My cousin and I spent a nice time bonding today. Do you realise that lots of girls bond while doing stuff like shopping, gossiping/complaining or beautifying themselves? Well, I've never really fallen into the 'beautifying' category until today (technically yesterday night)....But yes, we bonded nicely over waxing and painting nails WHILE watching footy. Weird as, considering we usually bond over food (mostly baking - and eating), but it was really nice. but I'm so disappointed MELBOURNE LOST!!!
It was a hilarious situation, as my cousin's never waxed before. She was quite scared of the pain - which no matter how many times I assured her that it doesn't hurt AND how many times I actually waxed her, she was still really tense. So it ended up being a matter of distraction.
"Look, Melbourne's kicking a goal!"
"Huh?"
~~rip~~
Hehe...
On another note
Had hydro today, stu-pid me didn't realise that YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST PUBLIC TRANSPORT. So ya...I missed a connecting tram (it might have been early...or did not come at all!), and hence a connecting bus. I was stressing for 20 minutes, before realising that the class started at 2.30, not 2.00 -_-;; So I ended up taking a different bus and walking 22 minutes....
Saturday, September 16
Wednesday, September 13
Sunshine and Bath towels
On a lighter note from my previous post an hour ago, just took a shower and realised another reason why I love sunny days...
so aside from the lovely warmth and beach weather and blah blah blah....I get fresh towels!!! So not like the ones in winter, when I've been through my designated 2 towels and have to make do with a slightly dry yet still damp towel... these ones are absolutely dry, are warm(-ish) and smells nice - sunkissed...wowwwww! I think I'm in love with the thought of summer...
so aside from the lovely warmth and beach weather and blah blah blah....I get fresh towels!!! So not like the ones in winter, when I've been through my designated 2 towels and have to make do with a slightly dry yet still damp towel... these ones are absolutely dry, are warm(-ish) and smells nice - sunkissed...wowwwww! I think I'm in love with the thought of summer...
Tuesday, September 12
Blacks, Whites and Shades of Grey: Smudged Edges
Was watching an episode of All Saints today...yes I know I should have been studying, 6 weeks to revise 8 weeks of neuro is definitely not enough, but alas, I seem to never be in the mood.......
Anyway, the episode is about the controversial topic of euthanasia...which my friends and I were conveniently discussing yesterday - (must be psychic ^_^)
So this 15 year old boy, Kasey, has muscular dystrophy, and it's at a pretty bad stage (he's even lost his swallowing ability). And for months he's been begging his dad to kill him, and finally his dad agrees and even promises. He plans a perfect day, tells Kasey how much he loves him, and then crushes some drugs and puts it into Kasey's tube. The dad is so nervous that he spills half of the drugs. Then, AFTER pouring the drugs in, he decided he couldn't go through with killing his son, calls the ambulance and revives his son. Son wakes up. Son is furious/hates dad.
Anyway, Kasey is very bitter, depressed, angry...all those things you'd feel if you were slowly dying, I guess. But he asks the nurses to kill him. The nurses, although having medical and legal obligation, do have their personal views. And this one line struck me...
"We're more humane to our animals"
And isn't it true???
If a dog/cat gets hit and is definitely going to die, they're put down. As are animals with fatal diseases like cancer. They don't get chemo, and don't receive palliative care and the family don't wait for them to slowly die. But for us, humans, we do. We try everything possible to save lives, and if we can't, we just drug 'em up with morphine, make them 'comfortable'. Then what? To put it morbidly, we wait for them to die.
Is it an act of kindness? or is it cruelty? Maybe it's just selfishness...
Then there was another line that struck me...
"Do you think he'll still want to die if he had some girl that's crazy about him?"
On the other hand...
If you think about it, there is a point. If they had something to live for, do they still want to die?? Most of the people who are going to die and want to be euthanized are depressed, or have given up. It's the relatively easy way out (not that suffering is endorsed....). And sure we have psychiatrists and psychologists and social workers and bunch of medical and allied health staff. But WHO ARE WE to decide? Are we mature enough? Are we emotionally detached enough? Do we know the patient's life and their family's lives and all of their personalities enough to make an educated decision? MOST IMPORTANTLY, how do we know if the patient's intentions are "good"...? Have they just got their prognosis, and have just given up? Even if we only allow euthanasia towards the latter stages of the disease, how do we decide when is the right time? Medically? Physically? Emotionally?
Also what's the difference when a doctor calls time of death after trying to resuscitate every possible way but failing, and trying to treat a disease every possible way but failing and give them a quick and painless death???
Finally, are we game enough to play God? For those who don't believe in a divine presence...are we game enough be make a certain group of HUMANS more superior? To give them the power to decide if the person who wants to die is worthy enough to die????
Most importantly, if we cross that line, WILL WE REGRET IT ONE DAY?
*sigh*
I'm getting a headache...
Must stop thinking...
might go and have some chocolate...
g'night
Anyway, the episode is about the controversial topic of euthanasia...which my friends and I were conveniently discussing yesterday - (must be psychic ^_^)
So this 15 year old boy, Kasey, has muscular dystrophy, and it's at a pretty bad stage (he's even lost his swallowing ability). And for months he's been begging his dad to kill him, and finally his dad agrees and even promises. He plans a perfect day, tells Kasey how much he loves him, and then crushes some drugs and puts it into Kasey's tube. The dad is so nervous that he spills half of the drugs. Then, AFTER pouring the drugs in, he decided he couldn't go through with killing his son, calls the ambulance and revives his son. Son wakes up. Son is furious/hates dad.
Anyway, Kasey is very bitter, depressed, angry...all those things you'd feel if you were slowly dying, I guess. But he asks the nurses to kill him. The nurses, although having medical and legal obligation, do have their personal views. And this one line struck me...
"We're more humane to our animals"
And isn't it true???
If a dog/cat gets hit and is definitely going to die, they're put down. As are animals with fatal diseases like cancer. They don't get chemo, and don't receive palliative care and the family don't wait for them to slowly die. But for us, humans, we do. We try everything possible to save lives, and if we can't, we just drug 'em up with morphine, make them 'comfortable'. Then what? To put it morbidly, we wait for them to die.
Is it an act of kindness? or is it cruelty? Maybe it's just selfishness...
Then there was another line that struck me...
"Do you think he'll still want to die if he had some girl that's crazy about him?"
On the other hand...
If you think about it, there is a point. If they had something to live for, do they still want to die?? Most of the people who are going to die and want to be euthanized are depressed, or have given up. It's the relatively easy way out (not that suffering is endorsed....). And sure we have psychiatrists and psychologists and social workers and bunch of medical and allied health staff. But WHO ARE WE to decide? Are we mature enough? Are we emotionally detached enough? Do we know the patient's life and their family's lives and all of their personalities enough to make an educated decision? MOST IMPORTANTLY, how do we know if the patient's intentions are "good"...? Have they just got their prognosis, and have just given up? Even if we only allow euthanasia towards the latter stages of the disease, how do we decide when is the right time? Medically? Physically? Emotionally?
Also what's the difference when a doctor calls time of death after trying to resuscitate every possible way but failing, and trying to treat a disease every possible way but failing and give them a quick and painless death???
Finally, are we game enough to play God? For those who don't believe in a divine presence...are we game enough be make a certain group of HUMANS more superior? To give them the power to decide if the person who wants to die is worthy enough to die????
Most importantly, if we cross that line, WILL WE REGRET IT ONE DAY?
*sigh*
I'm getting a headache...
Must stop thinking...
might go and have some chocolate...
g'night
Sunday, September 10
Randomness of Thoughts
Have you ever seen someone and just assumed that they're Chinese...or Indian...or African...whatever...?
Once was back in mid-high school. An elderly Vietnamese just came up to me and started to speak to me in Vietnamese. I was stunned for quite a few seconds before saying (in English) that I couldn't speak Vietnamese. She immediately stopped and just walked away...
But yes, the incident that brought on this "fond" memory happened this morning, as I was waiting for the tram with 7 loaves of bread. Yes, 7 loaves. Anyway, I was there waiting impatiently, when I hear this soft 'ni hao'. Freezing for a second, I decided that it could be my slightly frozen, delusional mind or it could be that Indian/Sri Lankan (no assumptions, mind you) stand a little way back, talking to me...
Playing it safe, I ignored it, and so the waiting continued. As the tram was about to pull up, I made eye contact with that person. He smiled at me.
Him: "Ni hao"
Me: "Uhh...pardon?"
Him: "Ahem, I said, ni hao"
Me: "Umm.........hi?"
Him: "I studied a little Chinese."
In my mind: 'so I hear...."
See, why do people automatically assume you're of a certain background? I mean, I do it too...but it doesn't mean I can't question that habit.
I've now decided that when people ask me where I'm from, I will answer "Australia".
Which is exactly what I did on Friday. It was Asian night at the club...
Asian guy: "So what are you?"
Me: "uhh, Australian"
Asian guy (in a surprised and slightly confused tone): "oh, okayyyy..."
Which leads me to another thought. Talking in nightclubs (or shouting, rather) is absolutely stupid. I had to keep asking people to repeat what they were saying, and if I didn't get it by the second or third time, I would just nod and smile as if I totally understood what they said. If they looked at me expectantly, I'd just make up something (at one stage I didn't even know what I made up! I didn't even make a sound, my mouth just moved!) and they'd smile and nod as if they understood everything. Absolute crap I tell you! You couldn't have understood what I said, especially if I didn't even know what I said!!!
*Sigh*
I passed my Bronze medal! Yay! Damn, I was soooooooo nervous! By the end of the routine, my mouth was so dry. I don't think I've danced as badly as that (I felt like a puppet being dragged around by the guy...though my mark said otherwise...) I just knew I could have done better. Stu-pid nerves!
*Sigh*
I ate a lot today...no surprises there...
oh, and WE WON!!!! Whoo-hooo!!! Go the Unders! (but crocs still rocks!)
and on the note of the unders winning, Theo gave me an really really unexpected hug. Geez, I was just saying bye...but I guess he had reason to be so happy. Hmmm, was really worried about my earring digging in his face, but I guess he was too happy to notice....
Once was back in mid-high school. An elderly Vietnamese just came up to me and started to speak to me in Vietnamese. I was stunned for quite a few seconds before saying (in English) that I couldn't speak Vietnamese. She immediately stopped and just walked away...
But yes, the incident that brought on this "fond" memory happened this morning, as I was waiting for the tram with 7 loaves of bread. Yes, 7 loaves. Anyway, I was there waiting impatiently, when I hear this soft 'ni hao'. Freezing for a second, I decided that it could be my slightly frozen, delusional mind or it could be that Indian/Sri Lankan (no assumptions, mind you) stand a little way back, talking to me...
Playing it safe, I ignored it, and so the waiting continued. As the tram was about to pull up, I made eye contact with that person. He smiled at me.
Him: "Ni hao"
Me: "Uhh...pardon?"
Him: "Ahem, I said, ni hao"
Me: "Umm.........hi?"
Him: "I studied a little Chinese."
In my mind: 'so I hear...."
See, why do people automatically assume you're of a certain background? I mean, I do it too...but it doesn't mean I can't question that habit.
I've now decided that when people ask me where I'm from, I will answer "Australia".
Which is exactly what I did on Friday. It was Asian night at the club...
Asian guy: "So what are you?"
Me: "uhh, Australian"
Asian guy (in a surprised and slightly confused tone): "oh, okayyyy..."
Which leads me to another thought. Talking in nightclubs (or shouting, rather) is absolutely stupid. I had to keep asking people to repeat what they were saying, and if I didn't get it by the second or third time, I would just nod and smile as if I totally understood what they said. If they looked at me expectantly, I'd just make up something (at one stage I didn't even know what I made up! I didn't even make a sound, my mouth just moved!) and they'd smile and nod as if they understood everything. Absolute crap I tell you! You couldn't have understood what I said, especially if I didn't even know what I said!!!
*Sigh*
I passed my Bronze medal! Yay! Damn, I was soooooooo nervous! By the end of the routine, my mouth was so dry. I don't think I've danced as badly as that (I felt like a puppet being dragged around by the guy...though my mark said otherwise...) I just knew I could have done better. Stu-pid nerves!
*Sigh*
I ate a lot today...no surprises there...
oh, and WE WON!!!! Whoo-hooo!!! Go the Unders! (but crocs still rocks!)
and on the note of the unders winning, Theo gave me an really really unexpected hug. Geez, I was just saying bye...but I guess he had reason to be so happy. Hmmm, was really worried about my earring digging in his face, but I guess he was too happy to notice....
Dawning of a New Era
Well, I've decided to be a sheep...Not literally, of course! But upon realising that most of my closest friends are 'bloggers', I finally decided to start one too. So I'm following the crowd, the trend, being a sheep - however you want to describe it.
Hopefully this will be more regularly updated than my pathetic attempts at keeping a journal...I'm always excited by the prospect of filling up a nice new book with my beautiful writing but by the end, beautiful becomes illegible and the book is found in some abandoned corner of my room with the last entry dated 1 or 2 years ago... So my goal is to keep writing in here at least once a week.
Wish me luck!
Hopefully this will be more regularly updated than my pathetic attempts at keeping a journal...I'm always excited by the prospect of filling up a nice new book with my beautiful writing but by the end, beautiful becomes illegible and the book is found in some abandoned corner of my room with the last entry dated 1 or 2 years ago... So my goal is to keep writing in here at least once a week.
Wish me luck!
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