<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:03:24.474+11:00</updated><category term='Societal Commentary'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Film Review'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='Docklands'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Telescopic Philanthropy'/><category term='Charles Dickens'/><category term='Chemistry'/><category term='Mysterious Skin'/><category term='Stickers'/><category term='Global Relations'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='Costco'/><title type='text'>ING WTG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-2210846638709874578</id><published>2010-07-12T03:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T04:00:45.554+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Societal Commentary'/><title type='text'>Mysterious Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elitecriativa.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/mysterious_skin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 250px;" src="http://elitecriativa.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/mysterious_skin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mysterious Skin (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Neil McCormick - Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Brian Lackey - Brady Corbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: the following post contains spoilers of Mysterious Skin that I cannot avoid mentioning. Read at your own risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Mysterious Skin” is without a doubt a mysterious film. It is not a movie that continuously draws tangents to create mysteries; however the character development is in every sense mysterious.  The film tells a story of two molested boys who eventually cross paths again 10 years later. One boy cannot forget his childhood and enjoys reminiscing, the other boy cannot remember and wishes to learn these memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Neil McCormick acknowledged his homosexuality from a very young age. He grew up to be a promiscuous rent-boy, selling his services to older men in exchange for enjoyment and financial benefit. Becoming bored of his humble town in Kansas, Neil chased the big city of New York, where he could expand his clientele and continue to feed his hedonistic desires. His development from a molested boy to a rent-boy is terribly moving and forces the viewer to question Neil’s psychosexual development, especially the transition from pre-pubescence to early adulthood. Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s acting convinces the viewer his character enjoys his occupation no matter how deep his psychological issues run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At a young age Brian Lackey was on the same peewee baseball team as Neil McCormick. As he was leaving a Halloween house he experiences his first sexual encounter with Neil in the prime of his pre-pubescence. Brian became frightened of Neil and ran away only to cross paths with his baseball coach, the paedophile that molested his teammate. A decade later, after watching a documentary on alien abductions, he endeavoured to fill the voids in his memory. He later learned in order to understand the voids he needed to meet Neil. However Brian narrowly missed Neil, who moved to New York earlier that day. After re-meeting Neil 10 years later Brian is reminded of his childhood experiences; his memories were suppressed and replaced with alien abductions. Adolescence and young adulthood was extremely puzzling for Brian. Psychologically speaking, he developed to be asexual and a loner by the truest definition, only making a friend after Neil left for New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There is a sense of realism throughout the film despite its outlandish nature. The paedophile did not receive any form of retribution and the boys grew up to be normal men albeit psychologically scarred. They could only grow up to be a result of their experiences and unfortunately their naïvety as children was abused. One has to wonder how Neil and Brian would develop had their childhood been a childhood. The abuse not only affected the boys but their ability to form relationships as teenagers; both Brian and Neil made the same one friend in their twilight teens. Additionally, Neil stayed friends with his “soul mate”, a girl who witnessed the sexual act between prepubescent Neil and Brian, the first event that triggered Brian’s alien-abduction-escapism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Although the film was made in the early years of the new millennium, there is unfortunately still a lack of justice and retribution for paedophiles. Furthermore, there is also a lack of psychological support for both the abuser and abused. A real life example that should come to mind is the scandalous Catholic Church - the Pope himself has said that sexual abuse is increasingly becoming synonymous to the Church but little is being done for psychological reform. Germany is the first country in the world to run a government funded initiative aimed to prevent potential child sex abusers from abusing. According to The Age there is estimated to be more than 2 million adult Australians living through the impacts of child sex abuse. This number is far too high and should ring alarm bells for the government: a prevention program similar to Germany’s initiative should be installed in Australia. As the old adage goes: prevention is better than a cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;With the previous paragraph being said, no matter how well the victim recovers the implications of sexual abuse are forever lasting. Mysterious Skin successfully makes a statement of the general effects of child sex abuse. Whether the abuse is of a heterosexual or homosexual nature the vulnerability and suggestibility of children is far too delicate for the abuse to not go unnoticed later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;However, such is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Judging from the development of all characters, the inflictions obviously influenced their personality and their ability to form relationships, familial or otherwise. The film ends in the coach’s old residence with Brian resting his head in Neil’s lap exhibiting obvious distress. Throughout the film Neil always showed levity and strength when he discussed his childhood, but in this particular scene he was stripped down to the core - the raw emotion could overwhelm the hardest of the hardened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mysterious Skin is by no means nihilistic nor avant-garde. Although scenes of an amoral nature are dotted throughout the film, it really begs the audience to question their morals and reflect how their collected experiences have created them today. Morals are rarely black and white and also extremely subjective. This film is a perfect starting point for questioning psychological development, society and morals and sexual identity and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-2210846638709874578?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2210846638709874578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=2210846638709874578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2210846638709874578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2210846638709874578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2010/07/mysterious-skin.html' title='Mysterious Skin'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-5555041415218329774</id><published>2010-07-07T21:16:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:20:02.231+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Burqas, Islam &amp; You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I recently had a stimulating discussion with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Frezzi"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Twitter friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (@Frezzi) about the proposed ban of niqabs in France which eventuated into a discussion about Western values versus Islamic values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I must stress that the following passages are only an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What does the burqa symbolise? Is the "this is oppressive" argument made by the West only a coincidence? The pioneers of restricting Islamic garments are in fact Islamic countries: in Tunisia's case, the country as a whole; in Turkey's case, in schools and government buildings. These decisions were obviously made from a Muslim's point of view and were by no means perpetuated by Western values and beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The burqa, the word originating from "to patch up", is traditionally comprised of a jilbab, a hijab and sometimes a niqab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jilbab - covers the entire body except the face, hands and head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hijab - meaning curtain, covers the head, symbolises morality and modesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Niqab - meaning mask, covers the face leaving a rectangular slit for the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The justification for these garments is in the Qur'an:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O Prophet, tell your wives and daughters, and the women of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the faithful, to draw their wraps over them. They will thus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;be recognised and no harm will come to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God is forgiving and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Qur'an 33:59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So why has Tunisia and Turkey restricted the wearing of religious garments? In these countries there is a political stigma attached to the garments, not oppression and gender segregation. The Tunisian government have specifically described Islamic garments as a "garment of foreign origin having a partisan connotation". Turkey, a secular country, has lifted the ban on universities because of the policy's growing unpopularity but naturally secularists have not welcomed the change. 99% of Turkey is Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The wearing of hijabs in Bangladesh and Morocco is discouraged. On the other hand, wearing hijabs and similar head-scarves are a status symbol and fashionable accessory in Indonesia and Egypt. Interestingly, some Indonesian girls also wear the hijab to detract unwanted male attention from themselves and ultimately prevent molestation. In Iran, it is necessary for women to cover themselves according to the Qur'an but wearing a niqab or hijab are not obligatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With the rise of immigration, Western countries, especially Western Europe, are facing issues of ethnic diversity accompanied by "refused assimilation". Border-racist policies and suggestions have arisen as a result of Islam's growing presence in the Western World. Geert Wilders suggested deporting all Muslims from the Netherlands and banning them from entering the country. Nicolas Sarkozy has publicly announced that burqas are "not welcome" in France, comparatively mild in comparison to Wilder's proposal. Marino Keulen of Belgium is pushing for burqas to be banned from agreeing municipalities. What is the West's rationale behind these bans? Security, gender equality and cultural assimilation. In other words, fear and differing philosophical and theological opinions on identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nearly a quarter of the world, 1.5 billion people, are Muslim. According to bell curves and the general difference between humans there is undoubtedly a large range of Muslims that can be arranged on a spectrum. A tiny, tiny bit voluntarily wear burqas and other Islamic garments, an even tinier portion are forced to wear them. If we ban burqas we are denying a freedom of expression, not freeing women from oppression. If you want to set people free, why don't we increase our fight against racism or countries that still use slavery? Banning garments that hold moral values will ban the freedom to express one's moral values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-5555041415218329774?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5555041415218329774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=5555041415218329774&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5555041415218329774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5555041415218329774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2010/07/burqas-islam-you.html' title='Burqas, Islam &amp; You'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-2929351010467411945</id><published>2010-05-25T00:56:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:44:35.744+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Batten down the hatches, we're in for some rough peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.philebrity.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mushroom-cloud-hb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.philebrity.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mushroom-cloud-hb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who sunk my battleship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There have been recent accusations of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/may/23/south-north-korea-un-cheonan"&gt;North Korea sinking a South Korean warship&lt;/a&gt;, which apparently was the last straw for the South Koreans. This is not the first time North Korea has provoked their Southern counterparts. Both nations have been at war since 1950, and technically speaking, the war has not yet ended because no peace treaty was signed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;An opinion I recently read was that World War III will break out, Russia and China will side with North Korea and the rest of the world (except Iran, no one knows what's going on there) with South Korea. Not only do I find this ludicrous, in addition, I can define three reasons why this won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. This will reverse China's efforts in the last thirty years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;China's Cultural Revolution left an unsavoury taste in the World's mouth. It gave rise to a dictatorship that was comparable to both Hitler and Stalin, for the amount of deaths recorded during his leadership was 50 to 70 million people. However, he is now heralded as one of the World's most influential people because he managed to set modern China up for huge leaps and bounds in economics. China is now one of the largest economies in the world; every household has something made in China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Siding with North Korea in war, though they are allies, would be an idiotic move on their part. More so in the last ten years, China has finally entered the World stage and spending billions of dollars to make an impression, and an incredible one if I may say so myself. They rely on the West for raw resource imports in exchange for export purchases. During the Global Financial Crisis, &lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=969890"&gt;China was one of the only countries still prospering&lt;/a&gt; which is a historical achievement. Not only will they risk destroying their reputation in the West, their economy will take a blow that will far exceed the GFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Prosperous global relations will take a blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can imagine the imminence of World War III being a popular propaganda/conspiracy theory breeding ground. If you believe that Russia and China will side with North Korea in war then you should do your research. Though there may be some alliances between these said countries, both governments are partaking active roles in strengthening global relations. Presumably, it's a very American mindset to believe that Russia and China are taking over the World. I don't know if people think this because of a zeitgeist originating from the Cold War days or China's dominating economy, but the mass media is powerful enough to impair informed judgement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some evidence that Russia is trying to repair relations after the arms race is playing host to the next Winter Olympics or fighting the growing Nazi culture that is unfortunately rampant in some areas. China is currently hosting the World Expo, has hosted the Summer Olympics and has a &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/news/china-space-program-progress-sfn-100308.html"&gt;fast-developing space program&lt;/a&gt;. All of these events and programs require foreign involvement. They wouldn't make these investments for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. The US vs. North Korea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is not as inevitable as it may seem. A number of countries are involved when it comes to maintaining peace in the Korean region. China, Japan, Russia, South Korea and The US have all held close ties to North Korea ever since North Korea claimed to own nuclear weapons. Though North Korea has breached some international sanctions the US no longer considers North Korea as a "&lt;a href="http://www.state.gov/s/ct/c14151.htm"&gt;state sponsor of terrorism&lt;/a&gt;". If nuclear warfare were to break out, North Korea would more than likely be outnumbered in arms. Assuming China and Russia are smart with their diplomatic alignments, they will urge North Korea to reassess the situation before war occurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I like to think of North Korea's alliances with Russia, and China to a lesser extent, as a parallel to Germany and Russia during World War II. Germany feared Russia because, during that time, they were an economical powerhouse and Hitler knew the Russians were more than capable of destroying Germany. Am I allowed to draw the same parallels to this situation? They seem oddly familiar to me - differing ideologies, mutual support between the three but do not correspond unless needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Geographically speaking, both China and Russia are within close proximity to North Korea. If borders are shared then an alliance makes sense. But this is the only time it makes sense. Communism is now a minority in the ex-USSR: the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/europe/02/10/ukraine.elections/index.html"&gt;recent election in Ukraine&lt;/a&gt; proved they'd rather be in the centre than the left, much like Russia. China is also making progress by taking baby steps into democratic liberalism. In addition, capitalism and &lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/bizchina/2010-03/15/content_9592506.htm"&gt;consumerism is now engulfing China&lt;/a&gt; from the moment economic reform became effective. Does this politically align with North Korea? No. Then why the alliance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When WWI broke out, did they call it WWI from the get-go? How about WWII? Warfare between the Koreas is unlikely given the current, peaceful political climate. To call it an imminent WWIII is baseless, irresponsible fear-mongering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-2929351010467411945?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2929351010467411945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=2929351010467411945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2929351010467411945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2929351010467411945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2010/05/batten-down-hatches-were-in-for-some.html' title='Batten down the hatches, we&apos;re in for some rough peace'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-5794701813227915277</id><published>2009-12-14T22:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:03:50.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Resourceful supernovae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was reading a poem on the train written by Maurice McNamara, a local Melburnian just like me. From my interpretation it is about how iron is made in supernovae. I will not reproduce the poem here for it may be copyrighted; I cannot see any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; but that may be because I don't have my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his poem he makes a clear message that is easy to understand: where we come from. It's not about our roots and heritage, it's more about what we are &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; made of. The carbon we are made of, the oxygen we breathe, the sodium chloride we consume amongst the sulphides, glucose and ascorbic acid. All of these are the building blocks of our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this all come from? How did such a combination of elements create who we are? Are elements intelligent or did it just happen? Obviously elements do not feel anything but, assuming current molecular designs are correct, what creates the affinity between molecules? There's definitely something there, hence why quantum physics exists, but it's amazing to think about when it comes down to the atoms and what they are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice McNamara is right, we are made of dying stars, space debris and stellar remnants from light years away. The buildings we build, the mobile phones we use, the clothes we wear, they all came from a dying star and it really puts everyday life into a spectacular (perhaps an astronomical?) perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-5794701813227915277?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5794701813227915277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=5794701813227915277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5794701813227915277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5794701813227915277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/12/resourceful-supernovae.html' title='Resourceful supernovae'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-4139092997480750742</id><published>2009-09-15T01:57:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:30:49.099+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How to reward yourself with free flights by using your child's bad behaviour as an excuse to be flown around the country for two minute interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other night I was watching the Ellen DeGeneres show for reasons that I cannot even think of, boredom for argument's sake, and one of her guests was a 7 year old boy. Usually her guests are actors, musicians, generally anyone 'note worthy' for trash-tv entertainment programmes such as TMZ and ET. There was something different about this boy; he did not have a special talent nor did he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ci.minneapolis.mn.us/newsroom/200702/20070206-ma_HeroAward.asp"&gt;save his father from choking&lt;/a&gt;. How this kid got his 15 minutes of fame was by &lt;a href="http://www.nowpublic.com/strange/7-year-old-steals-car-video-boy-goes-joy-ride-avoid-church"&gt;stealing his grandmother's car to avoid church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21NVY2YH1GL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21NVY2YH1GL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the interview progressed his father pointed out that his boy, Preston Scarborough, received a month-long grounding. Eventually DeGeneres gave them gifts: as shown above, an anti-car-theft device for Preston's father (which was admittedly humourous) and; a motorised toy car that Preston can drive around. The concept behind Preston's gift is similar to the image below, the only difference being his has a higher level of fanciness and, through all forms of assumption, it looked more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.carbuyersnotebook.com/Toy_Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.carbuyersnotebook.com/Toy_Car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishments are naturally of a subjective nature. A particular judge's condemning will differ from another's. What method of punishment can Preston's parents utilise that is ethically responsible? Of course a grounding seems to be the only reasonable consequence; I, for one, surely cannot think of any arguably better way to handle the behaviour that caused this particular crime. However, flying to New York and Hollywood and allowing him to bask in this attention is not appropriate, is it? Is there something I am missing here? His parents accepted interviews with their local Utahan TV station, &lt;a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=956_1249106428"&gt;The Today Show&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2009/09/preston_car_police_chase_video_0911.php?page=4"&gt;Ellen&lt;/a&gt; and undoubtedly other interviews. The reason, for why a parent would promote positive reinforcement upon a crime their cocky kid committed, is beyond me. He is meant to be grounded and thus I imagined this: 'Preston, no TV or video games for the next month &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; next week &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_de_Leeuw"&gt;Paul De Leeuw&lt;/a&gt; is flying us to The Netherlands because he wants to interview you'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Scarboroughs: sure, go to The Netherlands. While you are there buy some marijuana, leave a couple of cones on your hotel bedside table for Preston to steal and smoke. I am sure Oprah, David Letterman and Larry King have time to interview the world's youngest stoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NB&lt;/b&gt;: Preston Scarborough is not being flown to The Netherlands for an interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-4139092997480750742?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4139092997480750742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=4139092997480750742&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/4139092997480750742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/4139092997480750742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-reward-yourself-by-using-your.html' title='How to reward yourself with free flights by using your child&apos;s bad behaviour as an excuse to be flown around the country for two minute interviews'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-54774290749681681</id><published>2009-08-25T21:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:47:49.757+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterific</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAHHH&lt;/span&gt;. I've caved in to what another 10 million people in this lonely world have done - I made a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ingwtg"&gt;Twitter page&lt;/a&gt;. I will not join all of those people who endlessly follow Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres or Ashton Kutcher. I've promised myself I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing feels 'blotchy' today. It's not writer's block but my words don't seem to flow as well as it usually does. This is an odd feeling and I now understand that I actually do have fluent writing. It's funny how we don't notice things until it's taken away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway other than this, I have nothing else to write about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-54774290749681681?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/54774290749681681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=54774290749681681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/54774290749681681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/54774290749681681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/twitterific.html' title='Twitterific'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-3457793773014822055</id><published>2009-08-22T02:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:26:44.748+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stickers'/><title type='text'>Daily accomplishment: accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v5207/61/100/1209477407/n1209477407_30693444_4383907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v5207/61/100/1209477407/n1209477407_30693444_4383907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for karma to bite me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-3457793773014822055?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3457793773014822055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=3457793773014822055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3457793773014822055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3457793773014822055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/daily-accomplishment-accomplished.html' title='Daily accomplishment: accomplished'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-3209628033304378549</id><published>2009-08-18T20:40:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:22:04.496+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Docklands'/><title type='text'>Costco, what's the fuss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SorFaPaA2mI/AAAAAAAAADU/wHj88S25c_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SorFaPaA2mI/AAAAAAAAADU/wHj88S25c_Q/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371322560195648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of the 17th of August, &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/comments/0,22023,25943697-2862,00.html"&gt;Australia opened its first Costco in Docklands, Melbourne&lt;/a&gt;. For those who do not know what Costco is, it's a gigantic, all-purpose, wholesale store. The type of items sold is like a cross between Big W and Safeway, but what makes Costco different is the opportunity to buy in bulk (and thus save) and the pre-requisite of an annual membership subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, when Costco opened, a lot of hype and talk was created. It was all over the radio, the news, even TV shows that would usually be indifferent towards current local and interstate events. Upon entry it is chaotic and confusing, but once getting through the initial subscription process you realise you've just paid AU$60 to enter a whole new world of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possible effects and prospects of new competition is what piques my interest the most. Coles and Woolworths are the Australian grocery heavyweights - even the smaller franchises such as Kmart and Big W are not completely independent and thus serve as branches off of the said heavyweights. As expected, there was a lash out of negative feedback towards Costco prior to opening and onwards; all arguments being anti-consumerist and anti-american at its prime. Many of these people pose valid arguments concerning 'Australian Made' and supporting Australian business. Unfortunately, there are others who have blinded themselves towards ignorance, blinded with unrealistic and ideological theories that are simply logical fallacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these fallacies is that Australia is turning into the next America. In all honestly this thought also frightens me. I agree with the following: as said by some anti-consumerists there have been numerous precedents where big supermarket chains have literally destroyed local businesses and local economies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; American towns. However&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; this does not neccesarily mean that such a predicament will occur here in Australia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; if Costco is the predicted catalyst. For one, the location of Australia's new Costco is not replicated in the aforementioned predicament and thus will not create a similar reaction. Its location is inconvenient to most Melburnians - it takes me an hour to travel there and I don't live that far out compared to most. It is a major inconvenience for me to shop there on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence of Costco provides the opportunity to break down the quasi-duopoly that is currently still around. Coles and Safeway have ruled as Australia's grocery providers for the last 90 years. Now that there is major competition, (not just independent butchers, fresh fruit markets, IGA etc.) everyone should theoretically benefit from the opening of Costco. For many years, Coles and Safeway have been under fire by the general public and the &lt;a href="http://accc.gov.au/"&gt;ACCC&lt;/a&gt;. Not only does Costco provide competition against Coles and Safeway, but depending on Costco's performance over the next year, it is setting the example for all chains that have a unique business model and realise that Australia is an opportunity to invest for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, 50c toilet paper and 3kg cans of baked beans are nice to those who choose to buy it, but the contrary group need to realise that complaining does nothing; bashing the people who make a conscious choice to shop there is completely unneccesary. Accept and move on. Product-quality is generally better from local-businesses anyway, (not Coles and Safeway, they are not any different from Costco) and good on you if you support them. But during tough economic times, cheaper is better for most and Costco provides this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side the Costco jumbo-sized trolleys provide a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-3209628033304378549?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3209628033304378549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=3209628033304378549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3209628033304378549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3209628033304378549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/costco-whats-fuss.html' title='Costco, what&apos;s the fuss?'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SorFaPaA2mI/AAAAAAAAADU/wHj88S25c_Q/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-5203360382554938889</id><published>2009-08-15T17:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:26:30.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be able to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUKlOIRsI1I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUKlOIRsI1I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-5203360382554938889?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5203360382554938889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=5203360382554938889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5203360382554938889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5203360382554938889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up..'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-5132472492015074802</id><published>2009-08-15T03:44:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:09:44.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The planning of hippopotamus hunting expeditions and related miscellaneousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently I have more viewers than I thought. I guess the people that brush by my Facebook page also click on what's listed as my website. Perhaps I should update more often? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lot of planning and wondering. Esther (for those of you who don't know, my girlfriend of over 9000 years) has informed me with exciting news that she is coming to Australia during the coming March. I'm quite ecstatic about this, so with the help of an unusual mood of not being 'me' I decided to forward-plan her stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she loves animals I've decided to take her to the &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.org.au/WerribeeOpenRangeZoo"&gt;Werribee Open Range Zoo&lt;/a&gt; sometime during her stay in Melbourne. I've never been there myself but the rest of my family have said that it's a very nice place. It's also not far from my house - about 25km give or take. She quite often tells me how she loves zoos so I hope that this is one impressionable experience she won't forget. I also promised &lt;a href="http://fratellish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charly&lt;/a&gt; that I will visit her, with Esther, in Brisbane. March '10 will be one of the best times in my life - meeting two of my closest internet buddies in real life, what more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I can't wait to see the wild poo in the middle of an artificially created savannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-5132472492015074802?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5132472492015074802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=5132472492015074802&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5132472492015074802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/5132472492015074802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/planning-of-hippotamus-hunting.html' title='The planning of hippopotamus hunting expeditions and related miscellaneousness'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-3634156470397997789</id><published>2009-06-17T03:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:26:06.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>A list shall clear things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Internet&lt;br /&gt;• Brain&lt;br /&gt;• Patience&lt;br /&gt;• Caffeine&lt;br /&gt;• Pressure&lt;br /&gt;• Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, our Internet has gone over the limit by $50 or more. Being banned from the Internet is the most excruciating experience in the world. I know what you're thinking, 'you dumasss how can u be typin dis den HUH?'. Well using my phone to blog is equally excruciating. My fat fingers can not be accommodated by the tiny keyboard and my typing speed is horrendously slow. I will live but it is still frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being banned is good for it adds time to homework and study. The bad part is I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; manage to heavily procrastinate. Also adds to my frustration. My homework session literally fried my brain - I'm frustrated because I know that study = fail and I have two chances to fail tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated because I can't sleep. It is 3:00 or so and the amount of coffee I have consumed has failed to serve and paradoxically, simultaneously and annoyingly over serve it's purpose. It did not help me earlier and it kicks in now. That is my fault and I'm kicking myself for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up typing this blogpost. It's too much for my phone to handle. I shall post a proper post once I get my Internet back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-3634156470397997789?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3634156470397997789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=3634156470397997789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3634156470397997789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/3634156470397997789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/06/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-1903567661740440614</id><published>2009-06-08T03:38:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:49:19.471+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Thank God for the french impressionist movement. This is an amazing piece called Sad Birds, composed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Ravel"&gt;Maurice Ravel&lt;/a&gt;. My mate &lt;a href="http://portellosramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amee&lt;/a&gt; will be playing this as part of her VCE music repertoire. I cannot wait to hear this straight from her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeCpiho_YkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeCpiho_YkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-1903567661740440614?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1903567661740440614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=1903567661740440614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/1903567661740440614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/1903567661740440614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-birds.html' title='Sad Birds'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-6211988304168759771</id><published>2009-06-08T02:52:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:26:31.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood is something that is, at times, difficult to deal with. There is so much on my plate right now and simply not enough time or motivation to complete all of it to the utmost standard that is expected. Here is a quick overview of what's ahead in my next two weeks:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/6: Chemistry exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11/6: General Achievement Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15/6: Methods SAC on logarithms, circular functions and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17/6: Economics SAC on fiscal policy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17/6: Specialist Maths SAC on differential equations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19/6: Year 12 Formal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On top of all that, I still need to find something to wear at the formal (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://portellosramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, help me out here!), go to karaoke with my specialist maths buddies, send a couple of things to some people, study my arse off.. I mean, if this is life then I'm ready to just fail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I'm picking out the negatives, not that karaoke is anything of the negative nature, but overall it is how mood plays a part. It seems that mood has this annoyingly effective ability to amplify the seriousness that is involved with all of the said tasks. Why can't us humans just cruise, do what we were made to do and get it over with? Why must we experience such a rollercoaster of annoyances and barriers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, I'll look at this post in two weeks and think 'wow, why didn't you just suck it up and be a man' but in times of general disappointment and discouragement, complaining is the only thing you know you can do right. I'm sure everyone has gone through such a stage and can perhaps empathise with my situation. I know that success is something earned and not bought off the shelf at the local Coles, Halpa-Halli or Albert Heijn. But if you just feel like the bottom image, thinking you're taking steps in the right direction but still happen to fail, one could wish, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/2/20/633707551123316160-mousetrapyouredoingitwrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/2/20/633707551123316160-mousetrapyouredoingitwrong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-6211988304168759771?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6211988304168759771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=6211988304168759771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/6211988304168759771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/6211988304168759771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-7525541795126814046</id><published>2009-05-30T11:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:24:14.654+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all over.. almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well I've had a pretty up-and-down week. I have had 5 SACs this week and with being sick and having various errands to run it was pretty darn stressful. But I'm happy to report that I came out alive. According to my diary the last week is the most stressful week I'll have this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All of us were crazily stressed - one of my friends even wanted to eat a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCWE8cnR_I/AAAAAAAAADE/3Fygw6ivuas/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCWE8cnR_I/AAAAAAAAADE/3Fygw6ivuas/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341434169751193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last Monday when my Specialist Maths teacher was dropping me home she told me the amount of rain that was recorded for Victoria's May - a measly 3mm, 47mm below the May's monthly average. This is definitely a true indication of drought. In fact, if you look up at the sky on a clear day you will notice that the air is tinged red or orange. The orange you see are dust particles from the ground that are collected from wind. This only happens because the ground is cracked and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCUxhxcoFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GIe8M0QF5lc/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCUxhxcoFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GIe8M0QF5lc/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341432736661676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, last Thursday, I went to the city after school to look for a birthday present for mum, have lunch with dad and meet up with Amee. Do you know what happened? The heavens opened up. Umbrellas served a purpose for once - they were no longer dust collectors or decorative ornaments for they had their 15 minutes of fame on Melbourne's streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCWfL9GalI/AAAAAAAAADM/j5jfzV_K7u8/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCWfL9GalI/AAAAAAAAADM/j5jfzV_K7u8/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341434620590582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish it would rain more. The sounds of rain pitter-pattering on a rooftop will relax any 5-SAC week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-7525541795126814046?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7525541795126814046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=7525541795126814046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/7525541795126814046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/7525541795126814046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-over-almost.html' title='It&apos;s all over.. almost'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/SiCWE8cnR_I/AAAAAAAAADE/3Fygw6ivuas/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-6375149134025416332</id><published>2009-05-25T16:56:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:34:12.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-emergency!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, I'm about to head off to the doctor's. Too bad it wasn't an emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWc3WY3fuZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWc3WY3fuZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-6375149134025416332?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6375149134025416332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=6375149134025416332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/6375149134025416332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/6375149134025416332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/pseudo-emergency.html' title='Pseudo-emergency!'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-7832455484522756716</id><published>2009-05-24T19:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:55:57.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad shoes, bad hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAaIZZ1nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0bbM9AuYbPE/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today was a day full of attempting to shop. No shopping was actually done. It definitely was fun. During our adventure we came across some curiosities and pure ugliness. A picture says a thousand words, so three pictures might say three thousand? You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have a busy week ahead of me so my blog posts won't have much content. It would be nice if you guys stay tuned, ja? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAaIZZ1nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0bbM9AuYbPE/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAaIZZ1nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0bbM9AuYbPE/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651125875955314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAZ9bvQRI/AAAAAAAAACM/c2yJnota_VQ/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAZ9bvQRI/AAAAAAAAACM/c2yJnota_VQ/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651122932957458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAZvRKILI/AAAAAAAAACE/z9Z0z-xWzsw/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAZvRKILI/AAAAAAAAACE/z9Z0z-xWzsw/s400/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651119130484914" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-7832455484522756716?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7832455484522756716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=7832455484522756716&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/7832455484522756716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/7832455484522756716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-shoes-bad-hats.html' title='Bad shoes, bad hats'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShpAaIZZ1nI/AAAAAAAAACU/0bbM9AuYbPE/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-2251169021451437671</id><published>2009-05-23T18:08:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:22:50.438+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding zits and linguistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lets start off with an MSN conversation I was having with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://milkisyum.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; during the wee hours of the morning. It is pretty much how my day started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShevXn8VEYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mH-btzl7aiY/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShevXn8VEYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mH-btzl7aiY/s400/omg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338928703664886146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sure, it sounds disgusting, but it was absolutely hilarious for the both of us. It made me wonder how much of an influence tone has on language. When I think 'tonal language' I think of Chinese. Incorrect tones could change the entire meaning of the sentence. For example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;可口可乐 (k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ěkǒukělè) - Coca Cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;克扣可叻 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kèkòu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;acronym title="to embezzle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;acronym title="to embezzle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kě &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;acronym title="can/may/able to/certain(ly)/to suit/(particle used for emphasis)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;acronym title="can/may/able to/certain(ly)/to suit/(particle used for emphasis)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lè) - Deductions can be smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;acronym title="place names"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cannot vouch for the translation for the second one, even if it was done by the &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com"&gt;almighty Google&lt;/a&gt;, but it gets to the point. Of course the Chinese have different tones for different characters but if you slip up a couple of tones, correct interpretation can be difficult. Also, it's not like chinese characters come out of your mouth when you attempt to speak chinese, just like what happens in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/buttox.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, just for the sake of being understood properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then again, written language can also be questionable. I'll leave you with this one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 381px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-2251169021451437671?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2251169021451437671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=2251169021451437671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2251169021451437671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2251169021451437671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleeding-zits-and-linguistics.html' title='Bleeding zits and linguistics'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShevXn8VEYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mH-btzl7aiY/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-2575395590322821307</id><published>2009-05-21T21:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:45:09.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Error!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To those of you who could not comment my blog, try now. I have fixed the settings so it will WORK. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Edit: Credits to &lt;a href="http://retrovsmass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt; after he threatened me with a flaming pikachu. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-2575395590322821307?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2575395590322821307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=2575395590322821307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2575395590322821307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2575395590322821307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/critical-error.html' title='Critical Error!'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-1509184518261482696</id><published>2009-05-21T14:38:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:17:46.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My day started off pretty depressing. My first look outside revealed a cold and foggy day. Driving to school revealed morning traffic and a 30 minute late start to my first class. You'd be insane to think that my day could get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShTfIpdj0GI/AAAAAAAAABk/V-bS9p_xmPk/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShTfIpdj0GI/AAAAAAAAABk/V-bS9p_xmPk/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338136798002663522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I should be admitted to a mental hospital. The start of my day may have sounded bleak but it surprisingly picked up towards the end. But it only picked up once I had coffee and donuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The said consumed products made me feel; like a &lt;a href="http://facilprogramacion.es/simpsons/images/Chief_Wiggum.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stereotyped police officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and; appreciatively content with my day. As an upcoming university student I'm starting to realise I'll be spending more money on coffee than I would on petrol. But no matter how much I spend on coffee my body knows that caffeine is a god-send. My constant need for caffeine has earned me a reputation at my local &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gloriajeanscoffees.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloria Jean's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - they all know that Randolf orders a large caramel latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShTiibFfwLI/AAAAAAAAABs/zahYxlv7F2U/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShTiibFfwLI/AAAAAAAAABs/zahYxlv7F2U/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338140539355119794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I guess the lovely staff at Gloria Jean's know how to save me a breath or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-1509184518261482696?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1509184518261482696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=1509184518261482696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/1509184518261482696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/1509184518261482696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/coffee-and-donuts.html' title='Coffee and donuts'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShTfIpdj0GI/AAAAAAAAABk/V-bS9p_xmPk/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-8352916709174107228</id><published>2009-05-19T11:20:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:51:46.827+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telescopic Philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Dickens'/><title type='text'>Philanthropic miscellaneousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.victorianweb.org/art/illustration/phiz/bleakhouse/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 586px;" src="http://www.victorianweb.org/art/illustration/phiz/bleakhouse/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know that the name looks and sounds confusing, perhaps totally random. You will, however, understand the reference to '&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/worldofwords/quotations/quotefrom/bleakhouse/"&gt;Telescopic Philanthropy&lt;/a&gt;' if you are unfortunate enough to have read Bleak House. Basically, the chapter expresses Charles Dickens' disdain towards 'bad philanthropy' through a character named Mrs. Jellyby, a mother who neglects to prioritise efficiently; raising charity for the people of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borrioboola-Gha&lt;/span&gt; is clearly more important than family. Mrs. Jellyby wishes for other people to donate to the cause, not paying a penny from her own piggy bank, but insinuates that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she wishes to be recognised in her community&lt;/span&gt;. She spends most of her time looking after the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borrioboola-Gha&lt;/span&gt; tribes-people than she does looking after her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Charitable donations have increased exponentially since the 1980s and is continuing to grow at an unprecedented rate. The shift of intergenerational wealth is, perhaps coincidentally, equally unprecendented. As someone who does not earn half as much as an ordinary other, it is still understandable as to why the community would wish to donate for causes, no matter how heavily institutionalised these causes are. However, it was only until recently, after Dickens shined the light in the right direction, I have realised what philanthropy is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Although Dickens wrote Bleak House over 150 years ago he has succesfully prophesied issues that skew the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philanthropy"&gt;true meaning of philanthropy&lt;/a&gt;. Angelina Jolie and her wish for a &lt;a href="http://tonicgossip.com/wp-content/angelina_jolie1a.jpg"&gt;rainbow family&lt;/a&gt; is one instance where 'bad philanthropy' is being practiced. Yes, she has good intentions by 'rescuing' these children but does she also have an ulterior motive? Perhaps I am being presumptuous, but it irks me to hear about her newest adoption. What's next, adopting a martian baby found by the &lt;a href="http://marsprogram.jpl.nasa.gov/"&gt;newest NASA mission&lt;/a&gt;? She differs from Mrs. Jellyby in terms of family but whether or not Angelina Jolie wishes to extend her recognition on the world stage is questionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Perhaps if she adopted me then I'll be happy to edit this blog post and say otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-8352916709174107228?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8352916709174107228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=8352916709174107228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/8352916709174107228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/8352916709174107228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/philanthropic-miscellaneousness.html' title='Philanthropic miscellaneousness'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-8837944638256315139</id><published>2009-05-19T03:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:42:11.361+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flargh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShGd3x5QW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K6OW3gG58Hc/s1600-h/ing+wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShGd3x5QW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K6OW3gG58Hc/s320/ing+wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337220615022599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been 2 hours of frustration. Who would have thought that creating a blog for the first time would be even more confusing than Facebook. Time to dust away the cobwebs around my HTML knowledge - Randy will be practicing for blogspot!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://retrovsmass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for his wisdom and photoshop 'talents' shown above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-8837944638256315139?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8837944638256315139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=8837944638256315139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/8837944638256315139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/8837944638256315139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/flargh.html' title='Flargh'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fq4qW0RmT4Q/ShGd3x5QW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K6OW3gG58Hc/s72-c/ing+wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551664477500079806.post-2070195087634222058</id><published>2009-05-19T01:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:21:34.017+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple monkey dishwashers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello world of virtual reality and realistic virtualism. So, I'm new to blogging. I'm sad to say that the creation of my blog was out of impulse - a poor excuse for a new procrastination tool. The idea of a blog has always appealed to me even if the material conception was only 10 minutes ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be sure to update if anyone bothers to follow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3551664477500079806-2070195087634222058?l=ing-wtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2070195087634222058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551664477500079806&amp;postID=2070195087634222058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2070195087634222058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551664477500079806/posts/default/2070195087634222058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ing-wtg.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world-of-virtual-reality-and.html' title='Purple monkey dishwashers'/><author><name>Randolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286718981743303296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
