Thursday 28 May 2009

Barca the passer

My theory is right. Good things happen on Thursdays.

That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.

It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.

Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.

Onward to the glory and honour of exams!

Word of the day: Barcelona

Wednesday 27 May 2009

Hala Barca!

And here it is again! The Champions League Final! That day when even Australians wake up to watch the soccah.

Realistically, Man U probably have a greater chance of winning, but I'm sure Barca has a few aces and various other things hidden up their sleeves.

Looking forward to hopefully watching Messi rip through the United defence.

See you on the other side.

Word of the day: Barcelona

Monday 25 May 2009

Il fait pleut

It rained today!

So what would you do on a day like this?

I, for one, enjoy going to uni 2 hours earlier than normal to study for the French test at 11 with Irene.

After that, I find amusement in actually doing the test. Great fun, and a few surprises and stupid mistakes mixed in to keep things exciting.

After that, what else is there left to do but to have a group meeting from 4-5, then have the idiot bus driver tell you to 'catch the next one' when you get to the door? Must be because the weather was so nice then, that he thought I wouldn't mind waiting a bit for the next bus, and that it might even be beneficial to me.

For dessert, one must then see his tram leave as soon as he gets there, then walk home in the dark, rainy, gloomy weather.

No, this is not self-pity. I just feel like venting my anger at public transport, and pleading that someone, somewhere out there is willing to give me a car and petrol for a year. Not likely, seeing as I don't yet know anybody that lives in Toorak or owns a chain of hotels.

It was quite a good day, except for said incidents. Okay, maybe not that great, but there were good moments. Okay, maybe only one or two. Moments being in units of hour-blocks.

Word of the day: sarcasm

Thursday 21 May 2009

Of fog, Rachel's invisible pancakes, and the deluge of work

Today was foggy, just in case you haven't noticed. Much foggier than, say, something like my perspective on life and relationships.

What was also foggy was the pancakes which Rachel apparently saw being doled out by the students who were on strike(?) but remained elusive after our marketing tute.

Notwithstanding the general fogginess of today, Thursdays have been re-affirmed as the most superior of days within the uni week. May it prosper forever more.

Work. Work. Work. I can always see it coming from miles out, yet always seem to leave it to the last minute. I could probably think of a good analogy for it, but I can't be stuffed.

Word of the day: Foggy

Tuesday 19 May 2009

Herald Sun...more like...Herald Biased!

I read an article in the Herald Sun today that exacerbated the animosity that I've been building towards this paper for quite some time.

Apparently, there's this woman who's likely to be bankrupted by a debt collecting agency, who is responsible for recovering $2000 of debt that she owes to a credit card company.

Just a bit of background on bankruptcy, for those of you that are less commercely-minded. It's pretty easy (or so I thought).

Step 1: After presumably reading terms and conditions, or having at least a working understanding of the term 'debt' and 'repaying', and signing a contract, said person takes out a loan for a given sum of money.

Step 2: After a predetermined period of time, as stipulated in the signed contract, the said person must either pay a set amount of interest or the capital in full. Failing that, they must at least pay a small, nominal amount. Which, in this case, would be about $100 a month.

Step 3: If even the $100 or so cannot be repaid each month, then, as per the contract, the company loaning out the money has a right, obligation and responsibility to recover the sum of money. This includes forcing someone into bankruptcy.

Step 4: Bankruptcy may include the selling of personal assets of said person to pay off the debt incurred, after which the rest of the money is the said person's to keep and do pretty much what they, except for starting a business and being a director, and other fancy, hardcore things which, given their money-management skills (or lack thereof), they probably shouldn't do anyway.

Anyway, this woman is being forced into bankruptcy over "only $2000". If it's "only $2000", why doesn't she just "pay it back"? If it's such a small amount of money, why make such a big fuss about it?

Companies have responsibilities. To their shareholders, to other customers who do not expect preferential treatment, to employees who rely on the income of the company to feed their families. Where do they stop if they allow this woman to not pay back her $2000? What about the guy with $3000 in debt? $5000? $10000? Soon people will be taking out loans, without the expectation of ever having to pay it back. Conversely, who would be willing to lend out money? Conceivably, even if they did, it would be at a much higher interest rates to people who actually repay the money, as these bad debts would have to be covered.

If companies have a responsibility for their side of the contract, why shouldn't this woman? This woman would have, or at least could have, read the contract before she signed the contract to use the credit card. Even if she can't pay the money back, she should at least show some sense of responsibility, and not make it out like it's the credit card company's fault that she's in danger of being bankrupted. Nobody likes being in that situation. It's not a happy place to be. But it's not all bad. After she pays off the $2000 with the money she gets from selling her car or house, this woman has no debts to speak of, and can do what she likes with the money. I would pity her situation, and I think it's alright to ask for pity or charity in that situation. All I ask is for her to be man enough (or whatever the expression would be here) to just say "Okay. I stuffed up. Can you go easy on me?" and not "This is all the credit card company's fault." Not everybody's made of money, but everybody should be able to live within their means, and be responsible for the consequences when they don't.

The reporting of this article shouldn't have happened in the first place. The journalists who did this piece are misinformed and have no respect for the law and common sense. The language used was completely biased towards sympathising with this woman. That's probably why they're working for the Herald Sun.

The only reason I read the Herald Sun is because my family gets it. Oh, and the fact that it actually fits on a table. If The Age could be read on the dinner table without causing five car-crashes and two tornadoes, I'd be right there.

Word of the day: Debt

Monday 18 May 2009

The Ball of Spiked Hair

The ASEAN Ball should really be renamed the Ball of Spiked Hair (ha, double meaning just discovered). Actually, the whole society/club/racial sect should be renamed The Spiked Hair Club.

If you haven't guessed already, it should be called this because 99% of the guys there have spiked hair, and 99% of the girls there like spiked haired guys.

Anyway, after being conscripted into attending the ball on Thursday night by Yvonne, I quickly came to terms with it. How bad could it be? I'm on a table with friends/harmless people, there's going to be music, drink, food and laughs. Should be a awesome.

Right?

Overall, it wasn't too bad. Apart from the constant danger of getting my eyes poked out by spiky hair, or getting scared by the scarily made-up girls there. The food was of an acceptable standard. The food and drink was aight, but came with a hefty price tag. The laughs were very, very few and far between (that video clip made no sense to Davy either - it wasn't just me). Humour that doesn't make sense just isn't humour.

One of the more amazing things about the night was the distinct lack of Asian songs. Well, not that I expected them to play much of it. But at least one song. But no.

Should go to a ball with more white people next year or later this year. Less risk of getting eyes poked out or getting foot nailed by a 15cm stiletto.


Word of the day: ASEAN

Thursday 7 May 2009

Conspiracy theory!

Pokemon. Read that aloud to yourself. Three times. Just do it.

Okay. What does that sound like to you? Apart from Poke Em On? That's right. Poker Mon, which by extension, sounds like Poker Money.

It's not only because of the casino place in the game that they say there are "gambling references" in the game (refer to the box that the game came in). There are many phonetic gambling references disguised through clever spelling and bright colours. Characters include 'Pokefan', 'Pokemaniac', and, most worryingly 'Pokenerd.' No coincidence that these sound like 'Pokerfan,'Poker Maniac' and 'Poker Nerd'. Then, of course, there's 'Gambler,' who always insists that he's going to win the next one. Thus, it can be deduced that Pokemon, as a game, is all about gambling.

Funny what a two-night slog of stats assignment does to a person.

Speaking of conspiracy theories: TUPAC IS ALIVE!!! (link)

Now, I know that it's (probably) not him, but still. It's pretty freaky. He even has the same piercing and facial hair. Or maybe he just does that because he knows that he has a resemblance to Pac.

Word of the day: conspiracy

Sunday 3 May 2009

It should be done more often

Waking up at 4:30 in the morning is beneficial for every aspect in your life. This claim is based on recent experimentation by none other than your favourite...something, me.

On Thursday morning, I awoke at said time to watch the match between Arsenal and Man Utd. Although Man Utd came out "winners," the finishing time of the match - I think it was around 6:30 - allowed me to eat breakfast, walk the dog, play a game of FIFA, shower, play a bit of guitar, and pack my lunch and my bag. All before uni.

We should all do this on every day of the week. The world would be a much better place for it.

Word of the day: crazy