This close

to graduation! I received my conditionally approved invite to graduate the other day in the mail and now I just have hope that the stars stay in alignment and I don’t to anything horribly wrong and fail a subject. Not that I have any reason to expect that to happen but like that should happen though.

It is slightly chilling and confronting to think that in a few weeks this life I have lived for the past four years will be coming to an end for the current time. One of the many ideas swirling round my head is go back to do my masters but not next year.

In the last four years of uni, I have learnt about things that I never imagined I would have done at the end of high school where I wanted to do organic chemistry or linguistics. In my senior years at school I didn’t do any humanities subjects and it wasn’t really something that had interested me. Whilst I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, an Arts degree was not something I really had on the horizon. I mean “Artsâ€?. I am certain that if someone had said to me in my final year of schooling that at uni you would complete a dual major in Asian History and Politics/International Relations, I would have gone “yeah right”.

Now though as I look back to myself as a year 12 student, I know that it was the right choice as it was the complete opposite of what I had done before. I think my Mother once said to me that in High School you pick the subjects you are good at to give you the marks you need for uni and when you are in Uni, you pick the subjects that you like, you may not be good at them but you still enjoy them.

Whilst I didn’t select my degree by what I liked but what I could still get into after missing out on the first round of placements and whatever was local and sounded interesting. My first preference ended up been Bachelor of Arts in Asian and International Studies described on the course page as something close to the following.

In recent years, Australia’s political, economic, and social ties with Asia have expanded, and will continue to become even stronger. This degree program is one of the few degrees in Australia to offer you a wide selection of Asian studies courses. Study focuses on the developing countries of East and South-East Asia. The program provides you with the unique opportunity to study an Asian language (Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Indonesian, or Thai) and to undertake a comprehensive set of prescribed Asian studies core courses, plus optional secondary specialisations.

My first year language was Indonesian and it is something that I really regret not continuing when after a year I transferred to a Bachelor of Education (primary) as when I returned to Asian Studies the next year I found it very hard to slip into the second year classes and dropped it and consequently my appeal to future employers halved.

I also wish that the course covered a greater variety of states in Asia, especially in South and Central Asia or even the less developed states in East and South East Asia like Mongolia or Cambodia, Vietnam. The real focus states of my degree have been China, Japan, South Korea, Thailand, Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia and to a lesser extent Burma and the Philippines. C’est la Vie.

Next week I have an exam, two classes and a report to hand in, then a week of hardcore study. The following week I go to see U2 on the Tuesday night, the following morning I have an exam at 8:30am, later that day I have another exam at 5:30pm. Two days later on the Friday at 1:30pm I have my last exam. Once I walk out of that exam, I will grab my bike out of the back of the car, which Mathew will drive home and I will ride the 30 odd km home for the first, last and only time. It is 24km by car but the bike path has a few more detours than the highway 🙂

December 16, I will get dressed up and put on academic robes, walk across the stage, receive my degree and say to myself, “The past four years have been good and it’s only the beginning”.

Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey

You might be wondering what the deal is about the title for this post, well even if you weren’t I will tell you anyway. Pabbi has just been diagnosed with the D word aka Diabetes Type II. Currently his blood sugar levels are in a bad way – high 20’s, low 30’s – the normal level is between 4 and 6. Hopefully though as his medicine and diet changes kick in, it will improve.

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The internet is well the internet.
This blog (I really hate that word but let us keep on moving) has reconnected my family to at least three people so far and I think that is pretty cool.
We have hooked back up with Neele who was our first German exchange student in 2001.
My older brother has hooked back up with one of his mates from around the time Matthew was born in 87.
And just the other day I received an email for Mum from a Kiwi lady who knew Mum from the fish factory she worked in Iceland many, many years ago.

All through the power of Google!

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We spent the most delightful time this morning on the phone to Karl, whilst he was wandering round the streets of Berlin at 1am in the morning, killing time between his flights as he heads to Munich/ München for Oktoberfest. Mum started telling Karl about the time she had spent in Berlin and the bullet holes in the buildings, when he asked where they were and Mum of course couldn’t remember. I quickly hopped on Flickr and Google to see what I could find. I found a couple of streets and then by the time I was back on the phone with Karl, he had actually started to walk down one of the streets I had found on the net. Then as we talked, as he walked and looked for bullet holes, he found what he thought could be bullet holes, well more to the point, there was little else they could be – lots of dimples on old stone buildings, which matched with what I saw in photos. The wonders of technology!

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I also just watched the season three opener of Veronica Mars which MSN is showing before it starts on TV in the states next week . Bonus! Play the episode in Windows Media

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I am also in the midst of finishing an essay on the Japanese camera industry and I have to say not only is this essay coming out faster than any other, it certainly rocks writing about something I really enjoy and have a decent knowledge on already. I certainly never thought at the start of this degree that I would be writing an essay on Canon, Nikon, Sony and the like. Certainly pretty cool.

heart attack

I gave Pabbi and myself a heart attack this morning when I looked at the results for an exam I had the other week.

I had looked at the table that was posted on the subject website early this morning and saw that I had gotten 8.6/20. I didn’t cry but I was distraught, how could I have gone so terribly wrong? Had I mixed up the letters for the multi choice? Were my two mini essays utter rubbish?

When I got to class the first thing he did was hand back the exam papers, I had a glance at the cover of mine to check my result and it said 15.8 not 8.6 like I was expecting. I flicked through the exam booklet checking the comments, they all correlated with the 15.8. All I could think was that he must have mistyped a result on the webpage.

I left class feeling extremely relieved about my mark.

When I got home a short while ago I went back to the website to double check what was posted and I noticed something very weird. I looked to see what the student number was for the person who received 15.8 and it was mine. I then looked to see what the student number was for the person who received 8.6 and saw that it contained the same seven numbers but two had their position switched! In my rush this morning to see what my mark was I had had a quick glance over the list and seemingly thought I had looked at the right result.

Moral of the Story: Even if there is only nineteen people in the subject still use the find button and type in your student number like you normally do in subjects with a hundred people!

When I looked at the mark sheet properly I also saw that I had topped the class with my 15.8/20! To say I was relieved was an understatement.

I cried

Nearing the end of four years at uni, yesterday I came home and cried for the first time about events that had happened at uni.

I didn’t cry because someone had said something mean to me or a friend.
I didn’t cry because I had fallen over or stubbed my toe.
I didn’t cry because someone had died.
Instead …
I cried for the students and teachers who will say that we are above the general public in our understanding of a topic but then we put ourselves below then them when we display our ignorance about a topic.
I cried for the people who use Arab and Muslim interchangeably.
I cried for the people who will talk about the Middle East but display no idea about the diversity that exists there or the history of the region.
I cried for the people who see a bias in media that is not Western but don’t see a bias in our media or don’t see anything wrong with our bias.
I cried for the future of the world and for humanity.

I know I am not perfect, I know I don’t know everything, I know I am not the most eloquent but I will be the first to say I don’t know enough about a topic to comment fully on it.

I was able to say a few things at the start of class before it turned but after that I sat there shell shocked about what was been said or perhaps more about what was not been said.
It was a very quiet class compared to our usual class discussion and I was glad that there were two people who were trying to voice views that are similar to mine but saddened that what they tried to add seemed to be largely ignored.

Every so often I will hear things in public life that may be factually wrong and you make a comment and try to move on but hearing those things in a university context just makes you cry and realise that the future of humanity is perhaps more shaky than I like to think.

Man In Black
Johhny Cash (1971)

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,

But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black

Now for some lighter notes.
Carlton has just released their new Carlton Draught ad for the year following on the success of the Big Ad. This year the ad spoofs off that memorable dancing scene from Flashdance. It is not up on youtube yet so just go to the Flash Beer website to view it.

I have had the most delightful birthday week. Matthew gave me Bride and Prejudice on DVD (Bride, not Pride!) and then one of my dearest friends at uni gave me a Corban & Blair notebook as well as piece of cake! The cake was not just any ordinary cake but Date and Pecan in a Polenta Ricotta cake! Total yumness!

21 today :)

Sometime round 3:00pm this arvie I entered my twenty-first year of life.

Twenty-One years of been Helen Thura Palsson or Helen Þura Pálsdóttir depending on where you are in the world.
Twenty-One years of been the littlest sister to Karl, Anika, Herdis, Hafthor, Toti and Palli.
Nineteen and a half years of being the older sister to Matthew.
Almost at the end of seventeen years of schooling.
Three trips overseas.
Countless km’s spent on foot, bike, canoe or car exploring this Great Southern Land.
Friends made, friends lost and friends re-united.
At least one computer around for almost as long as I can remember.
Close to eleven years of orthodontics.
Four different musical instruments.
One broken arm, two broken toes, torn ligaments in my fingers and my ankle.
Countless trips to the library.
Four different jobs.
Three cameras of my own.
And countless other little bits and pieces that make me who I am.

I went to work as usual at 5am this morning and had the most delightful shift. When I rang the bell to be let in I was greeted with a big “Happy Birthday” from my closest friend at work so that was very nice and then as I moved through the store getting ready for work more people came up and wished me a good day. Then about 7:30am (30mins before the store opened) my line manager put a message over the PA system telling everyone it was my birthday and they should find me and wish me Happy Birthday.

Every Monday a lot of people start work at 5am, whereas on other days they would start between 7am and 9am, this is because of all the things that need to be done to set the shop for a new week of trading; display ends need to be built and tickets need to be changed (that is what I do). Because of this every Monday a group of us have morning tea together and we have a little roster set up so we all take turns brining in something to share. One of the other girls who I am also close to had her turn today so she made me a white chocolate mud cake with Happy 21st Helen on it as well as 22 little tiny cupcakes that spelt out Happy 21st Birthday Helen, it was so very nice! There was of course singing and chatting and people trying to remember how the tune to Happy Birthday Helen goes.

Yep, there is a song by the pretty classy Australian rock band Things of Stone and Wood called Happy Birthday Helen and every Aussie worth their salt knows the song. Of course the lyrics may not be totally relevant to my life but still it is Happy Birthday Helen.

Happy Birthday Helen
Things of Stone and Wood
[audio:Things of Stone and Wood – Happy birthday Helen.mp3]

Let’s not forget last night
Yeah, how we drove along the Yarra
How we sang harmonies
To Carole King

These three years now just gone
They are the legends of my mind
We both kneel at these rocks
To drink of the mem’ry

You are the tunes in my head, the fire in my ribs
You are the voice in my heart that whispers compassion
Happy birthday Helen
Oh-oh…, oh-oh…, oh-oh…

We kissed on that bridge that fell down
While we held hands at the Taj
We’ve been stuck in a cave
With that bloke who says Oi Am

And when I cried for my cruel heart
You rubbed my back ’til I felt better
We ate bread on the lake
And yearned for the seasons

You are the tunes in my head, the fire in my ribs
You are the voice in my heart that whispers compassion
Happy birthday Helen
Oh-oh…, oh-oh…, oh-oh…

You are the tunes in my head, the fire in my ribs
You are the voice in my heart that whispers compassion

You are the storm on the ocean, poems in the trees
The smell of the winter that haunts me each autumn
You’re my everything
You are my everything
You are my everything
Happy Birthday Helen
Oh-oh…, oh-oh…, oh-oh…
Shake

Oh-oh…, oh-oh…, oh-oh…
Oh-oh…, oh-oh…, oh-oh…
Happy birthday Helen

Tonight for dinner I made Roast Chicken with Sultana and Almond Cous Cous (from the Claudia Roden book) and Mum made Mulberry Crumble with the Mulberries I picked at the farm yesterday on our way home from having a birthday afternoon tea with Grandad. It was all just so very nice!

First Exam

I had my first exam for the semester today and I already know I won’t be getting higher than 19.5/20 🙁

The exam was for a subject on Japan and the International Economy and in the multiple choice section I mixed the Nenko system (pay and promotion based on seniority) up with ShuntÅ? (annual pay negotiations). Grrr I thought I should have a quick check before the exam but I decided I knew the rest so I would be fine.

Now I just need to get kicking on an essay I have due next week on that oh so lovely and oh so contentious terrorism, or as I write it in my notes Tism or even just plain old capital T which represents the various forms of the word depending on the context.

That is my life. Japan’s Economy, Comparative Politics of South East Asia (SEA), Politics of International Law and Terrorism. Oh isn’t it all so lovely.