Sunday, March 02, 2003

Heh I've done enough typing for tonight. But I just wanted to say that I saw a Headline in the paper the other day.

It went something like "Bush says War is a War for Peace." Don't correct that if its wrong. I don't care.

That reminds me of a quote I once read somewhere, "Fighting for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity."

Think.
divulged by Camel at 9:29 PM [+]

Well. A week has past again. New Zealand has lost the America's Crap.. opps.. I mean Cup. Nothing much is new.

I am going to rant about the America's Cup and the "unpatriotic" behaviour of Coutts and Butterworth.

Firstly I'd just like to make it clear that having thought about it, if I were in the same position as "The Defectors" I would have done exactly the same thing. This cup is not represntational of a countries ability. Infact its far from it. If this was a national team, many things would be different. Where is the provincial competition and selectors to ensure the best possible team is used? Why is it we are the only "national team" in the cup? Everyone we are against is backed by some billionaire, not a country.

In saying that I don't beleive we have a national team, that is simply the way the NZ media has choosen t protray it. However the name of the team doesn't help either. I, for some reason I can not comprehend felt sad that NZ had lost the cup this afternoon. Why? Because it felt like our national team had lost. Thats right, you have the media to blame for any dejection you may be feeling right now.

Yeh we lost, but who cares? I don't. Sure, its sad for those members of the team. But are we, as a nation really suppost to care? (Bah, typing and analysing what people are thinking and why they are thinking that sound quite interesting and could be rather useful. Perhaps I'll do some phsycology papers at uni. Right after I learn how to spell.) I mean its just some old cup that, on the world stage, hardly anyone knows about.

Now lets talk about "The Defectors." They were offered an enourmous amount of money, and in a sport where there is little chance of national representation he in no way has acted as a traitor. I would've done the same. Through his and Butterworths enormous skill and chemistry as a team they took the cup off a Team of New Zealand sailors convincingly.

Congratulations to them.

Hey I just realised I have another rant to do. Maybe two rants in one day.

Whoa.
divulged by Camel at 9:22 PM [+]

Just looking at the site after I posted... Its really quite ugly. Must do something about that.

Should prolly finish the rest of it too. I'll get round to that eventually. Need to sort out the archive before it starts deleting posts.

Disclaimer too so as not to offend.

Blah
divulged by Camel at 3:36 PM [+]

I do feel the need to have a rant.

What the fuck gives my Dad the right to wake me up at 3am and tell me I have to go to work. There is no choice involved in it. If I had've known it was gonna be like this before we brought the fucking bakery I would never have thought it was a good idea. The tiredness is magnified especially during the holidays because I'm up late every night and hence can't get to sleep early easily on the weekends. Working 10 hours after only 3 hours sleep is not fun in anyones books. I've often thought about putting my foot down and just flat out saying no when he comes to wake me up. But I know how much trouble he would be in if I did that and I guess I'm just too nice. Damn conscience. I can't wait till I move out of home and stop working for them. Now I would like to bring up the issue of my pay rate, but thats another rant altogether, maybe another time. I just hope when I move out that he doesn't decide to start calling me at 3am wherever I move to. Might have to start unplugging the phones. Would I do that though...?
He might leave me no choice.

On a side note I don't actually mind the work, infact its quite enjoyable and a good thing to be paid for doing. Its the hours that get me. The reason I would never become an apprentice baker nor do I ever want to take over the business is because of the hours. The routine is such that you have no time for anything. Dad doesn't even do it much now and he doesn't have time for anything else. Maybe thats just parents. The routine is: Work all night. Sleep all day. Eat. Repeat. Not something I can see being too enjoyable. You'd have all this money from being a baker and nothing to spend it on because you have no time to.

Argh I could go on for ages about how much I hate and dread the midnight wakeup calls. I'm starting to regret ever learning as much as I have to help Dad out.

Ugh.
divulged by Camel at 3:31 PM [+]

Hmm well. Sunday sucked. Got woken up at 3:30 (after only 3 hours sleep and told I had to go to work). Not cool. Then worked 10 hours with no break and came home and watched the America's Cup race which I preceded to fall asleep during. Then went to bed and got woken up by Iain coming round. I got up to watch the end of the race, and we lost. YAY Go Team NZ. Then Chris came round after dinner and we watched Mulholland Dr. and Lost Highway. Both awesome mindfucks although we understand fair amounts of MD now.

Today has been catching up on sleep and doing nothing :D

What an awesome day.
divulged by Camel at 6:13 PM [+]

This is just gonna be a random place where I can post my thoughts. Whether it be angry, happy, sad, whatever I'm thinking will be up here. It will serve as a place for me to vent my frustrations and get things of my chest :)
divulged by Camel at 5:19 PM [+]

Hi
divulged by Camel at 1:37 PM [+]