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??
Sunday, July 17, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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!!
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!!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Flu hell, coming trips..
Coming out of a wk long bout with a specially horrible flu,
thanks to 24/7 pounding of the brain, joint pains, burnt
face and limbs, constant sweat baths;
the body feels like a train wreck.
Nothing can describe it, its a mini hell. I wonder how
I did not vomit even once though I came pretty close
few times. And guaranteed house arrest is a free bonus.
Luckily my nose wasn't running. The whole world
feels like a pain house.
Anyway, slowly crawling out of it, I feel like a survivor.
But now my tummy seems be trying to come back to life,
and its having trouble holding any food I take.
A small tornado starts to form inside whenever I eat
outside. The chilly fevers are gone, but still feel pretty
run down time to time, and I forgot the thermal today.
So my thighs feel like cold stone, rubbing them
whole day to keep warm.
Seems like a lot happened when I was sick. My brother
went and left Nepal after his short visit there. But I managed
to piss him off y'day by telling him not to come here next wk.
It just concided with my on call.
GF has drawn plans to go to East Europe instead of coming with
me to Nepal, there goes my romantic trip to the Himalayas out
of the window. My own trip is coming closer, I remember her
asking me if I am excited about it, honestly, I am not. Dunno why.
It just feelks like a routine and there is nothing in it, may be it
could have been different if she had came along, just the prospect
of showing the place to someone new is exciting enough. But yeah,
this time around, I am pretty businesslike about it. Its for my
parents who would otherwise be on their own during the Nepalese
fesitivities around the time of my visit.
thanks to 24/7 pounding of the brain, joint pains, burnt
face and limbs, constant sweat baths;
the body feels like a train wreck.
Nothing can describe it, its a mini hell. I wonder how
I did not vomit even once though I came pretty close
few times. And guaranteed house arrest is a free bonus.
Luckily my nose wasn't running. The whole world
feels like a pain house.
Anyway, slowly crawling out of it, I feel like a survivor.
But now my tummy seems be trying to come back to life,
and its having trouble holding any food I take.
A small tornado starts to form inside whenever I eat
outside. The chilly fevers are gone, but still feel pretty
run down time to time, and I forgot the thermal today.
So my thighs feel like cold stone, rubbing them
whole day to keep warm.
Seems like a lot happened when I was sick. My brother
went and left Nepal after his short visit there. But I managed
to piss him off y'day by telling him not to come here next wk.
It just concided with my on call.
GF has drawn plans to go to East Europe instead of coming with
me to Nepal, there goes my romantic trip to the Himalayas out
of the window. My own trip is coming closer, I remember her
asking me if I am excited about it, honestly, I am not. Dunno why.
It just feelks like a routine and there is nothing in it, may be it
could have been different if she had came along, just the prospect
of showing the place to someone new is exciting enough. But yeah,
this time around, I am pretty businesslike about it. Its for my
parents who would otherwise be on their own during the Nepalese
fesitivities around the time of my visit.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Cats around the house
I've got a full fleet of cute little cats straying around
the building housing my flat, 6 or 7 of them. There are
around 6 'natives' and 1 guest. Yes, a guest cat, that
comes around chatting to the natives from another
house. The natives are mainly greyish, one even has
a little boot like color on the tip of the toes,giving it a
distinctive marking among the lot. I have named one
'nikhur', meaning dark in Nepalese.
This one is the smallest and cutest, covered in
pure ash grey with green eyes but also looking a bit
more wilder and fiercer; bit haunting, but
sophisticated. The first time I noticed nikhur
was when he or she (I dunno the gender),
trying to hide in a bush under a neighbor bulding. It
was a bit dark after the sunset, he saw me walking past,
towards my place and was trying to hide. Inside the
small bush, but the eyes were shining in the reflection of
the moonlight. Was so cute, I bent down and met her
gaze and stayed laughing for minutes before standing
up and proceeding.
They laze around most day, in the driveways, in the open
space aorund the neighboring building's garage and their
lawn. During rain they can be seen sheltering under the
bushes around the building walls, in winter they are in
any available corner of the lawn or even climb up my
garage roof.
Its special to see their body stretching action, the typical of
cats around the world. Fed by an elderly lady, they come
around and 'hump' their backs at the time of the feeding,
their tails pointing upwards. Its qute a sight. They used to
fear me and run away before, but now they don't, just keep
looking at me whenever I pass by. Sometimes I see one or
two of them in front of my garage door, i normally stop my
car or just turn on the head lights on and aim straight at them.
They don't budge until the car is really near them. Even then,
they would leave reluctantly, I can almost feel them complaining.
The 'guest' one is a blak and white stripe, bit 'Chinese' looking
with a wider face and curved eyes. She normally sits facing the
others. It appears to me like the old ladies in Nepal who go
to others' houses and talk in a similar fashion, spreading the
news from around the neighborhood; complaining, back
biting, advising..socializing. The guest comes to socialize, or
he could be a playboy. I dunno, not sure about this.
These little creatures, always make me smile when I see them.
So it turns out, every time I am in or out of the house, I have to
smile. They make me do it. These shy little bundles of miracle
fill me with curiosity and joy everytime I see them.
Their innocence is a small reflection of a childish God.
Sometimes I question the Darwinian theory of evolution,
these guys have been around humans for zillion of years,
but have never actually 'evolved', and feel good about it.
the building housing my flat, 6 or 7 of them. There are
around 6 'natives' and 1 guest. Yes, a guest cat, that
comes around chatting to the natives from another
house. The natives are mainly greyish, one even has
a little boot like color on the tip of the toes,giving it a
distinctive marking among the lot. I have named one
'nikhur', meaning dark in Nepalese.
This one is the smallest and cutest, covered in
pure ash grey with green eyes but also looking a bit
more wilder and fiercer; bit haunting, but
sophisticated. The first time I noticed nikhur
was when he or she (I dunno the gender),
trying to hide in a bush under a neighbor bulding. It
was a bit dark after the sunset, he saw me walking past,
towards my place and was trying to hide. Inside the
small bush, but the eyes were shining in the reflection of
the moonlight. Was so cute, I bent down and met her
gaze and stayed laughing for minutes before standing
up and proceeding.
They laze around most day, in the driveways, in the open
space aorund the neighboring building's garage and their
lawn. During rain they can be seen sheltering under the
bushes around the building walls, in winter they are in
any available corner of the lawn or even climb up my
garage roof.
Its special to see their body stretching action, the typical of
cats around the world. Fed by an elderly lady, they come
around and 'hump' their backs at the time of the feeding,
their tails pointing upwards. Its qute a sight. They used to
fear me and run away before, but now they don't, just keep
looking at me whenever I pass by. Sometimes I see one or
two of them in front of my garage door, i normally stop my
car or just turn on the head lights on and aim straight at them.
They don't budge until the car is really near them. Even then,
they would leave reluctantly, I can almost feel them complaining.
The 'guest' one is a blak and white stripe, bit 'Chinese' looking
with a wider face and curved eyes. She normally sits facing the
others. It appears to me like the old ladies in Nepal who go
to others' houses and talk in a similar fashion, spreading the
news from around the neighborhood; complaining, back
biting, advising..socializing. The guest comes to socialize, or
he could be a playboy. I dunno, not sure about this.
These little creatures, always make me smile when I see them.
So it turns out, every time I am in or out of the house, I have to
smile. They make me do it. These shy little bundles of miracle
fill me with curiosity and joy everytime I see them.
Their innocence is a small reflection of a childish God.
Sometimes I question the Darwinian theory of evolution,
these guys have been around humans for zillion of years,
but have never actually 'evolved', and feel good about it.
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