I was watching this on the news almost a few months ago now, but after about half an hour of research, I have finally found, possibly the best entertainer to ever be found in Australia.
Move out Veronicas, get out of the way Delta Goodrem, dig yourself a hole Guy Sebastian, and get lost Ricki Lee.
Ray Crowe. THIS is Australia's biggest talent. XD
Sunday, 29 June 2008
Saturday, 28 June 2008
Surprise! [My Busiest Day to Date in Perth]
I began my day at 8.30, when I went to work. Work lasted till 1.30pm, but that's just the boring part.
For once, I actually had a story to tell my colleagues.
This time, I managed to tell them I was going somewhere after work instead of: I'm staying home.
Usually my colleagues tell each other about what they've done over the past week, and all the parties that they've been to, and here's me, boring homebody with nothing to tell.
Therefore, it is- Good point number one.
Then, I went straight to a surprise birthday party for my mates, Casey and Teo, who turn 17 and 18 respectively. [and if either of them ever manage to come here and see this, Happy Birthday!] It was...chaotic.
It was held at JB's house, but Naz who was co-organising it was late (oooh dear) and I turned up at the same time that Casey did. (luckily for me really, otherwise I would've been driving round in circles and wondering where the hell the place was)
And then poor old JB [who pretty much had no idea how to distract the both of them] blurted out everything before Naz came which, in a way kinda spoilt the surprise.
Party was good, and we all jumped in the 'jacuzzi/spa' [I have no idea which is the correct term to use in Australia] before heading off to the sauna. And seeing as it is winter, I have never before felt so grateful for a sauna.
A lot of weird things came out in the sauna...
Yen: Let's go jump in the pool!
Naz: What??
Yen: Let's...go...jump...in...the...pool!
Naz: OH! I thought you said let's go jump in my boobs...
JB: Wouldn't it be funny if one person was getting out and all the bubbles just stopped then?
Me: I think I'm going to stop sitting in front of the jets.
JB: Why?
Me: Cuz everytime I sit in front of it, it pushes me off my seat...
All in all, it was pretty good. It had a Hawaiian theme, and I'm still laughing at it because only 4 people actually followed the theme. XD
Then I got home, and [yes, this was actually a surprise] I went out for dinner. For the first time in weeks. For Thai food. Cooked by a Cambodian [?] and her Scottish husband who'd been living in Asia all his life and hadn't left it in years [???]. Yeah, the part about the Scottish husband cooking Thai food surprised me the most. Usually we don't go out that often, so this was actually a nice surprise. Although the way things are going, I think I should be worried about the rate at which we are spending our money...=/
Still, good day. And definitely filled with surprises!
Mishy <3
For once, I actually had a story to tell my colleagues.
This time, I managed to tell them I was going somewhere after work instead of: I'm staying home.
Usually my colleagues tell each other about what they've done over the past week, and all the parties that they've been to, and here's me, boring homebody with nothing to tell.
Therefore, it is- Good point number one.
Then, I went straight to a surprise birthday party for my mates, Casey and Teo, who turn 17 and 18 respectively. [and if either of them ever manage to come here and see this, Happy Birthday!] It was...chaotic.
It was held at JB's house, but Naz who was co-organising it was late (oooh dear) and I turned up at the same time that Casey did. (luckily for me really, otherwise I would've been driving round in circles and wondering where the hell the place was)
And then poor old JB [who pretty much had no idea how to distract the both of them] blurted out everything before Naz came which, in a way kinda spoilt the surprise.
Party was good, and we all jumped in the 'jacuzzi/spa' [I have no idea which is the correct term to use in Australia] before heading off to the sauna. And seeing as it is winter, I have never before felt so grateful for a sauna.
A lot of weird things came out in the sauna...
Yen: Let's go jump in the pool!
Naz: What??
Yen: Let's...go...jump...in...the...pool!
Naz: OH! I thought you said let's go jump in my boobs...
JB: Wouldn't it be funny if one person was getting out and all the bubbles just stopped then?
Me: I think I'm going to stop sitting in front of the jets.
JB: Why?
Me: Cuz everytime I sit in front of it, it pushes me off my seat...
All in all, it was pretty good. It had a Hawaiian theme, and I'm still laughing at it because only 4 people actually followed the theme. XD
Then I got home, and [yes, this was actually a surprise] I went out for dinner. For the first time in weeks. For Thai food. Cooked by a Cambodian [?] and her Scottish husband who'd been living in Asia all his life and hadn't left it in years [???]. Yeah, the part about the Scottish husband cooking Thai food surprised me the most. Usually we don't go out that often, so this was actually a nice surprise. Although the way things are going, I think I should be worried about the rate at which we are spending our money...=/
Still, good day. And definitely filled with surprises!
Mishy <3
Friday, 27 June 2008
Curtin University [English Lectures]
I enbarked on my first venture to a university on the 24th of June (co-incidentaly Teo's birthday- Happy Belated!) for a series of lectures on the English language, regarding techniques and genres.
This university so happened to be Curtin University.
We arrived there late (boy oh boy- what a surprise) on a double decker bus (yes everyone, imagine our child-like delight at being able to sit on the top deck) and I headed off for my first lecture.
We burst in (late), and pretty much turned a nice dull shade of red [because everyone was silently staring at their booklets taking notes while we...well, burst in late], but I think this lateness was probably heaven-sent. The lecturer lecturing on Gwen Harwood poetry, was the most BORING lecturer I have ever met. In fact, he reminded me of Marbeck.
For those who don't know him (and fortunately for you too): Marbeck is my old chemistry teacher in Year 11, and the poor soul probably tries to be helpful. (or so I think) BUT! he cannot teach to save his life. He mumbles when he talks, and when he writes on the white-board, he uses the same strategy all the time: Start in the middle, move to the left, go round to the right, and finally squash in any extra information at the top and the bottom. With him, order does NOT exist on the whiteboard. Plus he immensely enjoys reading directly from the textbook.
And this lecturer was EXACTLY like Marbeck. In addition to this [and therefore making him much worse than Marbeck], as Pei Xin pointed out in class the next day: "Does anyone realise how he was emphasising and telling us that only HIS interpretation of the poems are correct?"
But on the better thoughts.
The next few lectures were good. Handmaid's Tale lecture was amazing, I've never taken down so many notes before in my life in 45 minutes so easily or so quickly. The Heart of Darkness lecture lost me a little seeing as I hadn't started reading the book yet, but nontheless, the lecturer was still concise and clear. Then I had to run off for a technique lecture on Argument and Evidence which, to be honest was a waste of time as a Literature student. As a Lit student, if I didn't already know this stuff, then it would have been pretty clear to me that I should not be doing Lit. It was more for the students doing 3A3B and 2A2B English.
And then came the horror of horrors.
If anyone ever goes to these Curtin lectures next year, or for many years after that: I appeal to you here and now, do not go to the Seamus Heaney Lecture. I learnt nothing from this particular lecture, which was, to sum it up in one word, horrendous. The lecturer began by spending 15 minutes on sighing and mooning on about Seamus Heaney and how he affected her life, 10 minutes on the first poem, another 10 minutes on his lonely and violence stricken childhood, 10 minutes on her [imagined] relationship with him and another 10 minutes finally discussing the second poem, all the while continually punctuated with her sighs and gasps over Seamus Heaney's amazing wording.
We at the Morley Senior High School Literature class have finally decided that she was in love with him, and that she must be excused as such, for a terrible lecture, but that we must inform both Curtin University of her crushes affecting her teaching ability, and Seamus Heaney and his current impending danger of her stalking him.
But all in all, it was a good day. =)
Mishy <3
This university so happened to be Curtin University.
We arrived there late (boy oh boy- what a surprise) on a double decker bus (yes everyone, imagine our child-like delight at being able to sit on the top deck) and I headed off for my first lecture.
We burst in (late), and pretty much turned a nice dull shade of red [because everyone was silently staring at their booklets taking notes while we...well, burst in late], but I think this lateness was probably heaven-sent. The lecturer lecturing on Gwen Harwood poetry, was the most BORING lecturer I have ever met. In fact, he reminded me of Marbeck.
For those who don't know him (and fortunately for you too): Marbeck is my old chemistry teacher in Year 11, and the poor soul probably tries to be helpful. (or so I think) BUT! he cannot teach to save his life. He mumbles when he talks, and when he writes on the white-board, he uses the same strategy all the time: Start in the middle, move to the left, go round to the right, and finally squash in any extra information at the top and the bottom. With him, order does NOT exist on the whiteboard. Plus he immensely enjoys reading directly from the textbook.
And this lecturer was EXACTLY like Marbeck. In addition to this [and therefore making him much worse than Marbeck], as Pei Xin pointed out in class the next day: "Does anyone realise how he was emphasising and telling us that only HIS interpretation of the poems are correct?"
But on the better thoughts.
The next few lectures were good. Handmaid's Tale lecture was amazing, I've never taken down so many notes before in my life in 45 minutes so easily or so quickly. The Heart of Darkness lecture lost me a little seeing as I hadn't started reading the book yet, but nontheless, the lecturer was still concise and clear. Then I had to run off for a technique lecture on Argument and Evidence which, to be honest was a waste of time as a Literature student. As a Lit student, if I didn't already know this stuff, then it would have been pretty clear to me that I should not be doing Lit. It was more for the students doing 3A3B and 2A2B English.
And then came the horror of horrors.
If anyone ever goes to these Curtin lectures next year, or for many years after that: I appeal to you here and now, do not go to the Seamus Heaney Lecture. I learnt nothing from this particular lecture, which was, to sum it up in one word, horrendous. The lecturer began by spending 15 minutes on sighing and mooning on about Seamus Heaney and how he affected her life, 10 minutes on the first poem, another 10 minutes on his lonely and violence stricken childhood, 10 minutes on her [imagined] relationship with him and another 10 minutes finally discussing the second poem, all the while continually punctuated with her sighs and gasps over Seamus Heaney's amazing wording.
We at the Morley Senior High School Literature class have finally decided that she was in love with him, and that she must be excused as such, for a terrible lecture, but that we must inform both Curtin University of her crushes affecting her teaching ability, and Seamus Heaney and his current impending danger of her stalking him.
But all in all, it was a good day. =)
Mishy <3
Monday, 23 June 2008
Career Expo [all the right reasons?]
I went to one yesterday.
And I have decided that the only reason people would actually go to one of these, is NOT for the most obvious reason.
A career expo, you are led to believe, is held in order for people to find out more about careers, perhaps see what degrees they need for the job of their choice, as well as to find out what's expected of them in order to excel and to be highly competitive.
I went to one with my cousins yesterday, and as far as I can tell, the only reason I went to it was for the freebies.
Yes, freebies.
The minute I walked through the door, I was handed a free bag and a form telling me I could win a Wii if I poked around the TAFEWA section long enough. Then one of my cousins and I found a Woolworth's stall where they were advertising their careers there and we instantly managed to find free cake. We then continued in a different direction where I heaped about a kilogram of pamphlets into my free bag, and found: rulers, more bags, pens, keychains, tatoos and magnets, all free of charge and readily shoved in my direction- all in order to make me come and look at their stall and what it was about.
Kind of useless really, seeing as it's done nothing to change my mind about careers, or to give me more options. Fat lot of good the career expo was.
I was also chased after with a paper bag from the Tourism Industry stall with a whole bunch of quizzes and two really disgusting lollies. If I ever decide to work in the tourism industry [and that's the only stall that's been succesful in making think about a different career] remind me never to do so in Perth. If they're only going to hand me two horrible lollies as a bribe, I'd be better off looking at a different country or even state.
I then went back to the Woolies stall where I found the free cake, and they were giving everyone surrounding the stall a free go at making eclairs and little custard pavlovas. *yum*
So basically, I went to a career expo, so I could make free pastries, and snag all kinds of useless freebies. There was even a little section where one lady was doing free manicures, and I am kicking myself for not going.
As I read what I am writing, I suddenly realise the kind of impact that South Africa has had on me. This is pretty much the sort of person that I was when I was living in Johannesburg, all thanks to my friend who taught me to *ahem* "take what you want and overcome your shyness. Everyone wants to do it, but you're just taking it a step further and actually getting what you want, which is better than just wishing you had it."
And my cousins and brother? They went for the chance to win a free Wii, although one of my cousins actually did bother trying to look for what he wanted and dragged me around with him to help.
Well, some good thing came out of this.
I now know how to take the train to university should I ever need to. [yeah, damn right I will seeing as I still can't drive yet]
My mother no longer needs to steal my personalised magnet to hold her things up on her fridge since MY magnet is meant for MY documents.
And there will now be no shortage of pens and recyclable bags in the house. Nobody has a reason to touch my pencil case and steal my pens now.
Mishy <3
And I have decided that the only reason people would actually go to one of these, is NOT for the most obvious reason.
A career expo, you are led to believe, is held in order for people to find out more about careers, perhaps see what degrees they need for the job of their choice, as well as to find out what's expected of them in order to excel and to be highly competitive.
I went to one with my cousins yesterday, and as far as I can tell, the only reason I went to it was for the freebies.
Yes, freebies.
The minute I walked through the door, I was handed a free bag and a form telling me I could win a Wii if I poked around the TAFEWA section long enough. Then one of my cousins and I found a Woolworth's stall where they were advertising their careers there and we instantly managed to find free cake. We then continued in a different direction where I heaped about a kilogram of pamphlets into my free bag, and found: rulers, more bags, pens, keychains, tatoos and magnets, all free of charge and readily shoved in my direction- all in order to make me come and look at their stall and what it was about.
Kind of useless really, seeing as it's done nothing to change my mind about careers, or to give me more options. Fat lot of good the career expo was.
I was also chased after with a paper bag from the Tourism Industry stall with a whole bunch of quizzes and two really disgusting lollies. If I ever decide to work in the tourism industry [and that's the only stall that's been succesful in making think about a different career] remind me never to do so in Perth. If they're only going to hand me two horrible lollies as a bribe, I'd be better off looking at a different country or even state.
I then went back to the Woolies stall where I found the free cake, and they were giving everyone surrounding the stall a free go at making eclairs and little custard pavlovas. *yum*
So basically, I went to a career expo, so I could make free pastries, and snag all kinds of useless freebies. There was even a little section where one lady was doing free manicures, and I am kicking myself for not going.
As I read what I am writing, I suddenly realise the kind of impact that South Africa has had on me. This is pretty much the sort of person that I was when I was living in Johannesburg, all thanks to my friend who taught me to *ahem* "take what you want and overcome your shyness. Everyone wants to do it, but you're just taking it a step further and actually getting what you want, which is better than just wishing you had it."
And my cousins and brother? They went for the chance to win a free Wii, although one of my cousins actually did bother trying to look for what he wanted and dragged me around with him to help.
Well, some good thing came out of this.
I now know how to take the train to university should I ever need to. [yeah, damn right I will seeing as I still can't drive yet]
My mother no longer needs to steal my personalised magnet to hold her things up on her fridge since MY magnet is meant for MY documents.
And there will now be no shortage of pens and recyclable bags in the house. Nobody has a reason to touch my pencil case and steal my pens now.
Mishy <3
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
