The injustice of it all…

MHS has been closed down for a week (I’ve heard this from 2 rather reliable sources. One of them dates a MHS boy the other IS a MHS boy).

MacRob, however, is not.

Christina and I were in Chinese when I got the news from Catherine, and Christina prompted complained, “Why can’t we just get some Yr 9s to go pash some MHS guys so we can get a week off school?”

Political incorrectnesss and just plain meanness aside, I agree with her.

MHS is PRACTICALLY MacRob, disease-wise. If they get closed down why can’t we? Sure, they have 6 confirmed cases and we have 2 awaitng test results and me who is feeling a bit feverish, but still.

The one good thing that’s come out of this partial closure is that at least Flinders St in the mornings won’t be crowded by juniors and their boyfriends/wannabe boyfriends/wannabes.

Alex.

What I’ve Done

So let mercy come
And wash away…
What I’ve done…

I’ve gone and imported this blog onto my notes on Facebook. So the traffic should get a bit busier, I hope. I made it so that you can read my post, but to comment you’d have to come here. Ingenius, no?

By the way, that was “What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park.

In other news, we got our new internet installed finally, 1 and a half months late. We’re now with Telstra Bigpond. It comes with a wireless thing so when we get a new computer and when I get a laptop I can totally just use the internet from my room. How awesome!

And, Dom had gone get himself tested for swine flu. Results in a few days. Hope he doesn’t have it, the poor bugger.

That’s all for now.

Alex.

P.S. Catherine I really really do love you for what you wrote.

I fold!

I have avoided any mention of the Swine Flu since it came out because I was hoping at least one blog wouldn’t mention it somewhere. But hey look, I fold.

MHS has 2 guys who have Swine Flu. Apparently it came from the Junior Social (which OF COURSE I was NOT at) where a MGC girl who has it went there, made out with…well okay the point is 2 MHS guys have it. And I’m rather worried because MHS is quite closely linked with MacRob (take it how you may) and yeah, what’s gonna happen now? Plus, you may remember, I was hanging out with DOM and MHS BOY yesterday. Am I infected?

Alex.

Your face is the structure of In the Lake of the Woods!

Today in English we taught Miss A- the technicalities behind “your face” insults.

She didn’t get it, at first. So I had to demonstrate:

A: I think it’s just weird.

Me: Your face is weird!

A: But it’s not very witty.

Me: Your face isn’t very witty!

And so on.

So when she left the classroom, “Starsky” had the genius idea to change the essay topic we were analysing which was something like “The structure of ITLOW asserts the narrator’s belief that there is no one truth” to “YOUR FACE IS THE STRUCTURE OF ITLOW! Discuss.”

I went home with Fel today, but not before going to Melb Central so I can get some earrings. Dom and Er- (I don’t know how to spell his name so I’m just guessing) came along and sort of hung out with us. I felt bad because I made Dom go all the way from State just so he could watch me pick out earrings, follow me to the bathroom (but not INTO the bathroom) where I washed off the hearts on my hand (it was a Social Service stunt which actually was sort of fun) and then followed us back up to Maccas. Oh and Fel and I tried out the demo of the NDSi camera and took various shots of our faces distorted or morphed together and colored weirdly. It was freaking awesome!

On the train ride home Fel and I argued the whole way. I told Fel she should be ashamed that she’s not taking Awkward Boy to the Formal. Fel argued that she shouldn’t feel guilty or ashamed. It went on for an entire train ride, and there was a white middle-aged guy sitting near us who was smiling and laughing the whole time.

I’ve got my Methods SAC starting tomorrow, and an English SAC next week that I haven’t started preparing properly for. I made a new friend in Legal today/yesterday, a Yr 11. Quite nice. Very sick (not in the…er…fully sick sort of way, but she actually had a nasty cold).

The Social Service stunt that I mentioned earlier was basically to get everyone to compliment someone and draw a heart on their face/hand. Jen went up to Sonam with “you have glasses”. Tiff got two “you’re really lame”. And I got one for “you have small hands”.

Alex.

Just being evil

Today I caught up with Pooki and her friend Mic-. They were at NGV for Top Arts or something and so we took the train home together. Eunice came with us, of course.

Eunice and I met up with Pooki and Mic- at Melb Central and I got a mini frozen coke (which, for a dollar, is seriously worth it). We then walked around Melb Central so Pooki can go shopping. Anyway so they went into Cocolatte (which I thought was a drink they wanted…sadly) and so I sat outside, my bag being too big. Mic- joined me after a while, and then Eunice and Pooki dumped their stuff with us.

Mic- said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if they came out and we were gone with their stuff?”

It took one second for me to chuckle and decide. We stood up, took their stuff, and walked off. We went to Colorado which was upstairs and just had a chat about Pooki, school, pranks we’ve pulled etc.

It took them nearly 15 minutes to call back, they spent that long in Cocolatte. Then we went into Colorado and sat on the couch, hiding Eunice’s bag in the cushions, agreeing to pretend, “Bag? Did you give us your bag? I don’t remember you giving us your bag.”

It didn’t work. The cushions were rather obvious.

So then we went down to the platform and I was going to get off at Richmond for Carmaine and Bee, who were behind us, but it was raining at Richmond and I didn’t want to get wet. Then they called and said they were on the 41 but at that point, more or less, I didn’t get off.

On the train we were discussing comebacks and whatnot. Mic- said that someone had done an awesome one on Pooki.

They were playing Taboo, and Pooki had the word “compliment”. She couldn’t get it across, so TeeTee (I mentioned this before. But I’ll say it again; I don’t call him TeeTee, Pooki does. I do it to censor his name) said he’d help her. He said, “Ah, [Pooki], you’re looking very beautiful today.” And someone said, “I know what that is! That’s a LIE!”

It rained today. That’s good. Won’t do much for our water catchment but at least it waters gardens and washes cars.

Alex.

Chicken, cream, sticker

Last night we got a phone call from a family friend. They raised a couple of chickens as pets except one of them turned out to be a rooster (cos you can’t tell when they’re chickies). The rooster’s crowing a lot which is pissing their neighbors off, so we got a call from the guy, who was somehow under the impression that my dad can “do something about it”.

Well, he can’t, but we got the rooster anyway.

So last night the rooster slept in the cardboard box it came in, because it would squeeze under the gate otherwise or something, and run off, and there’s one rooster gone to waste. We fed it some rice grains and water this morning, and put it in the shade so that we don’t get roast chicken before it’s plucked, if you get me.

Anyway, dad can’t actually do anything about it, which is a dead pity because I’d wanted to see him try, and take pictures. That’s the difference between Carmaine and me, I suppose. Carmaine takes pictures of nice events, pretty people and clothes and scenery and momentos, and I like taking pictures of things being “taken care of”.

So dad called up another family friend who actually does know how to “take care” of a chicken. Its going over to their place in about an hour. I took a look at the rooster this morning (it had a sort of confused crow this morning. Sort of like “cock-a-doodle? Cock-a-wtf-is-this-box?”) and it was really really really robust rooster, shiny feathers and strong round body. Pity we won’t get to eat it. I was actually really looking forward to having it. Carmaine looked at me funny when I mentioned that thought.

Tomorrow is Julia’s birthday, so today at recess we had cake for her (and sang happy birthday AGAIN heaps of times AGAIN) and there was this really really large and (stealing Carmaine’s phrase here) orgasmically delicious cake. We couldn’t finish it all, so we brought it into Form. Theresa then proceeded to pretend to come hug me but instead wipe cream on my nose.

And finally, I came across Carmaine going to her locker during her Chem double, and so we chatted a bit, and as she turned around to her locker, I saw a sticker on her back and couldn’t stop laughing. Being a good friend, I ripped it off for her. It said “LOSER”.

And those were the 3 fun things that happened today.

Alex.

P.S. I went to see Serpless. She wasn’t there. I won’t go to Baldock until I’ve seen Serpless. Seems logical that way. I’m taking control again, Bianca. Sort of.

Hypothesis

Maybe she didn’t blog because she didn’t want to.

Maybe she had a lot to blog about in the past few days, and had been on the brink of insanity and depression but didn’t. Because she thought she’d get out of it. Maybe she did get out of it. Maybe she didn’t.

Maybe she had a huge load that needed to be dispersed, and blogging was the only way to do it. Except Time had dispersed it. Or maybe Time had merely covered the symptoms.

Maybe she’s fine.

Maybe she’s been doing great in her life, and she’s looking forward to the holidays, when she can sleep in.

Maybe she’s worried about upcoming SACs, such as her Chinese oral, or her English Language, or Methods.

Or maybe she has resolved to prepare thoroughly like she’s never done before.

Maybe both. Maybe she’s okay and she’s not okay. She can’t be certain what she is, because even she doesn’t know.

Confusion, that’s part of it, but something more. Sometimes she’d glide away and there would be stretches of time, white time, until she’d come back and the entire prospect of the future would come crashing down on her. She’d feel like she was suffocating, drowning, and the only way out is to end it herself so that she wouldn’t have to succumb to another power.

The trick then, was to distract herself and pretend that she’ll get through it.

Alex.

A Night Out With The Beast

(No, I’m not talking about Dani’s cleavage. Ahhh in-ish joke.)

I am extremely glad I have something I can post under “social life” again.

Last night I had a really full night, because it was Julia’s birthday dinner as well as Beauty and the Beast, the combined musical by MacRob and MHS.

The evening/night started when school ended and I headed off into the city with Sonam, Tiff, Vania and a bunch of others who, to make this blog more coherent, will only be named and censored when need be. We planned to meet up with Julia, Bel and Jen (and a similar other bunch) later on at the restaurant.

The plan had originally been to go to this cafe on Little Collins to let Tiff perve on some hot guy. We were slow getting out of the school so we powered up Little Collins (Town Hall side) only to find that the cafe (assuming it was the one April recommended) was closed. So we powered back down to the other end of Little Collins where we were about to enter Laurent. It was full so we went down a causeway and went into an Asian-run Italian themed cafe. It wasn’t bad, quite cosy, but it wasn’t as good as Giraffe (and I forgot its name).

After drinking and paying for coffee (I read my drink price wrong which held us up for about 10 minutes as Lisa tried to compensate for my stupidity) we went back down to Swanston St to catch a train up to the restaurant. There was some sort of giveaway going on and there was a mass of people on the opposite side to the Town Hall. I thought it was a gig but apparently not.

Went up to the restaurant. I forgot the name of the restaurant, but it was Italian and you get there via the Glen Iris tram stopping at Stop 31. Most of the people arrived and we started eating. There were pizzas and gnocchi and pasta and so forth and we all had a pretty awesome time joking around and making fun of Jen – who is such a good sport – and eating. A while into dinner we realized that the other end of the table was definitely having more fun than our end, so we tried to think of something fun to talk about but all Jen could do was bleat (literally).

Then food finished and we all made a racket taking pictures and singing happy birthday AGAIN. Jen and JenT tried to harmonise for 5 minutes to no avail. Then, when Tiff went to the bathroom Suse had the bright idea to hide under the tables so that when Tiff came back out she wouldn’t know where we were. We did it, and we were totally idiotic, with us giggling and hissing “SHH” all the time.

Got told off by the owner of the store so we paid and left, and decided to walk to MHS instead of tram.

Had a pretty interesting conversation with Lisa on the way there. I had to find a bathroom halfway down and unfortunately got lost coming back out (IT WAS MAZEY OKAY?!).

Got to MHS with time to spare, and waited around for Fel, Bee, Shaz, Mash and Fel’s friend Ryan. Turned out they’d passed me and were inside already (despite Bee saying she called my name I was annoyed and cold). Met Ryan, and saw a Yr 10 MHS guy with uber long/big blonde hair. I can’t describe it. It’s sort of punk/skater boy, shoulder length, huge fringe etc. He was an usher so I kept on trying to see his hair.

My English student teacher sat in front of me, coincidentally, and I wasn’t sure if it was her because her hair had changed. But it was her.

I don’t think I’ll give a review of the musical because I can’t be bothered, but I thought – and this was agreed upon – that this was the best one in the 4 years I have been here (and I went to every single one of them). The costumes, especially Cogsworth’s, was SO COOL! And Mrs Potts ACTUALLY had steam coming out of the spout of one “hand”. Or the hand of one “spout” whatever.

So, if you have the time, there is one last show tonight at 7:30 at MHS in South Yarra. Tickets aren’t that expensive and it’s totally worth it. No idea if it’s sold out.

Afterwards, we said bye to Ryan and (OH YEAH I saw Khanie during intermission and talked for a bit) Fel’s dad drove us home. I slept at 12:30 in time to be woken up at 6:00 by my dad forgetting to turn off his alarm (he was on conference so of course he wasn’t there to shut it).

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme…Beauty and the Beast.”

Alex.

What’s left?

That was a pun. “What’s left” was my insanely punny way of saying “what’s wrong?”

I won’t be able to reproduce the arguments exactly, or at all, really. And I hope Bee’s okay with my posting of it here.

On the train ride home today, with Fel and Bee, Bee started a discussion about the Saudi Arabians stoning women to death for a certain reason within their society. I think it was as a sort of punishment for committing a crime but I really can’t remember.

Bee put to us that we really shouldn’t (or rather, not “shouldn’t” but that it doesn’t really achieve anything if we) decide and see whether it is “right” or “wrong” for them to do this. Their society and culture does not view it as “wrong” and we only see it as such because we were brought up to see it that way.

My basic argument had been that it is wrong and we can say that it is wrong even without understanding fully their culture because every human has a intrinsic right to live, and to take away that right (or the “arbitrary deprivation of their lives”) is intrinsically wrong.

Bee countered (along with Fel) that it is not actually our “right” to live. “Rights” were¬† a convention set up by society. Sure, we have the “will” to live, but in certain situations that will to live does not amount to anything significant.

(This, by the way, is a horrendously abridged version of the debate we had, and in the wrong chronological order as well.)

Thus, by convention, we believe that the stoning of these women are “wrong”. Are they actually “wrong”? And what is “wrong”? By saying that such acts are wrong, it does not do anything to help or stop it from happening, and really “it’s just them complaining” (in the slightly paraphrased words of Bianca herself).

I then put to her that, “Yes, it is just complaining. But by complaining you are at least giving that slight possibility of something BEING done, whereas if you don’t complain nothing will be done and that’s that. It’s like a kid complaining to his mom about being hit by his brother. Complaining about it MIGHT get the mom to tell the brother off, or the brother to stop, but not complaining about it will just make him keep going, or make the situation worse.”

That stopped Bianca for while, but we’d also gone on to another topic.

Are humans intrinsically evil?

I’d put that, yes, humans are intrinsically evil. Take for example the Stanford Experiment. When given the power and the authority, all humans will inevitably start relishing in the power, and abusing it and whomever their power grants them command over.

Fel had argued that while humans may have evil parts in them, intrinsically, it is also true that there are purely good parts in everyone. Absolutely everyone. Bianca agreed, saying that even Hitler had good parts in him, because despite what his actions really were, to him they were the “right thing” (and here is that term again) and his acting upon these beliefs show he is a good person (was that your point, Bianca?)

The discussion then petered out at that point. No one “won” per se but I think Bianca had the slight upper hand in the end, regarding the Saudi Arabian argument.

What is it that you believe? Were those actions wrong? Were those actions justified by the cultural differences? Is society to blame? Is there actually no way of determining whether those actions are right because, in the end, there is no such thing as “right”?

Alex.

P.S. I’m not going to be patronizing, just helpful. If by chance anyone who read this wasn’t sure what “intrinsically” actually means:

Princeton: belonging to a thing by its very nature; “form was treated as something intrinsic, as the very essence of the thing”- John Dewey

So sort of like saying “water is intrinsically wet”. Sort of.