Nobody is illegal.


Today someone told me that they think that Muslims should use their terrorist attacks for good and go and blow up refugee boats. I still feel ill. 
So I've attached an English speech that I did at the beginning of this year which aims to convince people that not only is mandatory detention illogical but to lend a sense of understanding as to why people flee their country. 

Imagine this. You live in a country where each day, you’re fighting to stay alive. Going to school could be a life or death situation, or worse yet, you may not have even had an education at all. A nation where the government is against the people, not for the people. An environment which is unsafe for anyone, yet is called home by millions of people each day.

Then one day, someone approaches you offering a way out, an opportunity for freedom and to live in safety. So you pool together your few assets and risk your life on a run down boat all for this dream to become a reality but when you arrive, you are captured by the Government and locked up in what feels like a prison, surrounded by hundreds of men, women and children who are in similar situations, simply looking for freedom.

 Each year, an average of 3000 people arrive by boat into Australia. The majority of these people are placed in the horrible conditions of mandatory detention centres where it can take up to 2 to 3 years to be processed as a genuine refugee and granted asylum. There are better ways than locking helpless people up where they are more prone to obtaining a mental illness and increased suicide risks.

Our own national anthem says ‘for those who’ve come across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share’ except, the only plains we seem to be sharing with them are the 1 of 13 detention centres spread across our country and the planes we’re sending them back in.

We as a nation claim to strive on multiculturalism and democracy yet we lock up those who come to strengthen our multicultural communities and give them no say and hardly any rights. Our country claims one thing, yet does another and this is setting an unrealistic image to those who think coming to Australia provides freedom and safety when it only grants them anytime up to 3 years in captivity and inhumane environments.

Immigration detention centres increase suicide risks and mental illnesses. On the day of June 9 2011, there were five incidents of self-harm, two hanging attempts, four threats of self-harm and one of suicide ideation. This is all completely preventable with the abolishment of mandatory detention. Although there is health treatment access in detention centres there is not enough facilities to cater for the amount of mental illnesses and self harm threats made. In 2010, 1137 claims of self harm were made. This is 1137 to many.

Due to being locked up and yearning for freedom, health deteriorates and some have even tried throwing themselves at the barb wired fences or even attempting suicide with shaving razors. If we lock people up and they commit suicide as a result of the conditions we put them in, is their blood not on our hands?
An article in the age on July 6th 2011 called ‘Detention centres are mental illness factories’ claims that there is a relationship between mental health and length stayed in detention centres. The longer the stay, the more deterioted the asylum seekers health, which shows that detention is not good for the health and rights of a person.

Only 40% of those who overstay their visa, then apply for refugee status are found to be genuine refugees. Between 80-97% of those who arrive by boat are found to be genuine refugees. Yet, regardless of what statistics show, those who arrive by boat are immediately locked up, but those who overstay their visa and are caught are usually offered a ‘bridging visa’ which allows them to stay and function in the community whilst their immigration matter is being resolved.

If those who arrive by plane can function in society whilst their applications are being processed, the question is, why can’t those who arrive by boat? The answer is, they can, they just aren’t given the opportunity. We as a nation base our opinions on fear, not fact and this therefore creates unreasonable treatment towards asylum seekers. 

Those in favour of mandatory detention argue that if we were to just allow them to enter communities, there would be small ‘ghetto’s’ around the country and an increased and overpopulated nation.
The government spend an average of 110 thousand dollars per asylum seeker. This has totalled to 2.4 billion dollars since 2000. If all the money spent on holding asylum seekers in mandatory detention was put towards creating new infrastructure and communities, this would not only provide new, facilitated suburbs for asylum seekers and other members of society, this would also create new job opportunities and refugees would function normally and constructively as soon-to-be Australians

It is made evident that mandatory detention is no good for the health or rights of asylum seekers, not does it do any good to the economy. For the standards and morals our nation tries to show other countries, we don’t seem to be standing by what we say. There are more appropriate ways for asylum seekers to live whilst being processed as stated earlier, by creating new suburbs and communities.
The question I leave you with is this. If one day, you woke up and everything you had and knew disappeared, the nation was corrupt, war was everywhere and you knew that if you stayed, you and your children would die at a age to premature, would you migrate to another country to seek fulfilment and safety?




BFFL lyk OMG

Im not sure if it's just my complete hate for the majority of society or if i've actually pinpointed something correctly, but it has to be impossible to like everything about someone and never be worried about their negatives because you feel they have none. 

My mum recently got into what she refers to as a 'long term relationship' (not that she even knows the meaning of long term) and I asked her what flaws she sees in this person. Her response was simply to say that she can see none because he has none. 

This brings me onto friends. I don't know if it's normal to hate your best friend, but I certainly do. There's very few people I don't hate in this world and my dad is situated at the top of that list, very little people sit with him. So this take me to the point of whether friends actually do exist.

I don't know if it's just because I've spent a lot of my life moving around from school to school but I can't say I've really held a stable relationship in which I feel a mutual liking and ability to put up with each other. I like to think that my 'best friends' are one of those people that I can be around a alot and get on with really well but the truth is, I really can't. Sometimes, and this has become apparent loads more recently, I end up wondering whether the concept of a 'friendship' is actually one that is true. The dictionary states friendship to be The emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends.

Not many people like me, which is nothing new to me or no real surprise and the reason for this is because I'm a mean person. There really only is two people to blame for how mean I am, one of those being me and the other being someone who will perhaps feature in a different post. Anyway, the reason I stated that I'm not very liked is to point out that perhaps that is the reason I don't see the truth in friendship or maybe I don't see it because I just genuinely view things alot different to other people. 

I'm not saying that I don't have mock relationships with people in which they are referred to as 'friendships'. I have plenty of people with whom I share that name with. Yet, they're not real. Maybe I haven't found a 'real friend' yet, maybe I just pushed them away. Or maybe, just maybe, they don't actually exist and everything we know is a lie.

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The saddest thing I have ever had told to me was when I was about 14 and my sister who is now about 95% deaf told me that even though everyone she knows is aware of the fact that eventually she will go entirely deaf, I am the only person who has ever bothered to attempt to learn sign language.
I dropped off a lot but now I've made a promise to myself to learn it by the end of 2012.
Wish me luck!

You see black, I see grey,


I’m sure I’m not the only person who sucks all the salt of the outside of the pistachio shell prior to opening it up and eating it, nor would I be the only one who runs sour coated lollies like warheads under water to lessen the strength before I eat them. I’m practically getting something that is made the same and is so standard and changing it to be the way I like it. Sort of like DJ’s remix songs that are okay to become songs that are incredible. So as I looked over at the unopened packet of salted pistachios on my desk which really should be plagued with school books and study notes, it got me thinking whether we do the same with people. Just like we alter or enhance the foods we eat or music we listen to, do we do the same with those we know?

You hear numerous stories about how relationships never work because one person went in thinking they could change the other but it was to no avail. It always makes me jump to the conclusion that they do it wrong. Instead of completely trying to alter who they are, all that is simply needed is a little adjustment. An enhancement on the things they like about the person and a dull down of the things they don’t. 

Yet, just like I enjoy extracting every last speckle of salt and rinsing off the majority of the sour coating, some may wash the salt off and suck on the warhead without any preparation. This brings me to the point that people find joy or whatever it is in different things of the same theme. In regards to people, I generally like people who don’t argue my point because I’m stubborn and its tiring to argue, I like people who are sporty, have a mutual agreement that doing nothing is no fun and people who have lots of money. However, you may like someone who is always there to tell you when you may have gotten something wrong (why would you want that though), someone who enjoys lounging around as do you and someone who has more spiritual wealth as opposed to monetary wealth.  And to me, that sounds absurd, just like eating a yellow warhead but to you, it’s perfection.

On Facebook, I enjoy scrolling down my newsfeed and repeating the words ‘fuck you’ and ‘shut the fuck up’ in my mind over and over again, yet most people enjoy being able to stay connected with people they haven’t seen in years. The thing is though, that there are so many sides to a single things. If I look at a painting, I might see pain and sadness the artist was trying to express but the person travelling the world with me and standing beside me in the Louvre may see a colourful, energetically expressed masterpiece. It’s all perception and not only is it perception, but it is tunnel vision. We see what we want to see. I enjoy my salt on the nuts (get your mind out of the gutter) and I enjoy a slight sour taste. So be it, babes. 

Comfort Zones

My bedroom is a shed located in my backyard about ten meters from the house. Ever night, I travel between my house and room at least 3 times and when I'm out in the open between both rooms, I feel a sense of fear, as though someone is hiding in my backyard ready to come attack me. But once I get inside my room, that feeling instantly disappears and I feel like no one can get me even though my door is never locked and my backyard is easy to get into from the street.
I believe we can feel this way when we're alone to. For example; it's lunch time at school and you just left your classroom. You have no idea where your friends are so you walk through the school yard pretending to be knowing where to go but really you're just examining every area in sight to see your mates. You feel as though everyone is staring at you so you pull out your mobile phone and pretend to text or cruise through Facebook. you feel uncomfortable; but then you find your friends and instantly that feeling of 'everyone is staring at me' just disappears.
I am regularly wondering why we feel this way. Could it be because we feel like we are shadowed in our friends presence and secure in our own rooms. Or is it really because that's just where we're most comfortable and used to so it's just natural.
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