Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Movie: Ace Attorney

Ace Attorney

Completely illogical. Hyper-unrealistic. Ridiculously bad acting. Horrific trials that have no juries, seemingly no rules and no judicial integrity.
Despite an apparently star-studded Japanese cast and great visuals, this is one of the worst movies I've ever seen.

I got sucked into watching this live action adaptation by a deluded friend who is a huge fan of the original detective-style Nintendo DS games. You play as the hawk-haired rookie lawyer, Phoenix Wright, who needs to find clues, gather evidence and then cross-examine witnesses with clinical precision - trials in their dystopic Japan are only allowed to run for a maximum of three days(!!!). What happens in the movie, however, is a major cluster-fuck of random revelations and new evidence popping up every three minutes DURING the trial - which basically fuels the entire direction of the movie. Moreover, there were countless of unbelievably stupid and illegitimate 'objections', lawyers not asking questions but making speculative statements during cross-examination, accused persons being found not guilty simply because it was proven someone else was at the scene at the same time, WTF supernatural spirits giving advice, anachronistic Minority Report-like technology being used in the courtroom, incessant Yu-Gi-Oh! style battle cries, summonsed witnesses just randomly walking in and out on a whim etc. etc. etc.

Maybe I'm just being a picky law student. Or maybe - this movie was totally fucked up and didn't make any sense whatsoever unless you actually played the game and understood that this was just one huge Mickey Mouse legal trial. It's not supposed to be taken seriously. That is made pretty clearly when they start using mentally ill amnesiacs and his parrot (it wasn't EVEN a parrot, but a cockatoo) as witnesses.

None of the characters were relatable because they were all weird and dumb and I have no idea how they passed law school. And of course, why do these Japanese people have white people names??? Why do some of them dress like normal people, some like Star Wars extras and others like Victorian era aristocrats??? WHAT???

Oh my god this movie. You should drink a shot every time there's a deus ex machina. It'll be more fun than watching the movie itself.

Friday, 20 September 2013

Making porn stars wear condoms - well...duh?

Infected porn stars say the outbreak of HIV infections

shows the industry needs to get serious about condoms

Read more: http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/hiv-positive-porn-stars-argue-condoms-article-1.1460438#ixzz2fR6HaOvT

Following the above controversy, a friend and I had a discussion about whether or not porn actors should be forced to wear condoms at work.  My view was that this should definitely be an industry requirement (which common sense tells me it already is, just maybe not adhered to) - and perhaps even legislated at some level.  Sure, the 'tactile pleasure', as he called it, wouldn't be as awesome, but it's better to sacrifice a bit of TP than to contract freaking HIV.

He went on about 'freedom of choice' and something about 'those who don't want to wear condoms are looked down upon by peers'....some weird shit like that... which is either:
1. something he just assumed cos lul iunno HE HAS A DICK THAT NEEDS TO BE LIBERATED FROM A HERMETIC RUBBER PRISON.
2. or something legit because he knows the porn industry like the back of his hand

Regardless, the peer pressure thing ultimately didn't make sense to me. Wouldn't producers want the actors and actresses to do it without a condom for better performances? If anything, I would have thought there would be more pressure on them to do it without protection. Feel free to rebut me on this... lel.

Anyway. The current outbreak clearly shows that despite certain health groups and organisations encouraging the use of condoms or setting a requirement for its use in pornography, and despite the growing  awareness about the dangers of contracting HIV for the last decade, porn actors and actresses (well, they can request it) are not using condoms enough. Maybe they're in reckless denial about the risk they're taking. Maybe it's just pressure from producers or co-workers.

Whatever it is - the consequences are manifestly clear.


Thursday, 19 September 2013

My top 5 most shocking photographs that changed the course of history

WARNING: Graphic content below.

In 1911, an American journalist named Arthur Brisbane said: "Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words."
Although many previous and subsequent writers have undoubtedly written variations of that expression, it was not until the 30s when photojournalism, along with the film industry and an increasing desire for more effective wartime propaganda, flourished and people began to recognise the inherent power of a still visual. After The Great War, photojournalism began to develop into what I and many believe was the most important medium of the next few decades.  

Between the 30s and the 70s, often regarded as the golden age of photojournalism, an incessant string of wars provided more than ample opportunity for photographers to capture the worst of humanity. The blood, the guts, the smiling faces of future war criminals, the agonising tears of dying civilians. For the first time, people sitting in their living rooms, sipping tea and reading the newspaper, could see what was happening miles away on a battlefield. They didn't just read words about this and that event - they could see the human faces behind it, and that made the brutality of what was happening around them extremely hard to ignore.

Ultimately, there were photos which left such shocking after-tastes in people's mouths that it eventually changed the course of history - rousing members of the public into protest, forcing governments to intervene in foreign wars and even playing a large part in ending the war itself.

Below, I have compiled a list of 10 photos that I believe did just that - photos so horrific and cut so deeply into people's memories that they became rallying points for change and reform, or at least - indelible icons of human cruelty and suffering.


1. Vietnamese Girl Running From Napalm Attack, 1972

Taken by Huyn Cong (Nick) Ut in 1972 near the South Vietnamese village of Ayod
Many people say photojournalism reached its apogee in the 60s and 70s when the Vietnam War became the first war to 'play out in people's living rooms'. Televisions had just become popular and the US government, partly wanting to rouse public support for their own soldiers fighting in Vietnam, and partly due to inexperience with such new mediums, had pretty much allowed full and unfettered access for journalists to cover whatever they wanted on the ground.

But as the war raged on, this decision backfired enormously. More and more photos popped up in the media depicting the squalid deaths of Vietnamese civilians - collateral damage in a war that was not only going no where, but getting worse.

Most shockingly, rumours about US soldiers committing atrocities against innocent men, women and children were verified when photos surfaced of the notorious 1968 My Lai Massacre (if there's anything I remembered studying about the Vietnam War in high school, it was that); My Lai - a village that was only inhabited by the elderly, women and children, was nevertheless burnt to the ground by a company of US soldiers. Women were raped. Children were slaughtered.  Bear in mind - we are talking about atrocities carried out by Americans. 


The My Lai Massacre 1968


Soon, pictures like the above made front page news in America. But in 1972, Kevin Ut's 'unbelievable' photo of a nine year old Vietnamese girl named Kim Phuc, screaming in agony (saying "It's too hot! Give me water!") and running away from Napalm bombs - her clothes having eviscerated upon contact by the US developed chemical weapon - the American public had had enough. While anti-War sentiment had been building up, it now reached a climax. President Nixon, who initially believed the photo was phony, had to answer the furious calls from hundreds of thousands of protesters around the country who were calling their own soldiers 'rapists' and 'baby-killers'. Some soldiers who came back were apparently spat upon and some had to sneak into the country at night.

Eventually, Nixon had no choice but to begin pulling out large numbers of troops. After two decades, the war finally came to an end, albeit ignominiously, in 1975. 

2. The Brutality of European Colonialism in Congo, 1904

Taken by Alice Harris in May 1904 in Congo
This photo was taken in 1904 by Alice Harris, a missionary who was working in Belgian Congo. At first, it may be hard to make out what exactly is being depicted in the photo, as it was for me, but next to Nsala Wala is his daughter's hand and foot, received in a mailed package from Belgian authorities. 

Both his wife and daughter had been killed and mutilated by Belgian police in what was an accepted practice to deter theft. Alice and her husband were so appalled, they sent the photo back to Britain with the caption: “The photograph is most telling, and as a slide will rouse any audience to an outburst of rage.” 

They later went on tours in other countries, giving lectures about atrocities in Congo and denouncing Belgian treatment of the Congolese. Remember this picture and remember its significance - it launched the first successful human rights campaign in history. It appeared widely in books and papers and eventually pressured King Leopold of Belgium to relinquish the colony in 1908.

3. The Famine in Sudan: Vulture Stalking a Child, 1993

Kevin Carter's 1993 photograph of an emaciated Sudanese toddler being stalked by a vulture

Personally, this was THE photo. I'm not kidding when I say it, well, changed my life.

It was the start of year 11 when I came across this photo. Since year 7, after overcoming a very dark period, I had decided that I was going to dedicate my life to something that would make a difference. 

But when I saw this picture, I had never felt so strong about my convictions. I was also shocked at myself. I was sitting in front of my laptop, having just read an extremely horrifying story about rape in Congo, and then was led to another link about Kevin Carter's 1993 Pulitzer prize winning photograph. It was of a Sudanese toddler so emaciated and on the brink of death, that it had been abandoned in an open field, vulnerable to....A VULTURE?!?!

After being published by The New York Times and many other agencies, an unprecedented number of people rung them up to ask about the fate of the child, some also condemning Carter for not rescuing her. But in all, the photo did what it was meant to do - cause a reaction.

In the same year, Carter won a Pulitzer for the photograph. The following year, he committed suicide.

It was just so fucking perverse. I had just been bombarded with 1. a really shocking story about women getting raped so seriously they had developed fistulas and 2. a really shocking picture of a vulture waiting for a little kid to die and then eat. And the photographer so affected by it and the reactions of the public that he killed himself.

God. My mind was reeling with thoughts like: I've been alive on this earth for 15 years, how could I not even have heard of Kevin Carter, the Sudanese famine or the brutal rapes of Congolese women?  

It didn't matter that I was freaking thousands of miles away. The fact that I was living on the same planet as these people and didn't know a freaking shit about what they were going through really boggled my mind.

And then of course, the next day, I had to go and inform everyone in my high school politics class like an obnoxious activist. 'Guys, guys! Did you know that....' 

And I will NEVER EVER forget this, but a girl in my class told me to not talk about it anymore because it was... 'gross'.  And she didn't want to hear about 'gross' things.

I was like.
Holee. Shit.  

I was so pissed off. 


4. Genocide: The Killing of Bosnian Muslims, 1995

Taken by Darko Badic during the massacre of Bosnian Muslims 1995
(1995, that was after I was born, just thinking about that makes me feel....bleh)
Reblogging from Alex Selwyn-Holmeshttp://iconicphotos.wordpress.com/tag/bosnian-war/

In a few days in July 1995, Bosnian Serb forces massacred around 8,000 Bosnian Muslim men and boys in the town of Srebrenica, which was supposedly under the UN aegis. We stood idly outside, our rhetoric changed from ‘Never again’ to ‘Once More’.

Darko Bandic, a freelance Croat photographer working for AP, recalled the above photograph he took near the annihilated town:

I had arrived at this massive makeshift refugee camp in Tuzla early in the morning, around 5.30am. Tens of thousands of distraught women and children had poured into the camp the previous day.Just as I was about to enter the camp, two or three young girls told me they had spotted a woman hanging from a tree in the woods. They took me to her. I was actually a bit confused. I didn’t know exactly what to do. From the direction I was walking I could see her face, but obviously I didn’t want to shoot that. I shot just a couple of frames, then went back to the UN guard. I remember he was a Swedish soldier and I told him what I had seen. He said: ‘For now, let’s take care of the ones who are alive.’ 
I saw so many really awful things in Bosnia’s war, that was just yet another of them. I did wonder what horrific things must have happened to her to drive herself to take her own life. But I never found out. I never even knew her name until a year later.”

Her name was Ferida Osmanovic and her photo soon appeared on front pages all over the world. It was a metaphor for the Unknown Victim of the Balkan wars: faceless, defenseless, humiliated. 

At their Oval Office meeting, Vice President Al Gore told President Clinton, “My 21-year-old daughter asked about this picture. What am I supposed to tell her? Why is this happening and we’re not doing anything? My daughter is surprised the world is allowing this to happen. I am too.” His outrage was shared by many UN officials, NATO and US Army’s top brass.

President Clinton, whose initial comments on Srebrenica were lawyerly (‘the fall of Srebrenica undermined the UN’s peacekeeping mission’), was pushed towards an intervention by Gore. On the Capitol Hill, Senator Diane Feinstein was equally vehement; in a memorable speech, she used the photo to underline the plight of raped and murdered civilians in the war zone.

By July, the UN had given its military forces the authority to request airstrikes without consulting civilian UN officials. A comprehensive air support for other safe zones and retaliatory air strikes by NATO were launched against the Serbs. The bombing campaign finally brought the Serbs to the negotiating table in November 1995, when the Dayton Accords put an end to three and a half-year long Bosnian War.

[For details of Ferdia's surviving children, the Guardian story here.]*

The most striking thing about the photo — and Srebrenica massacre — was that it happened in 1995, exactly a year after the Rwandan genocide. My memory of both events is vague, but I saw them on CNN daily growing up. In fact, they were amongst my first memories of the world outside my family. They have shaped who I am today. No one — but especially no children — should see similar horrors unfolding, firsthand or otherwise.

Auschwitz. Srebrenica. Rwanda. Congo. Syria.

The list goes on.
 5.  The Face of Emmett Till - the Civil Rights Movement, 1955


This was the face of 14 year old Emmett Till before his brutal bashing and murder by two white men in Mississippi, August 1955. The picture below, shows his face after: 

His mother specifically requested an open casket funeral so the world would be able to see the truth
Again, this is a case I learnt in high school. I don't remember the teacher ever showing us the latter photograph, but we definitely came across it during online research.  

Emmett Till was 14 years old when he apparently whistled at a white woman as he walked out of a small grocery shop with some candy he had bought with his friends. Nobody knows what that whistle really meant. A greeting? A goodbye? A leery wolf whistle? Whatever it was, Carolyn Bryant had told her husband about the 'incident', and he found it deeply offensive. 

Since I can't be stuffed typing, the facts of the case, as outlined on Wiki:

Several nights later, Bryant's husband Roy and his half-brother J. W. Milam arrived at Till's great-uncle's house where they took Till, transported him to a barn, beat him and gouged out one of his eyes, before shooting him through the head and disposing of his body in the Tallahatchie River, weighting it with a 70-pound (32 kg) cotton gin fan tied around his neck with barbed wire. His body was discovered and retrieved from the river three days later.

The trial of Roy Bryant and J. W. Milam garnered huge attention from the press and you won't want to believe it - but there were newspapers (and almost all Mississippians) that defended them by exaggerating Carolyn's beauty and outright claiming that the whistle was indeed a wolf whistle (sexual connotations and all). But most egregious of all, an all white, all male jury acquitted the both of them:

Bryant and Milam were acquitted of Till's kidnapping and murder, but only months later, in a magazine interview, protected against double jeopardy, they admitted to killing him.

The case gave the Civil Rights Movement a huge push in momentum - so much coverage was given to Emmett Till's case that Mississippi became defined by his death. All around the nation, civic action groups were being formed to raise awareness of African American civil rights.

Three months later on December 1, a woman named Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat for a white man. And the rest is history...

Controversy:
 Little Wayne, an African-American rapper who doesn't know anything about US history, makes a dick move and references Emmett Till in a song, July 2013, forced to apologise by Emmett Till's family



WORTHY MENTION:
Because I'm tired, I'm going to reblog:

Dead US Soldiers dragged through Mogadishu (capital of Somalia), US pulls out, this failed campaign becomes the basis for Hollywood movie Black Hawk Down + also, the US doesn't intervene in the Rwanda genocide 1994 for fear that the same thing would happen



It was a media war that the United States lost in Somalia, ironic since its involvement was forced by the pictures of famine-stricken people there. In one of the clearest and earliest examples of the CNN effect, the war was repeatedly dogged by the dozens of press photographers. It is an anticipating media, not snipers or enemy combatants, that greeted the U.S landing forces in Mogadishu in December 9th 1992.
For a war that began with memorable images, it is both fitting and ironic that it ended because of another set of dramatic images. The photos taken by Canadian photographer Paul Watson, of a dead American soldier being dragged through the streets of Mogadishu spelled the beginning of the end for U.S.-U.N. peacekeeping force. Domestic opinion turned hostile as horrified TV viewers watched images of the bloodshed—-including this Pulitzer-prize winning footage of Somali warlord Mohammed Aideed’s supporters dragging the body of U.S. Staff Sgt. William David Cleveland through the streets of Mogadishu, cheering. President Clinton immediately abandoned the pursuit of Aideed, the mission that cost Cleveland his life and gave the order for all American soldiers to withdraw from Somalia by March 31, 1994. Other Western nations followed suit.
When the last U.N. peacekeepers left in 1995, ending a mission that had cost more than $2 billion, Mogadishu still lacked a functioning government. The battle deaths, and the harrowing images prompted lingering U.S. reluctance to get involved in Africa’s crises, including the following year’s genocide in Rwanda. In 1996, Osama bin Laden cited the incident as proof that the U.S. was unable to stomach casualties: when “one American was dragged in the streets of Mogadishu you left; the extent of your impotence and weaknesses became very clear.” Never before or since had a photo altered a nation’s political destinies so much so.



Thursday, 12 September 2013

random pics

Interviewing MT Tsoi, president of the Chinese Board Games Club and head of multicultural events for the Liberal Party in the Eastern District of Victoria

19/8/2013. Monash Qanda ft. the then candidates for Chisholm: John Nguyen (Liberal), Anna Burke (Labor) and Josh Fergeus (Greens)


From left to right:  1. um... 2.  John Nguyen 3. Anna Burke 4. Josh Fergeus 


Josh Fergeus being young and relatable.




Pic from China at the start of the year.  Some guy smokin' at dinner.
Actually that guy is my grandpa.
Working with the Victorian Multicultural Education Services as a 'big sister' to guide grade 5 and 6 exchange students from China 30/7/2013

Saturday, 7 September 2013

I'm in art


So my boss' talented daughter is doing visual arts for IB and my picture was taken for this piece about how girls hold themselves up to impossible standards of beauty. Well, something along those lines.  You can interpret it.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Mistress.

She's fiery.  She's seditious.
She's horny and delicious.
A teasing smile, a wicked grin.
Dripping with adrenaline.
Tantalising eyes and soft red lips.
Husky voice and massive tits.
Swaying hips that make you dare.
Inviting you to a clandestine affair.
You float to her like a moth to a flame.
You are ready to play her game.
Hold her, touch her, give her more.
Kiss her, fuck her, make her yours.
Do it everywhere. Do it now.
Do it at work. Behind the couch.
Make her scream. Make her moan.
Record it and use it as your ringtone.
Lick the cream. Off her chest.
Lick her like you're possessed.
Reveal your darkest of secrets after sex.
"Actually Susan, I'm quite depressed."
"What do you mean?" she sits up, surprised.
"I think my wife knows," you then surmise.
"What the fuck?" she bellows at you.
Throwing around a pillow or two.
"I thought you told her!" she continues to yell.
"Oh shut up Susan!" you try to quell.
A vermilion blaze lights her cheeks.
"You fucking bastard!" she begins to leave.
Striding beautifully across the floor.
She slaps you before she's out the door.
Tick tick tick. You just got pwned.
Now in this hotel room, all alone.
#4evaalone

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Not going to hold back anymore

I haven't been blogging very frequently whereas a few months ago, I would've been blogging almost every day.  

I think the major reason for this is because I wanted this blog to be something I could show to anyone, even potential employers.  So I tried to make it politically correct and I tried to hold back on the swearing and the sarcasm and the raging but it's just not working.  

The minute I think to myself "hang on, you can't write that", I just end up not blogging at all.  So now, fuck it.  I'm just going to write whatever the hell I want on this blog (except the really really private stuff which I will save for my other one) and I'm not going to care if I'm being totally offensive about something because FUQ DAT  -  I will be who I want to be.

Yep.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Tonight I'm going to a networking function organised by a commerce and computing club at my university.  It's held at a fancy place near the riverside with no Sidney Samson in sight.  As an arts and law student, the only reason why I'm going to a function that's completely irrelevant to my course is because nothing is ever irrelevant.  You can learn new things from everybody and getting to understand the inner machinations of different industries is always very fascinating.

Sadly, not everyone is able to engage well with people from vastly different backgrounds.  Last year, I went on a major rant about how shitty and boring some of the corporate representatives were.  There were definitely some great talkers but I assume that some of them were chosen to talk to us because alas, they were the most expendable dudes in the workplace.  I'm sure there were a couple of guys/gals who would rather have been sitting at home watching Mad Men or Breaking Bad instead of humouring us uni kids with things like:

"Well, my day to day responsibilities include..."
"A day in my life starts off with a bowl of cheerios, taking the tram to ...."

Basically, they're there on the orders of their boss who reasonably decided it'd be good having a person promote the company to a bunch of wide-eyed uni kids.  Brand recognition yo.

But seriously.  Some of those reps were ridiculously shy or completely not social for someone whose job for the night was supposed to be networking.  No matter how many questions I bombarded that guy from the IT company with (can't remember which one), he'd just give me really boring cookie-cutter answers that made his job sound like a grey-scale painting.  Not only did he ignore the fact that I wasn't doing anything IT related at uni and therefore couldn't understand any of the esoteric software shit he was spewing out for the whole night, he didn't even seem to TRY to be enthusiastic and amiable - just polite.  Polite as in "sure, I'll answer your questions" but not "I'll answer your questions and I'll tell you about some really interesting developments in the IT industry!  Did you know..."

Like. Just.  He had no initiative.  And perhaps a reason for that is my course and that I was a first year last year.  But still - it was such a shitty conversation.  I ended up having a really great conversation with a guy who worked at Deloitte (I think it was) and actually responded to me by telling me about all this great social media stuff the company was doing in China and Asia because I was taking Asian studies.

See, the IT guy might not have had that interesting a job in the first place, but surely he should have understood that our conversation wasn't just limited to his work responsibilities.  It could also have included interesting stories or news he can impart to me as a 'mentor'.

Sometimes, it does surprise me when I meet older people ('adults') in a professional setting who don't seem to have excellent social/speaking skills.  But now I realise that I've probably been setting too high a bar.  They were young, some of them in their early twenties, and they were probably a bit disgusted with us first years - all gushing about Deloitte and KPMG and all.  Also, not everyone's an ace debater or an avid news junkie (not that I'm referring to myself lel) or Barack Obama super confident, sociable and brimming with charm even if they are working at a big company.

I guess I'll see how tonight's reps compare with those I met last year.

Monday, 12 August 2013

Why law kids are stressin' out. More than med kids.

The honourable Justice Kirby, arguably Australia's most prominent high court judge, once told a lecture theatre packed with wide-eyed and idealistic Monash law students: "The rate of depression among law students is five* times higher than that for medical students."  

*or maybe it was three

Was that surprising?  Well - yeah, cos you know, med kids have no social lives.  But I was WRONG.  See, med kids might not have social lives but law students just don't have lives.  According to Kirby, a surprisingly high number of us have thought about suicide, self-harm or experienced depression.  Or borderline depression.  I don't remember his exact words.  Basically, it was bad news for us.

Why are we worse off?  A number of reasons were given.  For example, med kids often work in smaller classes where they get to build closer friendships with their classmates and not feel as pressured to compete against the rest of their entire cohort; but for law students, it's the exact opposite.  There's around 200 students per lecture and we're explicitly told that we're going to be competing against 400 others in the exam, some of which are worth 100% of the semester's mark.  

Everything is about competition at law school - mooting, debating, client interview competitions.  Unlike med school where it's really just "make sure you do well", we are encouraged to pit ourselves against our peers and own the fucking shit out of them.  THAT'S HOW YOU WIN AT LAW SCHOOL, YOU OWN EVERYBODY'S ASSES (and taking part in lots of extra-curricular activities).  

Then of course, there are law students who were top students at their high school, ending up being mediocre or less than that at law school where everyone else is just as smart or smarter.  It shatters their ego and destroys their confidence.  They end up demotivated.  Lost.  Wanting to give up.

And I think that's what a lot of my friends have been feeling lately.  They've gone from 90%+ marks in high school to credits and passes at law school - terms that have been alien to them since forever.  And what heightens the disappointment is when you look at your academic record and it's like: 

Arts subjects: HD, HD, D
Legal subject: P

Yeah, pretty freaking sad.  And when all your friends are like "nah I'm dropping out of law" or "I'm going to take just commerce units this semester, need to boost my confidence" - I'm like.... holy shit.  What are we doing???!?!!?    WHUT R WE DOINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

My friend, who had his confidence dashed after his last exam results, told me he's dropping law for an economics degree today.  I was, yeah, kind of REALLY shocked.  And even worse, he's like:

"Well, law degrees are hard and time consuming.  If you're making the effort to graduate with a law degree, you've got to get excellent marks otherwise it's useless, at least for finding a job in the legal industry.  So people who take law are people whose first preference is to get a job in law.  Why should I continue with my law degree?  I'm not paying 3000 dollars per unit per semester for something I don't even really like."

Aw my gawd.  
I hope he's happy with the decision he's made.  I sincerely hope he never regrets it. 

As for me, I've always wanted to study law but I do feel the pressure mounting.  I can't be lazy anymore.  I've got to organise my time well and exploit all my resources - including lecturers and tutors.  I have to keep in mind why I'm doing law, all those brilliant ideals about changing the world I had back in high school.  It's just hard when you're not getting good marks and when you know you're up against a huge cohort of really, really smart people.

It's intimidating.  

Thursday, 8 August 2013

I had footage on my phone so:


What happened - ♫ LAST FRIDAY NIGHT 

*Also I realised it's REFUGEE ACTION COLLECTIVE* typo forgive me lel.