To some degree, I am quite surprised at the uproar and dialogue surrounding the recent deaths of Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran. I might be blacklisted to admit that I cannot get on board. Imagine if Australians had this kind of passionate momentum towards other injustices in Australia that occur to innocent Australians?
I know I am going to sound incredibly unfeminine and ungirly when I say this but… I hate going to the hairdressers. I feel the burden heaving down on my chest whenever I notice my hairs start to split or frazzle at the ends knowing that time has come around again – I have to make another appointment. It’s one of those necessary evils I can’t seem to shake.
I knew that I was in trouble the moment I stepped onto the train carriage and was greeted with an intoxicated “Hello pretty lady” from a man on the other side of the carriage. It was late; nearly 9pm in Adelaide and as a young woman travelling alone I sat cautiously on the other side of the carriage without falter. I had moved about a year earlier from the country town Mildura to Adelaide city to study and to pursue a career. This particular night was not long after I had just landed a new job and was travelling home from work.
I love reading the Australian. The in depth articles and feature stories about national news. However I just do not understand broadsheet newspapers – as it is so large I have to spread it out over my lounge room floor to read it all.
We all know its happening, we just haven’t realised it yet.
Where do you write your shopping list? On an app on your phone.
Where do you leave a message for your housemate when someones called when they’re not home? You wouldn’t – they would just receive a direct text.
Is it better to grow up in the city or the country?