Cattle hypocrisy

The government has finally given to the cattle
industry and allowed the Aussie cows to be shipped
to Indonesian abbotoires. When Four corners released
thier video on TV last month, it was a huge outcry
from everyone. Government had to appear to be doing
something. Correctly so. What bemused be was what they
did. They banned the entire cattle export, impromptu.
The knee jerk reation just seems to compound the public
sentiment that this govt has no idea about anything.
Simply the worst prime minister in Australian History.
I don't disagree. In my six yrs living here, I have seen
three of them, Howard, Rudd and Gillard. She is no
doubt the worst of the three.

But in case of the cattle saga, I cannot but feel amused at
the hypocrisy among the so called animal lovers. To start with,
what are the animals going to Indonesia for? For holidays?
No, they are going there to be slaughtered! Don't you know that??
Where does the beef you eat come from? Slaughtered animals probably??

And what about the halal and some other 'cruel' methods in
use in Australia??

Climate change and God.

Been a while since I have last udpated.
Lot has happened since, politically around the world,
in Australia, in lives of people I know..

One thing that has been a red hot is the Julia Gillard
climate change issue. She broke an election promise,
she says she merely had to do what was best
for the country irrespective of her personal view
at any given time.

Climate change, as someone unfamously said, is
like a beleif in God. Now, imagine your faith, the
trust in the Lord, regardless of religion. A hidden,
underlying hope is that because you beleived in him
when you were alive, that you prayed for him and
trusted him, you will be taken to heaven after you die.
If you beleived and your beleif was right, then after you
die you will be taken to heaven, end of the story.
But what if you do not beleive in God? You have no faith?
And you are wrong after your death?
You will be subjected to an enternity of hell.

At a bigger picture, climate change resembles the same.
People are arguing it could be right or wrong. If it is right
then we manage to avert our extinction, if we are wrong,
then we are truly doomed.

Choice is yours.

Cleaning professional in Sydney

I have always thought I am bit careless when it comes
to taking care of my flat, thought it has been a huge
improvement from the past. So it was no wonder when
the real estate complained that the kitchen was not upto
good standards when he visited last time. My flat, my home
of five years, I would have been kicked out. Basically it was
a wake up call, and I took it on my chin. Real bastard the real
estate agent was, he would count every missing blind sheet
from the window, and every speck of dark spot even in
need to be changed bathroom basin or other crap; there was
some truth in only one thing he was saying, the kitchen was greasy
and needed care. I accepted it, honestly. He suggested I get a
professional to do the job, hence started a search. Soon enough,
I found a professional cleaner ad in a Nepalese magazine that I took
from a Nepalese grocery near the train station. The owner kindly
reminded me to buy stuffs from his place, which I approved with a nod.

So here we go, the professional cleaner appeared soon at my place in
form of this rough looking, big lumber jack named Raj. He took stock of things
and sounded really nice. Next few weeks, and he was at my flat
with one of his helpers. I thought why not give opportunities to my
fellow country mates while I am living here.

So on saturday, he started work in the morning. I hung around in the balcony
and later went to the mall to get some stuffs, including drinks for
the cleaners. After about four hours the job was done. Kitchen cleaned,
carpet steam cleaned and all done, so he said. I paid a hefty sum, hoping
this will get me out of clutches of the wretched real estate guy.

Happily, I strolled around the unit, the smell of carpet cleaning agent hung
there for few days. My eyes popped out when I entered the kitchen. Lets just
say, it was a half cooked spaghetti spashed around. Oil was dripping from
the oven exhaust, the cubboards had all the black fluids running over.
Most of the kitchen was totally in ruins!

Thankfully my girl had all the ideas and we had to toil 4 more hours
to bring it to a good looking state. Had it not for her, I was in deep shit.

So bloody hell with the 'professional' cleaners.
Next time, do it yourself!!