9 October 2007
Categorised as Literature, Miscellaneous & tagged with aussie, funny, language, law.
They eat paper trees. They spit words like no tomorrow.
The Income Tax Assessment Act… now bulges at an unwanted world record of 5,000 pages. It has an unfriendly numbering system. Puzzle over the ponderous s 159ZZZZH.
5,000 pages? Like really, if it was Harry Potter I’d be fine with it. But Income Tax Assessment… Well, crazy Aussies certainly love their taxes. Try saying “s 159ZZZZH”:
- section one five nine quadruple zed
eich haych
- section one five nine zed zed zed zed
eich haych
- section one five nine zzzzzzzzzzzz
eich haych
Now imagine judges and politicians speaking with reference to that section in court or the parliament.
Try weighting the Corporations Act. It comes in at over 3 kgs… Compare that to the mere 300 gms of the Canadian statute.
For you Imperial people, 3 kg is approximately 6.61 pounds. I’m weak. I use 1.5 kg dumbbells. I could train myself buff with the Australian Corporations Act.
An Australian judge complained in the High Court of a sentence that went on for over 450 words of small print, spanning 25 lines. And it had no punctuation whatsoever to assist the reader.
*sigh* Aussies.
They are abusing the English language! The paper! The trees! At least we kiwis don’t harm the environment so much for what they call “sheep-shagging” in New Zealand.
NZ FTW.
Quoted extracts from Corkery J, Starting Law.
6 October 2007
Categorised as Internet, Personal
I look around… And I see that online aliases are no longer popular. Here and there, bloggers are displaying their real names and I’m sort of “stuck” with my alias from 2002, and it’s getting into me.
So, here’s the revelation of the day: Cheryl Sun. That’s my name “officially released” on the site. I didn’t like “Cheryl” because it started with the big fat “C” and it made me feel like a sphere. I couldn’t be a snowman because I don’t have white skin, and chocolate snowman’s just plain retarded.
Some friends started calling me “RylRyl” back then, and since I was into the series Anne of Green Gables, I decided to take up Anne’s daughter’s name “Rilla”. I sort of got turned off now because there’s a site named GorillaRilla.Com. Just a note though, RylRyl is not cute, do not call me that.
I don’t mean to say those calling me Rilla should now call me Cheryl. I just present you with more than one option now. 
Well, as I’m blogging about my real life and I have my real photographs all over the place, it feels more comfortable without a mask over my identity. But I’m not going to replace “Rilla” with “Cheryl” everywhere on the site because searching “Cheryl” on Google won’t display my site on the first page of results.
3 October 2007
Categorised as Literature, Personal & tagged with musings.
Are there times when you feel secluded from the rest of the world, sitting in your own little box labelled “Solitude”? Do you like it? What do you do when that happens?
I don’t know. Being in an overly-strict family, I don’t get much of real social life. Whilst I like being around friends, there are times I feel like blocking the rest of the world out and be on my own. When that happens, I’m usually sitting at the computer designing or coding for hours.
And then I have strange thoughts. If the world spins on and you’re left behind, are you young or old? In other words, when time doesn’t seem to have an effect on you, are you eternally young or do you become an ancient ghost? Forever 17 or 1486 years old? Would you like to be immortal? To see all the people around you aging and dying? There’d be new people, but they come and go… What would become of you?
On comes along a striking idea: what if everyone else in this world are fake? And you’re nothing more than the character of a game. Your whole life is just a show; you live and you die, what’s the entire point of all this? This has been in my head ever since watching The Truman Show, and it accompanies me when I’m in that little box named Solitude.
My novel idea. Maybe for NaNoWriMo.
