Procrastination

Where was I when all this happened? Ignorant land. That's where I was.

This is a good movie, I liked the story behind it and the types of characters (really, Paul actually). How can one have so much kindness and strength?

Hotel Rwanda is a historical drama film about the hotelier Paul Rusesabagina (played by Don Cheadle) during the Rwandan Genocide. In the United States, the film was originally rated R, but is one of the few films that appealed the rating and won. It was re-rated PG-13 for violence, disturbing images and brief strong language.

There was this one part really got to me - a journalist in the movie was in Rwanda filming some footage - going beyond what he was allowed to do:

Paul Rusesabagina: I am glad that you have shot this footage and that the world will see it. It is the only way we have a chance that people might intervene.
Jack: Yeah and if no one intervenes, is it still a good thing to show?
Paul Rusesabagina: How can they not intervene when they witness such atrocities?
Jack: I think if people see this footage they'll say, "oh my God that's horrible," and then go on eating their dinners.
[pause]
Jack: What the hell do I know?

And its scary but its true. We see things on the news and we do continue on eating our dinners, not really making a difference at all. And we go on and on complaing about our lives and the little things that don't really matter at all.

You should watch the movie - I got my brother to watch it with me and hopefully that will make him less spoilt!  I should also take note and complain less about my life too...

Hotel Rwanda

Since when did retail therapy become stressful?

Trains

Going to rant about my day whether you want to read or not!

Today I dragged my sorry arse with little brother to the city Careers Expo - which was a total dissapointment. I didn't find anything I would be interested in and I found the people annoying, those who tried to grab any freebie under the sun blocking the way for real job-seekers.

The trip to the city on a Saturday by train was horrific too - due to trackwork (again) I had to change trains and being in the first carriage I didn't have to battle the crowds. See photo. See the hundreds of people getting off the terminated train to get to their desired destinations. You sitting there seeing it is not as bad as being pushed and shoved by the evil crowds - some people either walk really slow or decide that they're in a state of emergency that shoving you up the stairs is the only reasonable way to move us along.

I did however managed to catch the unexpected Buddha display which was stunning and I guess made up for the angry morning I had. I love how the city has changed and now offers all these different festivities every weekend and advertising things on a month-by-month basis. It makes Sydney a little bit more exciting than it used to be.

There was a huge/massive main display with people buying pots of flowers and cards as offerings to the Buddha, it was so beautiful. There were also these gorgeous garden displays which were extremely detailed. Busy, packed city (probably last minute mothers day shopping) made it all the more exciting!

However, as I stated at the start of this post, the rest of the day become ugly. I had to run around the city buying gifts and something for my mum - with brother in tow complaining. "I'm cold I want to buy that jumper" (got the jumper), "These shoes hurt (again and again and again so I got him these thongs), "I'm thirsty" (this x 7 times = 7 lots of drinks), "I want to go to this shop", "I'm hungry", "I need to go to the toilet", "I want to buy this", "I want that".....

Stress.

And oh my god, can the boy complain, "My feet hurt", "I'm tired", "I can't carry this bag it hurts my shoulders", "Why are you taking so long", "Where's the food?", "Where's my drink?" and on and on and on.

So in between all that and the desire to cut my ears off so I can stop hearing him - I did manage to get some sort of shopping done in between, ticking off lists, seeing my account dwindle to nothing...

Shop me broke!

Headless and scary...

Cupcake

Clothes, shoes for mum, clothes for the kiddies and cupcakes for sister and family. Oh dear, carrying all the crap was such a struggle...

And don't forget the endless feeding of the little man with junk - why is junk so expensive?

See these photos below - these are some of the stranger displays I've seen in a while. Although the middle one, Thomas the Tank engine I'm sure had eyeballs but was scatched off by some punk - but without his eyeballs he looks damn scary dont you think?

Burnt

Above: The PriceWaterhouseCoopers sign, this burnt off a while ago and I thought it was hilarious that their logo burned off! I was supposed to take a photo of this ages ago but never got the chance.

Anyway, I did get something for myself - some winter gloves and a random kiddie DVD (not really for me but my brother - but hey if the DVD is in my room and I don't mind this cartoon then I feel like defining it as mine, cmon let me grasp onto my childhood and watch cartoons, okay?)

I love the Grim Reaper!

Oh and the gloves are funny ones, they look like just the ends of a jumper sleeve - thought they were funky and would come in handy. Let me show you:

Useful, see?

I would show you with my real hands but then logically the camera and taking a photo would be a bit of a struggle....

Other than the gloves I didn't buy myself anything, but I did tick a massive list off, swallowed a lot of panadol (headache tablets) and will probably pass out any moment now. It is a relief to get all that jazz done though. But yes, shopping has become extremely stressful. Gone are the days of simple window shopping. Gone i tells ya!

(Oh yes, I have also gone slightly hysterical due to the overdose of coffee tonight - my body and head wants to pass out but the coffee is keeping me awake - the result? Complete hysteria....I will probably look at this post tomorrow morning and wonder what the hell happened....)

Blah.

Or is it Bleh?

Yes, another use for the condom.

I'm Asian, so this is okay to post right?

Instead of a Things on Tuesday I have come up with a "I Declare" list:

• I declare that I hate presentations - today's assessment was poorly done, I freaked and sped up and talked jibberish which resulted in a poor mark. Poo.

Strategic Management

• I declare that I'm slowly dying inside, all work, no play, exams looming and work overtime is adding up - i almost fell asleep in all my classes, running on 4 hours sleep and Berry V.
• I declare that I haven't socialised in a few months now - looking at my diary I realised that I haven't really seen my mates properly in a while.

Lucky Cat

• I declare that Vox is not keeping me sane and has become...my worst nightmare....a venting blog. I'm supposed to be seeking entertainment because that keeps me calm but I haven't the time for calm. I'm sorry.
• I declare I miss TV. And when I do get time to watch TV there is always crap coming out of the idiotbox which leads to the next point.
• I declare I hate loathe Big Brother. I'd occasionally peep at the show but would rather shove HB pencils into my eyes after seconds. Why would I watch a show with idiots moving about the hous, starting goss and voting off 'real' people leaving the show to ultimately become a 20-something idiot house? And cameras everywhere, one bed - its all a bit pervy don't you think?
• I declare that I watched a James Dean movie moments ago to "rest" but admit it was not wise because I have to get on with work. No rest, all work!

James Dean

• I declare that I have no more declarations for tonight. Until tomorrow....