Scope Issue 25 Week 5 Sem 122 by Bond University Student Association

Issue 25

Week 5 Sem 122

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PUBLICATIONS DIRECTOR EDITOR IN CHIEF GRAPHIC DESIGNER Jorja-Lee Wallace FEATURES EDITOR | Bonnie Whitehead SUB-EDITOR | Kyle Manning SUB-EDITOR | Caroline Stanley

SPORT EDITOR | Rebecca Thompson SUB-EDITOR | Linda Woelk PHOTOGRAPHERS Shaun Rotman Kenny Kagiah Stuart McKelvie Zaki Armen SPONSORSHIP Michael ‘Papa’ Penklis DEADLINES Space Reservation: Sunday 4pm Completed content: Monday 4pm CONTACT Editor: jorja-lee.wallace@student.bond. edu.au General: scope.bond@gmail.com Phone: (07) 5595 4009

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CONTENTS

MUSIC, ARTS & REVIEWS EDITOR | Emily McGregor SUB-EDITOR | Jonathan Dodd

3. FROM THE DESK OF 4. THE GRADUATE 6. CON-GRAD-ULATIONS! 7. THE FIVE P’S FOR PADDLING IN THE BOND POND 8. A FIRST SEMESTER REFLECTION 9. BOND, SWEET BOND 10. MOVING OFF CAMPUS FOR DUMMIES 11. FRAPE: IS IT ACCEPTABLE? 12. YOU GAME? 13. BOND GOES MOBILE 14. BLUE IS BETTER THAN RED

15. RED IS BETTER THAN BLUE 16. FOUNDING INDIGENOUS SUPPORT AT BOND 17. THINK BEFORE YOU SPEND 18. PHOTOS 22. MUSIC, ARTS & REVIEWS 24. SPORT 26. BONDY BANTER 28. OF THE WEEK 30. LAW WEEK 31. PYJAMA PARTY 32. WHAT’S ON / CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

FROM THE DESK OF THE EDITOR Graduation Last Saturday marked the second graduation day of 2012 and as always, the day was full of celebrations and happy Bondies entering the bigwide-world, and ever-growing Bond Alumni network. Congratulations to all those who graduated, and a special mention to the two valedictorians, James Graham and James Parfitt. BUSA Satisfaction Survey Last semester, BUSA conducted a comprehensive all student survey. With over 50 questions ranging from Thursday Nights at Don’s, to Scope, to BUSA’s advocacy services; 110 students took part in the survey, providing BUSA with useful and creative feedback on ways to improve and expand on its services to students. Of the 110 students, there was a fair balance between undergraduate and post-graduate, domestic and international, and there were students from all faculties. Overall, 78 per cent of students were satisfied with BUSA’s performance so far. Significantly, students provided constructive feedback on particular services across the Education, Recreation, Sporting and Administration arms of BUSA, and were asked to rank all of BUSA’s work from 0 (‘failed to meet any expectation’) to 5 (‘outstanding’). Some interesting results included that, at the time of the survey, the majority of students rated: • The affordability of student events as ‘average’ (3) • The quality of Bondstock 2011 as ‘good’ (4) • The value for money of SAM as ‘good’ (4) • The effectiveness of BondSync as ‘poor’ (2) • The quality of academic services offered by BUSA as ‘good’ (4) As can be seen by some of these results, there is always room for improvement. Students should see an

increase in the quality and diversity of events and services by clubs, societies, FSAs and BUSA, under the budget this semester due to compulsory SAM. BUSA will be focussing on how best to facilitate the work of our clubs and societies, as well as: opening a new Undergraduate Student Lounge, launching the Academic Audit, working on a refurbishment of Don’s Tavern, making Bondstock bigger and better than ever before for Semester 123, introducing a new Sport @ Bond publication, streamlining our email and social media communication, and providing a superior Yearbook for all students. The full report containing all quantitative results from the BUSA Satisfaction Survey is available now on BondSync (see BUSA ‘files’). Thank-you to those students who completed the survey. As always, BUSA is open to continuous student feedback, so if you’d like to discuss any of our services feel free to visit the BUSA Office between 9am-4pm Monday to Friday, or send an email to busa@bond.edu.au. If you’re unhappy with the way something is run at Bond, don’t be apathetic, take the time to provide feedback – or better, get involved in making it better. Enjoy another brilliant edition of Scope and good luck to everyone for upcoming assessments!

THE PRESIDENT

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WORDS | Jorja Wallace

ith the colder weather comes swollen glands, colds, coughs, sniffles and an all-round-lousy feeling. If you’re struggling to keep your head out of the fog, you’re not alone. Literally half the people I know are sick, and as a ‘Welcome to Week 5’ present - they’ve passed the favour along. Despite the Gossip-Goat like banter that I’m sporting a scarf to hide indiscretions from the past week, I can tell you right now that would be a more favourable option. The truth is it feels like two giant pineapples have taken up residence in my throat, and there is no place I’d rather be than bed right now; alas, assignments are calling and like many other Bondies, I’m just going to have to be that infected kid you’re avoiding in tutes. Here’s hoping that you managed to make it out, pre-illness of course (no one’s sure whether to applaud or whack those who went out in the midst of their cold-induced stupor), to Grad Party on Saturday night. The conclusion of Week 4 always brings a bag of mixed emotions to Bondies - sadness that friends are leaving, joy that one’s degree is over, panic that you don’t have long to go, despair that you’re *stuck* here for another year or two (or several), pain when Sunday morning hits. Despite the lows of that rainbow - we hope you experienced it all; for what is Grad Party without it? Congratulations and best wishes to those leaving us, and good luck to those staring down the barrel of their final semester. This week, Scope has a bag of goodies in store for readers, with a banquet of articles ranging from farewells (pg.4-5) to reflections (pg.8), to moving (pg.10) and frape (pg.11). There’s bound to be something that satiates your hunger, or at least provides you with light bedtime reading while you wait out this cold. As per usual, we have some incredible photos from some fantastic photographers (to be uploaded soon - don’t worry, you’ll have a new FB DP shortly)! Until next week,

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THE GRADUATE WORDS | Emilia Morris

SATURDAY SAW THE DEPARTURE OF HUNDREDS OF BONDIES FROM OUR BEAUTIFUL CAMPUS, BUT IN TRUE BOND-STYLE THEY WENT OUT WITH A BANG AT GRAD PARTY ON SATURDAY NIGHT. EMILIA MORRIS REFLECTS ON HER TIME AT BOND.

s my time at Bond officially came to an end on Saturday, I was pleasantly surprised when Jorja asked me to make a contribution to Scope. It seemed fitting to leave my mark in a publication that is read by so many friends and fellow students, and I’m hoping that at least some of you will enjoy what I have to say. In the build up to what was to be an eventful night of grad celebrations, an outrageous session of pre’s was arranged at

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Cha Cha, one that was dubbed ‘The Last Supper’. As I sat at the table, surrounded by so many familiar faces, I came to realise just how many close friends I have made over the past two years. Sure they may have been slurring words, shouting abuse, undressing themselves and spitting food at others by this point, but each and every one of those ‘special’ people played a part in the amazing university experience that I was lucky enough to have. Although I’m not quite sure that

Galliano, Gin, Vodka and ‘Goon’ are ever really appropriate BYO beverages for a restaurant; our crew never likes to disappoint. The drinks were flowing, with banter growing, and shockingly even my Dad decided to join in on the action. He did not hesitate to down half a glass of Vanilla Galliano with the boys when it was set down in front of him. And yes, Tommy Fleury, I am pointing the finger at you for the extra three glasses that were to follow. In saying that, to me it was a strong signifier

of the true celebratory nature of graduation; with friends and family coming together to mark the culmination of what was a remarkable achievement for so many of us. Following that came the speeches, and although not entirely in English, everyone understood the general gist of what was being said, and raised their glasses to toast the proud graduates sitting before them. Things become a little blurry from here on out, but in true Bondy form, the volume levels increased exponentially as did the notion that yelling ‘I wish that all the ladies’ chants (in the middle of a packed restaurant) was entirely acceptable. The night went on and the horde safely commuted from Cha Cha to Vanity, although I’m not sure if that was the wisest move. Some weren’t let in, some cheated their way in, and the rest made it, but shouldn’t have been let in. Once inside it became clear that the alcohol had taken its toll, and that fist pumping should officially be banned in that club. One person was punched in the head due to the overenthusiastic dance move, whilst another had an air-conditioning vent fall on his face when the fist pump was taken to an area with dangerously low ceilings… Sorry Jose. The night was a complete success in my eyes, and those of many others; and I could not have asked for a better bunch of people to share it with. Apologies to anyone that encountered my drunken self or anyone from our party, but you will all reach an understanding when your time finally comes around. So that’s just a small taste of what graduation has to offer. As for the journey that gets you to where I am now, there are some things that you just need to accept, and below are a few important things that I think you should note. Vomit. It happens. A lot. So just go with the flow. It comes in all shapes, sizes and colours, and will vary in location so be warned. In my time at Bond I’ve seen it on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, on car doors, in beds, in cabs, on Boycie’s back, and even in the ice-sculpture at Res Dinner 121. It never ceases to amaze. Rumours. They also happen. Don’t be a fool and get caught up in them because it’s just the Bond Bubble at play. Ignore them or embrace them, but don’t get worked up over them. And hey, sometimes it’s more entertaining to actually go along with them just to fuck with people. Campus Accommodation. Do it. Even if it’s only for one semester – it’s a must! I lived in the Ghetto (yes, people that’s the

Blocks) for my entire degree, and wouldn’t have changed a thing. I was even lucky enough to live there during the true reign of Animal House. And sure, we had our fair share of things going ‘missing’ throughout that time (DVD’s, alcohol, iPods and a mattress), but trust me it’s worth it. Perhaps just pay slightly closer attention to your belongings than we did. Clubs, societies and associations. I hate to say it but GET AROUND THEM! It’s well worth it. I was privileged to be the VicePresident of the Bond University Football Club (Up The Sharkies!), for a short period of time and wish I’d made the effort to get involved more extensively with other groups. It will add extreme value to your time spent both on and off campus. Events. Attend them. Do the right thing and support your fellow students and the efforts that they make to ensure that your time here is as amazing as it can be. You’ll have so much more fun if you go out and

Bond from Robina Town Centre, a ginga ninja, and so many more; and guaranteed they’re all alcoholics (some more than others). But they are the greatest people I’ve ever known and are the ones responsible for making the past two years my best yet. “I do not regret the things I’ve done but those I did not do”. This is so completely and utterly true. Well, mostly true, unless you’re talking to Sam Jones after a large night out. Ahhh, I kid. He’s alright. No judgement. But seriously, take on this philosophy while you’re at Bond, and you’re sure to find yourself creating memories that you’ll look back on for the rest of your lives. If you tip-toe around this university, always cautious of your actions – you’re going about getting a Bond degree in the entirely wrong way. Just to finish off, I’ve been subject to so many loving and heart-felt congratulatory messages and I thank-you all. However, the one that has by far been the most fascinating was delivered by one of the boys. He began to congratulate me on having finished my degree but stopped mid-sentence, stared at me for a moment and then continued on to say, “Hang on, you started in 102. Well done for finishing but I’m more impressed that you actually finished your 2-year course in 2 years! I don’t think anyone’s ever done that before!” I couldn’t help but giggle at that remark, but it did get me thinking… Why is it that so many of us choose a university that prides itself on the accelerated courses it offers, and yet the majority of students will take semesters longer than necessary to finish? Answer: Because Bond is such an awesome place to be. People simply don’t want to leave. Alan White is living proof (But congrats also go out to him! One down and who knows how many to go).

{ } The night went on and the horde safely commuted from Cha Cha to Vanity, although I’m not sure if that was the wisest move. Some weren’t let in, some cheated their way in, and the rest made it, but shouldn’t have been let in.

show your face at these shindigs. Plus it’s a decent way to give back to the people making it happen. (Shout out to BUSA! These kids cop a lot throughout their time serving the student body, but they really do deserve to be acknowledged for the incredible things that they achieve each semester). Friends. Make them. That is probably the most valuable thing I can tell you. But remember that to do this you need to be accepting, approachable and open to new experiences. There’s no point being at a uni like this if you’re not willing to make an effort to reap the benefits it has to offer. If you knew my friends you’d probably think I was nuts. There are footballers, netballers, cheerleaders, beerleaders, a Mexican trying to palm himself off as Peruvian, an investment banker, some tall ones, short ones, and even shorter ones, one that gave up having an iPhone for a Samsung Galaxy and ruined our iMessaging, one that has lived here for two years and still sometimes struggles to find her way back to

Remember, guys… Once a Bondy, always a Bondy. To everyone else that was robed up over the weekend… CONGRATULATIONS – you made it! And I’m wishing you all the best in whatever your next adventure may be. Thanks for everything – it’s been real. Oh, and I’m here ‘til Monday so hit us up for hangs! – Eric

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CON-GRAD-ULATIONS!

N BEHALF OF BUSA AND THE BOND COMMUNITY, THE SCOPE TEAM WOULD LIKE TO CONGRATULATE OUR OUTGOING BONDIES, AND WISH THEM THE VERY BEST FOR THEIR FUTURE ENDEAVOURS.

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THE FIVE P’S FOR PADDLING IN THE BOND POND O

NE OF BOND’S OLDIES, MATURE LIKE FINE CHEESE, WADES THROUGH THE POND SCUM AND LEAPS FORTH WITH AN EASY GUIDE TO FINDING YOUR LILYPAD AT BOND.

fter 11 semesters at Bond, there are two things that have become glaringly obvious to me: (1) I like to think that I have been at uni for a terribly long time and that I am, therefore, very experienced; (2) I really haven’t been at uni that long, and quite frankly I know next to nothing. The reasons why I feel mature (like a good cheese) may be summarised as follows: two of my best mates completed straight Law and have both graduated; Bond has torn down my home (and here we stop for a moment’s silence to remember the glory that was the Bond University Bungalows, may they rust in peace); and last week I had the pleasure of meeting someone who started more than a year and a half after I did, and is already graduating. Also, the batteries in my remote are flat so I haven’t played FIFA in two weeks (God bless you Bungalows mega-matches – Matt Hartsuyker, I beat you twice, never forget that). But let’s put this in perspective - I’ve

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currently completed three-and-a-half years of university education, whereas one of my very good friends from Leiden University is currently completing his seventh year, is only just graduating from his Undergraduate, and must complete his Masters over the next 12 months in order to practice law at all. And I sit here, with my measly three years and pretend I am an experienced university student. When I think of that, I cast out my jaded attitude, stop scoffing at people stressing over Torts (I remember, it is actually painfully difficult), and remember that only a short handful of months ago (maybe two handfuls if you have average-sized palms), I was no different from you – just a green and underage tadpole, excited and struggling to make a living in the fast-paced pond that is Bond. So what would I advise anyone starting at Bond? Well, Baz Lurhmann style (not like John Safran who advised you to plant drugs on the teacher), I would like to offer the following five P’s from my pond of advice: 1. PATIENCE: In the world that is Bond, it may take you a while to find exactly where you are going to fit in. I have been involved in many clubs, and I can promise you that it took far too long to find my calling in life (i.e. Bond University Netball Club – HOLLER!). While Bond moves so fast, take your time and don’t try and fit everything into your first 12 months – it leads to sleep deprivation and stress ulcers. 2. PERSEVERANCE: Some of the best people I know are 10 semesters in, have been enrolled in 12 degrees, and are now do-

ing a Masters (you know who you are). If you don’t like your degree, change. If you don’t like that degree, change again. It’s not that big a deal and remember: you better like what you’re studying if it’s the rest of your life… But if you like what you do, stick to it! 3. PRACTICE: I cannot stress this enough. Sure, this might seem like pretty basic advice, but we all know that we miss the little stuff in life. Tutes are so much easier when you actually know what the topic is that week. Practice exams might be the bane of your existence, but we all know those subjects that offer you the same 40 multiple choice sem-in, sem-out. Why waste that opportunity? 4. PLANNING: At Bond your career is not that far away! Don’t leave your planning to the last minute, keep it in the back of your mind at all times. Even if it’s just the direction and not the job, don’t wait for the ‘Oh $^&#’ moment with two months to graduation. Go and see the CDC – if nothing else, they have stress balls in the shape of a car. True story. 5. PARTY LIKES IT’S 092: It was awesome. And if you try hard enough, every sem could still be 092. Start by going to Law Ball this sem. Probably the best piece of advice I could give is to do what I say, not what I do. If any of you don’t follow one of the above P’s, I would be a raging hypocrite if I told you that I had actually acted like that – and you’d think that I was a teacher’s pet. Again. Thanks Campus Life.

Probably the best piece of advice I could give is to do what I say, not what I do.

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A FIRST SEMESTER REFLECTION A

SECOND SEMESTER BONDY REFLECTS ON THE SEM THAT WAS - 121.

eek 1 of last semester, during a moment of alcohol induced vulnerability, I was approached and effectively blackmailed into writing an article in this very publication. That article was based entirely on my first two weeks at Bond, living on campus and making a concerted effort to attend every event. Time has flown. This is a reflection on the social semester that was 121, through the eyes of a petty fresher. O-Week – Jungle Party/Hypnotist Night/Tight and Bright Although I’ve spoken briefly on these first few weeks in an earlier edition, I couldn’t skip over them again without mentioning a few moments. I’ll skip the introductory barbeque and all that welcoming rubbish, and head straight to the good stuff - Jungle Party. Hypnotist. Tight and Bright. Jungle Party was a bonding experience. An opportunity for people to get together and meet with one another, without the awkward prodding and match-making that accompanied the Welcome Barbeque. In short, everyone got drunk, met everyone, forgot who they had just met, and then met them again. It was a good time. The Hypnotist night was an eye opener. The word from older students was that whatever happens, don’t volunteer to be hypnotized. Fortunately for the rest of us, not everyone read the memo; as impressionable freshers nominated themselves left, right and centre for a chance to publically humiliate themselves. Office chairs, sex acts and outbursts of varying sexualities followed. It was outrageous. Tight and Bright was undoubtedly the highlight of O-Week. It had everything: mountains of fluorescent clothes, busloads of new people, and youthful enthusiasm. We arrived home in the early hours wearing very little but having had a seriously fun night. For freshers in the future: Get drunk at Screen on the Green. If I had O-Week again: Wouldn’t

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change a thing. Weeks One and Two brought different events and experiences. Illegally Bond, Pub Crawl and Whitehouse. So many activities! Illegally Bond (like this semester) was just a cheap party. Buses to Melbas, drink specials all night; it was always going to be popular and proved to be the case. Pub Crawl was a marathon. The festivities start at the B.A.S.I.C. (Beer Appreciation and Social Intercourse Club) tent at Club Sign On Day, and conclude between 12 and 4am. You had to pace yourself, or risked ending up like the med kid who decorated the CBD dance-floor a few weeks ago… Finally, Whitehouse. An awesome venue, great theme and after-party at Love; you couldn’t ask for much more! It was sad to see it change, but I understand the cocktail event for the semester will be back in the future. The Full Moon Party of 122 seemed pretty popular regardless. Side notes: Australia Day – arguably the best day of the semester. Don’t go to class. Go to the Blocks. Make wizards sticks and do forward flips into inflatable pools. Then go to Don’s wearing football shorts (any code welcome), thongs and a wife-beater. It might hurt the next day when you are trying to lift for Whitehouse but it’s worth it - it’s Australia Day! Things I learnt: (1). The Lake is shallower than it looks; (2). Security are slow; (3). B.A.S.I.C. is the best. WARNING: Fresher girls are not the harmless creatures they appear. The intake of 121, led by my lovely Sub-Editor, didn’t take kindly to our early semester antics. Her article, ‘New Kids On The Block,’ is worth a read; even if it is a completely fabricated, scathing, but nonetheless, well-written, personal attack. The Physical Best Event of the Semester. I spent the evening vomiting into a bucket in B-Block, after succumbing to food poisoning that afternoon. From all accounts, it was wicked. On campus, perfect weather and a

WORDS | Jake Rischbieth IMAGE | Shaun Rotman great theme. A ‘must do’ for this semester. Tickets go on sale soon. In the meantime, stay clear of the sour cream from the Brasserie. You’ll thank me later. Mid-Sem Bash Mile-High Mid Semester Bash provided a perfect opportunity for girls to dress scantily as flight attendants, whilst the boys donned stupid hats and silly badges. It proved to be one of the messier nights of the semester; I’ve never seen so many Bondies at Shooters. Mid Sem proved to be bigger than End of Sem, as everyone is still around on campus. After weeks of studying (lol), it was well worth the wait. Book it in for this semester; the theme should be released shortly! Note: Don’t try and wear a pilot’s hat into Shooters. Or shorts. Or thongs. It doesn’t work. End of Sem Bash Disney themed, enough said. Don’s looked amazing, decked out with Disney characters and all sorts of amazing décor. It was an interesting crowd, with lots of Bondies flying out straight after their exams. Make the effort to hang around, especially in your first semester. It was well worth it and turned out to be one the better nights of the semester. Handy hint: Dress up. Seriously. Every one loves a dress up party and you fit right in (if that’s what you want). It also helps when you are lost and wandering around Surfers looking for the buses at 3am, dressed as Peter Pan. People tend to point you in the right direction (or call you nasty names). The Rest Often it’s the nights that I didn’t expect much from that really went off. B.A.S.I.C. Members’ Nights were always reliable. Garden of Eden theme night at Don’s was really good too. To be honest, I found that your night out would often be what you make it. If you want to take it easy - have a shit one, because that’s probably what will happen. Magic tip: Never underestimate the power of goon. Cask wine makes miracles happen. Sometimes.

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OND COULD NEVER BE THE SAME AS HOME, BUT IT CAN BE MUCH MORE THAN JUST A PLACE TO LIVE AND STUDY KATE BRADY DISCUSSES HOW TO TURN BOND INTO YOUR HOME AWAY FROM HOME.

or the majority of us, the Gold Coast is not our first home. We’ve chosen to study here, and now we have to live on our own. This can be a scary process and a difficult change to adjust to. A lot of us are fresh out of high school, still 17 and have never lived out of home. We may have never had to do a load of washing in our lives, or buy items to meet our basic needs. We are thrown into living on our own in a new place, trying to find our way around and sometimes this can feel very daunting. Living on campus can be particularly intimidating for fresh-outta-homers. At times it can feel like you live in a prison cell, trapped within the invisible spherical walls of the ‘Bond Bubble’. Many students choose to live on campus for the first part of their degree and then eventually move off, which is a good choice since eating on campus for more than a year could kill you. But the initial phase of on-campus residence is useful because it allows you to meet lots of people; which makes your time at Bond a thousand times better. For all of us who live on

campus, the Res Fellows are really accommodating and do everything they can to make you feel as if Bond is a home away from home. Activities like Res Wars offered every week are especially good for getting you out of your room and socialising. If you are new this sem or this year, here’s a key piece of advice: talk to people in your building. Whether it’s while you’re getting your washing or standing in the lift. I always talk to people in the lift, and have made new friends this way. You may just find out that you share things in common, rather than sharing a silence. Here are some other tips to make living away from home bearable and make you not miss your family so much. The biggest hint I can give is to make your 4X4 your own room so that it doesn’t look like a psychiatric ward of a hospital. Try putting up posters, displaying framed photos or bringing your blanket from home. Whatever you can do to home-ify your room and brighten up the place without actually painting the walls. When it comes to washing, let’s face it: it’s not easy the first few times. But allow me to

pass on some wisdom I’ve picked up. If you live on campus, they make this very easy for you – all you have to do is press the right button and make sure you add the detergent. To make your clothes feel like your mum has just washed them, add this magic thing called fabric softener – amazing! *sigh* Now that your mum isn’t there, it is also up to you to remember to do basic things. Showering, brushing your teeth, and waking up on time, for example, are things that you may have become accustomed to being reminded to do. Sorry, but welcome to grown-up life. There is much more that you will experience when living on your own, but that is now for you to discover, as I have run out of words. Living on campus is a home away from home if you do it right. This feeling may wear off when other friends begin moving off campus, but hey – now they have a kitchen you can use… But seriously, wherever you live while at Bond, whether it be on-campus in a single room, or in a share house; turn it into your second home because flights are expensive.

{ } I always talk to people in the lift, and have made new friends this way. You may just find out that you share things in common, rather than sharing a silence.

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MOVING OFF CAMPUS FOR DUMMIES WORDS | Dora Huang, Ellen Scobie, Megan Ball & Rachael Young

HINKING OF MOVING OFF CAMPUS AND DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START?

We have compiled a short ‘How To Move off Campus’ guide. Well, at least this is how we did it… 1. Before Moving Out. Once deciding to live together, we all sat down at the Bra and had a chat about our expectations for living together: quirky traits that would emerge, budgets, cleaning etc. It’s good to get everything out there. For example: Rachael: Says inappropriate things at inappropriate times. Ellen: Vegemites everything. Dora: Bakes at midnight… naked. Megan: Sings to herself in different voices and makes up personas. 2. Who Does The Cooking? Having a kitchen is like having repeated orgasms. Cooking independence is sensational. We have made a rotation roster for four days of the week, leaving the weekend to fend for ourselves. We eat at the same time every night, and if you can’t make it home for dinner, the protocol is to either send a message saying ‘Don’t cook for me’ or ‘Leave it in the fridge’. 3. Mullah. We have something called the Kanga pouch. It’s a float of $200 at the start of the week to buy all communal groceries. We write a shopping list Monday morning and take turns getting the goods. FYI: living off campus is much cheaper - $50 a week of wholesome meals compared to $125 of questionable quality ‘food’ from the Bra. 4. Cleaning. Make a roster and do it. Suck it up - it’s just cleaning. At least you don’t have the cleaners coming in Friday mornings aggravating your post-Don’s hangover. 5. General Tips. • Know when to ask everyone to be quiet and when to just buy earplugs. • If possible, sign under separate leases and organise your own rent. • Moving into a furnished house makes life ten times easier.

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• When buying appliances, let individuals buy it; don’t split the cost. • Make sure you don’t sign the ‘remain on campus form’ if you want to move off. It is a $600 penalty – shit be cray. • Move in with friends who can cook/bake. 6. Are Bond and I still BFFL’s when I leave? Absolutely. ***** We found when living on-campus for too long, the beautiful Arch became the

place where you dropped your take-away buffet, where you flashed your undies four times a day (now it’s only two), and where you stood contemplating drowning yourself in the Lake at the thought of having to do your ‘Toga Speech’. Therefore, you can appreciate the finer aspects of Bond when you put a little distance between the two of you. Our new house is not just a place to sleep; it’s a place to call home. We’re expecting invites to all your house warmings. Love the girls at the Burrow.

Facebook rape. Are you an offender? The incessant nature of fraping in the 21st century is alarming, humorous and somewhat entertaining. Originating around ten years ago, and also becoming increasingly common due to the recent Facebook app – ‘fraping’ occurs everyday. Technically, ‘frape’ is a conjunction of the words Facebook + Rape, and has developed into a colloquial expression made popular by young generations. One is thought to have been ‘fraped’ when they have left their FB unattended, and another person (making the most of the unattended account), substitutes a status (or photo, religion, relationship etc.), to something humiliating, absurd or derogatory.

{ } Good frapes require originality but also depend on the audience. Living in the Blocks, it seems that the most popular content is based on lovemaking and obscenities.

Good frapes require originality but also depend on the audience. Living in the Blocks, it seems that the most popular content is based on lovemaking and obscenities. My newsfeed is constantly clogged with statuses of fellow Bondies confessing their love for blonde exes, and the crazy, slightly kinky sex they had with their neighbour last night. A successful frape needs to capture the attention of the entire friend database, so

that FB friends can respond with surprised, shocked and perplexed comments, making the content of a frape so much more believable. For example, a recent frape of a traveller: “Chlamydia has arrived in London, everyone, even you Aussie lads who have touched me – get yourself checked!”, to a more loved-up note: “I love you so much (name). My love for you is like diarrhea, I can’t hold it in”. And then others are just purely humorous: “Just deleted so many people off FB. Boys if you’re here you’re my bros, and girls if you’re still here I just want to f*** you”. I am not one to condone fraping. However, to be a frape expert requires several things. Firstly, it requires patience and creativity. The most effective form of frape is one that embodies embarrassment and believability – “baby bump or a big lunch, you tell me”. Individualised frapes are also effective when the fraper personalises the attack to the frapee – “I’m so glad this rowing season is over, this chafing was getting unbearable”. If you’re lacking the creativity and need some inspiration, visit bestfrapes.com or simply search ‘top ten frapes’ for hours of enjoyment. Yet, if all else fails, simply write something obscene to ‘rack’ up the likes. But approach with caution, frapes can expose the frapee to physical harm. For example, when the fraper posts on Platinum Club’s page “Is this a gay bar?”, the victim is put in a position of vulnerability and exposed to the likelihood of enduring physical violence when clubbing in Broadbeach in the future. While fraping is a genuine source of entertainment, we also need to acknowledge the amusement obtained through other people’s profiles. The abundance of ‘selfie

sluts’ makes guys drool in appreciation, yet us girls often wonder where self-respect disappeared to. The tragic photo uploads where girls (unfortunately seeming to be the major culprit) test their ability to wear minimal clothing, as well as the potential of their boobs reaching their chin, without their photo being reported. All of this in a desperate effort to obtain numerous photo ‘likes’ and ‘quality’ compliments from guys. Drunken photo uploads from the morning after a night out offer memories of what really happened, as well as a reminder of what a good dose of tequila can do to you. While we all shudder a little when notified of a tagged photo, it’s all in good fun - like when hangovers are nursed and games of ‘remember when?’ are held throughout the day, typically in the Brasserie. Thanks for the giggles Shaun Rotman – we appreciate it! I’ll leave you with my top three frapes of all time: 1. If I rub sand in my pubes will it make my crabs feel at home? 2. Didn’t know you could get fined for pissing in public. In my defence, I didn’t see the cop, the gravestone or the school children. 3. For anyone who reads the newspaper this morning, she didn’t tell me she was 15.

LMOST ALL OF US HAVE BEEN SUBJECT TO A FRAPE AT SOME POINT IN TIME, BUT WHEN PRESENTED WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO RETURN THE FAVOUR, HOW DO YOU PULL OFF THE PERFECT FRAPE?

FRAPE: IS IT ACCEPTABLE?

WORDS | Anita Nielsen

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YOU GAME?

WORDS | Jaymee Mak

HETHER YOU REGULARLY LEAD MYTHICAL ARMIES TO BATTLE ONLINE, OR JUST CASUALLY ENJOY SLINGING BIRDS ON A TOUCHSCREEN, ODDS ARE THAT GAMING IS A PART OF YOUR LIFE. JAYMEE MAK SHARES THE TALE OF HER ROCKY RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS RAPIDLY DEVELOPING ART FORM.

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hate games.” I admit I’ve uttered these three words several times in my life. For someone dating a student game designer, that’s pretty disgraceful. But with memories like my Year 9 crush ditching me on Skype for two hours to play DOTA, a boyfriend missing our anniversary due to a LAN competition, and me just being a complete noob when it comes to driving, aiming and shooting; is it any wonder that it wasn’t love at first sight? When reflecting on my childhood, I fondly remember reading books from the library and K-mart. But then other memories start flooding back. Mini Mak learning English and maths from the Jump-Start game series. Mini Mak playing Barbie as Rapunzel/Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty. Slightly Older Mak playing The Curse of Monkey Island. Over and over again - It was the only video game I owned. Then there was all that time spent playing Minesweeper, Solitaire, Hearts and FreeCell. The two million NeoPoints I collected. My Pokémon trading cards that now lie in some dusty cupboard in my cousin’s house. I’ve been a

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gamer my whole life and didn’t even realise it. As time goes on, more and more of the population will find themselves immersed in interactive entertainment. If you’ve got a computer or a smartphone, chances are you’re already there. And just as film was once challenged as a legitimate art form and activity, games will stand the test of time. There shouldn’t even be a debate about whether games are art. Sure, we can argue about whether games are good art or bad art, just as we do with other forms of media, but games contain many of the same elements as traditional art. They make us feel – whether it’s elation at defeating a boss, pissing our pants at shadows in Amnesia, or frustration at dying in a level for the billionth time. Designers usually put great thought into the aesthetics of a game – many of which can be categorized into history’s art movements (surrealism, impressionism, etc.). Game narratives contain themes, motifs, and social commentary – which often have a greater impact on players, given the immersion of interactivity and time invested (many, many hours). Why respect chess but

not StarCraft? Both are immensely difficult games to conquer and are at heart strategy games. Chess is recognised as a sport by the International Olympic Committee, whilst StarCraft is virtually the national sport of South Korea; with two cable TV channels dedicated to broadcasting games. I’ve come to respect games. It’s probably a huge relief for my boyfriend. But it’s also pretty exciting for me. I’ve only just started playing some of the greatest titles - I played Super Mario Bros for the first time last month despite having owned a Mario wallet for years. There are so many worlds to explore, characters to meet, things to blow up. It’s going to be an epic journey. Wanna join?

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Then there was all that time spent playing Minesweeper, Solitaire, Hearts and FreeCell. The two million NeoPoints I collected. My Pokémon trading cards that now lie in some dusty cupboard in my cousin’s house. I’ve been a gamer my whole life and didn’t even realise it.

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n time for Semester 122, Bond’s new mobile application for iPhone and Android was available for download. So what’s it all about? And more importantly: What can you get out of it? Most Commonly Requested. You can now check your phone to find out where there’s a computer available on campus. Just click the ‘Computers’ button on the Bond Mobile App, and at one glance you will see how many computers are available in each of the public study areas. Simple to use but tremendously helpful. If you find the campus layout with its multi-wing buildings confusing, the ‘Maps’ feature can help. Using ‘Google Maps’ as the underlying display, you can search for locations on campus and display them as a little red pins on the map. Of course this is not that helpful, when you don’t know where you are, but with your phone’s location services you can display your own position as well. A bookmarking function for often visited locations rounds the service out nicely. What’s Going On At Bond. To keep in touch with the events happening at Bond, the ‘News/ Events’ feature brings news and events from the Bond website directly to your mobile. ‘BondSync’ helps you

to keep connected to the different organisations at Bond and see what they are up to. And In The Big Wide World? The ‘iTunesU’ and ‘YouTube’ buttons give you a whole world of multimedia content at your fingertips. Some Serious Studying. Okay, it’s not all fun and games and YouTube clips, actually we are also here to study – well, at least some of the time, and the app might even help you do exactly that. The next semester is about to begin and you would like to re-think your course selection? The ‘Programs’ feature gives you an overview of the programs and subjects offered at Bond. What about the other end of the semester? Exams are coming up and you try to quell your pre-exam panic with a day on the beach. Suddenly you have the nagging feeling you have forgotten something... No worries, with ‘Exams’ you can access your exams timetable and then either stay relaxed at the beach or pack your stuff up in a hurry and race back to uni! Need a good read? No, I’m not talking about the latest crime novel, but journal articles for your next assignment. The ‘Library’ function offers the same powerful Summon Search the Library webpage uses in

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the background. And last but not least ‘iLearn’ allows you to access all your course information from your mobile device. What About The Good Old Use As A Telephone? Okay, all these features are what makes a smart phone ‘smart’, but of course there is also the ‘phone’ part. The ‘Directory’ function allows you to quickly and easily access the staff directory, while ‘Emergency’ lists various emergency numbers when you need them most. From within Australia you can of course directly connect to these numbers with a simple tap. Maybe a feature that could literally save lives!

***** This article should give you a quick overview of the different features of Bond’s new mobile app. Depending on your style you might find some or all of them more or less useful. I have my favourites, but it’s up to you to make up your own mind. The QR codes should make downloading the correct version a breeze. Check it out and let us know what you think,

WORDS | Kenneth Hummel Information Services

HETHER YOU REGULARLY LEAD MYTHICAL ARMIES TO BATTLE ONLINE OR JUST CASUALLY ENJOY SLINGING BIRDS ON A TOUCHSCREEN, ODDS ARE THAT GAMING IS A PART OF YOUR LIFE. JAYMEE MAK

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WORDS | Jonathan Holtby

BLUE IS BETTER THAN RED LAST THURSDAY SAW THE FIRST OVERGRAD SPEAKING COMPETI-

TION HOSTED THE PGSA, WITH AWESOME PRIZES UP FOR GRABS. JONATHAN HOLTBY PUBLISHES HIS AWARD WINNING SPEECH.

t was an autumn evening two-and-a-halfyears ago, and it was 15,000 kilometres from here. A young man stood up and he stretched. He cracked his knuckles and he wrestled the kinks and stitches out of his back. When he bent over to shut off his computer screen and stooped to pick up his gym bag and coat, light shone from the artists’ workrooms windowing onto his desk. The normal exit of the college basement that he worked in involved warrenous tunnels. They passed dance studios featuring performers practicing at every hour. On occasion he had tried to outlast them, working the long hours he thought might see them leave before he did. But that’s not really how ballerinas function. He gave up every time when at 10pm or so they remained, pirouetting away. Some of you won’t agree, others won’t believe me, but in Canada, Autumn is the perfect season. When you escape the confines of indoors, the air that greets you outside is cold and alive; it smells of woodfires and forest leaves. There, you can practically hear the slow march of winter. That October night it was a 10 minute walk for me from office to home. Long enough that my workday had time to melt into the evening. When it had, I began the process of making the most important decision of my life. Once the sun had set properly, and I was no more than a block from my downtown apartment in Toronto, I started to realise just how much better Blue is than Red. When I was younger, say up until I was twenty-years-old, I had only really been

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two things in my life: musical and lucky. I can’t really take credit for either. The two came together when, back in 1990, my parents threw me into a church choir - the first activity in what would be a lifetime of music. They did it to fill the time for me, and it was the first important decision of my life to be made mostly by happy circumstance. Thank God there were no nearby taxidermists as an alternative. Before we go on I want you all to understand some things. First, blue is the favoured colour choice in the world for toothbrushes. Also, mosquitoes are attracted to the colour blue almost twice as much as they are to any other colour; and Owls are the only species of Bird that can see it. Blue is a ‘basic’ colour, and is considered one of the ‘additive primary colours’, as well as one of the seven spectral colours. It is intermediate between violet and cyan. It’s also the colour of the Democratic Party in the United States, and the Conservative Party of Canada - two political groups that are supposed to be ideologically diametric... but really aren’t. It’s representative of Pepsi, Ford, Tiffany and Co., and the Bank Rakyat Indonesia. In ancient Aztec culture, blue was associated with violent sacrifice. Is there any wonder I love it so? The process for me of choosing the colour blue began on that chilly walk home near thirty-months ago. I decided that after all of this time - twenty years of “I guess, green is ok?” - I was going to solve the damn thing; choose a colour for good. That was in the fall, and by Christmas of that year I was ready to sit down with my family and friends.

I told them about how it was time for me to settle this, to pick a colour and run with it. I was going to think about tints and shades. I was going to do some more studying: light frequencies and colour coordination, matching. Afterwards I would start a brand new life because this, once I had it sorted, would give me all new options. “When I am finished”, I told them, “I will know if Red is better than Blue”. They were not initially supportive. The colours I had picked in my life so far were pretty darn good - ones that treated me well; that made me look ok when I was wearing them. In high school I spent a couple of months trying out shades of orange while I was figuring some stuff out. There was a brief period of taupe. Most notably, during my undergraduate degree, I spent four years utterly beholden to various shades of purple. I would tell my professors, colleagues, drunken sidekicks, “No - you don’t get it, purple is the only colour in the world. All those other colours are just shades of purple!” By the time I was telling people in job interviews everything I’d learned about the colour purple, I had come to realise that I didn’t really mean it anymore. I was re-shuffling through the colour wheel before it had been a full year. I had a preliminary ‘blue period’, and I embraced auburn for a girl. This stumbling about in the dark looking for colours, is what got to me on my autumn walk; but during the Christmas conversations with my family and my friends... well, too many felt I was ignoring the spectrum of my life to date. That I was turning my back on purple forever to focus

on a broken decision. I would learn if red was better than blue, but realise in the process that neither was like what I’d lost. And this was a lot of green to spend doing that. What if blue was the best but it was also full, and there were no more jobs for the turquoise? The first time my choice of colour became truly important, lest I have one chosen for me, I didn’t really do it properly. In my final year of high school, colours would be put in front of me, but I had other priorities; admittedly many of them 80 proof. My friends, they were all looking at colours really carefully; some of them had been yellow for some time now, and that year they learned about saffron and schoolbus yellow, and jonquil. Some of them stopped wearing, stopped looking at other colours entirely, because when they stood up in front of the world to wax on canary, they needed it to believe them. To get to that point it had taken me eight years more, and a walk in the cold. Then, finally, red and blue did begin to dominate my thoughts. And other colours didn’t start to appear, they threw themselves at me. I would study a shade of teal, and six burgundies would leap out of the Internet bragging about how good they look as a turtleneck! The act of narrowing down your colour choices forces you to look for ways to narrow down your colour choices. You start to look at the random colours you come across with the ambition of a hunter. As if you’re stalking your own satisfaction. When a crippling, angry cherry would come along, I would embrace its energy and its excitement before hurling it aside.

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You start to look at the random colours you come across with the ambition of a hunter. As if you’re stalking your own satisfaction.

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For months I was practically walking down the street pointing out colour variants to strangers. “That, madam, is a dual-tone magenta. Calm, creative people probably love that”. After six months of selfexamination, research, and advice, I had changed jobs, applied for some schools, and moved around a little. The colour contest now had me firmly in a prize fight between red and blue, and I sat down again with my family to discuss

seriously a move to Australia. Here, I have been given - just as I had been for months and years at a time - colours aplenty to choose from. Sometimes they’ve been incredible. Neons and mattes and veritable tie dyes. Other times I have been shown palettes I realised long ago weren’t my shade of grey. But what’s been the most incredible for me is the arresting hues lurking beyond - or through - the murky, if pristine, walls of this University. The crystalline spectrum shown only to those people hunting for colours, but available to us all. Out in the world the tints and shades that hide just beyond my finding are innumerable. More than enough to break your heart; but I am hunting for them, and because of that, I feel like I can say that the colours I need most are the ones I’m going to end up with. Because of that, I have learned that blue is a better fit than red. Students just like me, students more accomplished than me, more disciplined, more intelligent - are sitting in this audience. Many have seen and learned some really cool things here at Bond. Many decided they wanted, they needed, to find colours that Bond could provide only if they were willing to carve them out of the painting it has given us by sheer force of will. And others, some few, knew that the best colours aren’t at home, and may not be at Bond; but are wherever you look when you’re looking your hardest. I found a few in St Gallen, Switzerland this year. Many will find them in internships or work placements. At Davos. Mont Pellerin. Rhodes. Education without Borders. Business Today. These are colour breeding grounds. Here, now, or tomorrow on the other side of the world; we all need to look at ourselves, our programs, our lives, our friends, our gifts, and what we love to do, and start choosing a colour. We are at a time, in a place, when the frivolous decisions of our former lives can melt away. When we hunt for our own colours, we leave only the most important of questions. Those few years ago, that man in the office in the fall of Toronto, who stooped to turn off his computer screen at the end of his workday; he loved colour. But he yet had no idea that blue was better than red; better than all of the other options. It was the dancers still working every night as he left, who had known their pick for years.

P U R E N N U R RED IS BETTER THAN BLUE WORDS | W.E. Demers

ed is better than blue: it is the colour of fire - that trait of love, so enduring; Blue, it is true, is the colour of water - life’s alma mater; In the contest of colours, what are life’s humble origins, to their enlightened destinies? If colours have a purpose, is it to hold back our passions for the sake of History’s nostalgia - or set mankind free on Future’s winds of creativity? Nestled deeply in the underbelly of this day’s radiant promise, I pondered upon the prismatic spray of our sun’s great feast of lights. A fire stirred within me, as it does each morning - not a fire of old, but of new: slowly warming my spirit to its present point of inward splendour. Compare this to the dampness of the morning’s dew: the product of blue. I thought to myself - it has been said - that red is the colour of anger. But then - it has been said as well that blue is the colour of depression. To be aroused by grievance, not subdued by regret, is my preference - it is my choice - it is what defines the actor from his audience. I admire Christ, and He once overturned a table in anger; Indeed He also turned water into wine, for blood is thicker than water: and it is the blood of us all. And so I am, with this as my banner, a man of action, not of sorrow. I have made my bed: tonight, I lie with red.

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WORDS & IMAGES | Gemma Lloyd

ON MAY 25, ALAN FINCH, BOND STAFF MEMBERS,

AND INDIGENOUS STUDENTS AND SUPPORTERS, OFFICIALLY OPENED THE INDIGENOUS CENTRE AT BOND.

his date marks a milestone for support of the growing Indigenous community within our university. The centre is designed to provide Indigenous students with additional academic support whist studying at Bond. It is also home to the well-known Australian Indigenous Mentoring Experience (AIME) program, and a place for the Bond Academic Support and Liaison Officer. We were grateful to host a local elder, Aunty Pat, who gave the centre a traditional blessing and provided the students who attended with some great inspiration and motivation to succeed in their studies. Creating a strong support network for the Indigenous community at Bond is a vital step in furthering the futures of Indigenous students. In 2008 the ABS found approximately 8 per cent of Indigenous students will carry on from high school into tertiary

education, in contrast to the 23 per cent of non-Indigenous Australians. Currently, six students at Bond are on full Indigenous Scholarships, some coming from communities as far as Burketown. The adjustment for some Indigenous students can be extremely daunting, coming from communities as small as 200 people, and having to face the challenge of living away from family and friends. The centre wishes to help the Indigenous students at Bond create a connection with one another, and also to become more involved within the university. The centre has been developed to help identify the support needs and issues that Indigenous students may face throughout the course of their studies. Narelle, the Liaison Officer, can assist you with course information, pathways into employment or further education, liaison with staff, ABSTUDY/Centrelink questions, tutoring, or just

to catch up and have a chat. The Bond Indigenous Awareness Society (BIAS), in accordance with Indigenous students and the new centre, hope to see a greater graduation rate amongst the Indigenous scholars. The centre is located next to the Student Flight Centre, and is available for support services for Indigenous, Torres Strait, and Papua New Guinea students everyday. Narelle, the Indigenous Support Officer, is in every Friday and can be contacted at nurquhar@bond.edu.au Jason Murray is the Academic Support and Cultural Liaison Officer, and is available everyday for consultation not only for Indigenous students. Gemma Lloyd is the President of BIAS, and can be contacted by student email if you have any questions.

THINK BEFORE YOU SPEND WORDS | Marryum Kahloon

THE SPC IS LEADING THE CHARGE ON FAIR TRADE AT BOND IN AN INCREDIBLY DELICIOUS WAY.

hat if I told you that today you could change someone’s life. That you could provide someone with an income, play a role in conserving the environment, ensure the enforcement of basic human rights standards, and assist in community development initiatives in Third World countries. What’s the catch? Nothing. You just have to think before you spend. We live in a society where, as consumers, we feel increasingly disempowered. Very few of us have the resources to donate huge amounts to charities. We make small contributions to large organisations in the hope that they will filter down into aid. However, in many respects this is an unsustainable relationship. You donate once and you provide someone with a meal. That’s admirable, but what happens for the next meal? And the meal after that? And the meal after that? The poverty trap starts to seem insurmountable, and your small university budget simply cannot cope with feeding yourself; let alone someone in Africa. How great would it be if you could feed yourself and someone else in the process? Oh wait… you can! And, even better, it doesn’t cost you any extra. Enter the Fair Trade Movement.

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. The Fair Trade movement is a global social movement underpinned by a desire to see better prices for farmers, safe working conditions, environmentally sustainable practices, and long-term community development initiatives. It addresses the problem of unequal bargaining power to ensure that small, local farmers are paid reasonable prices by large, global conglomerates. More importantly, the movement emphasises something that we often forget – the human side behind every product that is marketed to us. With every purchase, you have power. How you choose to spend your income can indicate to businesses what attributes consumers value. While ventures to foreign countries to deliver aid are commendable, supporting products that adhere to basic standards of social justice not only redefine social frameworks, they mean that anyone and everybody is able to contribute to global development. So where can you purchase Fair Trade products?

Easy! The Student Philanthropy Council (SPC) has just started stocking Fair Trade chocolate in our store. For only $2.50 you can buy a milk or dark chocolate bar; satisfying your mid-morning cravings and your philanthropic conscious has never been so convenient. The chocolates are made of cocoa from Ghana and the Ivory Coast, and of cane sugar from Paraguay. Take ownership of your power as a consumer and take a stand. The results may be slow… but they are oh-so-sweet!

The SPC Store is located in the Student Court, opposite Don’s Tavern. We are open from 10:00am to 2:00pm on Monday to Thursday. Visit us to purchase Fair Trade chocolate as well as a range of other merchandise.

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WEEK FOUR Photographers: PGSA (pg.20) | Stuart McKelvie (pg.20) | Kenny Kagiah (pg.20 & 23) | Shaun Rotman (pg.21 & 23) | Zaki Armen (pg.22)

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BACKSTAGE WITH TONIGHT ALIVE, YOUNG GUNS AND TOTALLY UNICORN COOLANGATTA HOTEL, 1 JUNE 2012 WORDS | Emily McGregor

n June 1 this year, Paris Faint and I were lucky enough to get backstage tickets to the Tonight Alive No Place Like Home tour; and boy, was it a fun night! We obtained these tickets because Jenna McDougall, mega-hot-babelead-singer, is one of my best friends (u mad bro?) and it was her 20th birthday! Our night began when we arrived at the Coolangatta Hotel, which as per usual was full of old, smelly people smoking outside. On account of this, Paris and I quickly escaped to the upstairs section of the hotel which, thank goodness, had a lot of people who were born in the same decade as us! We got our names ticked off and went backstage to see our friends. Almost immediately, we were directed to the Tonight Alive room and made contact with the band, who seemed surprisingly cavalier about the whole ordeal. I asked Whakaio (lead guitarist) “why so serious”, and he soon explained the band had just driven seven hours from NSW to be on the Gold Coast; so it was definitely understandable that they might be a little less-than-ecstatic. However, the sleepiness was swept away when Totally Unicorn took the stage. If you aren’t familiar with the rainbow-morphsuit-wearing

metal band, you definitely should try and get on a first name basis. These guys are fucking funny and fantastic entertainers. As I watched side-stage, I was bewildered and amused by their handstands, jump-strum dance moves, and crowd surfing. The lead singer, Drew, was by far the most majestic of the Unicorns. He emerged on stage in a figure-hugging rainbow morphsuit, sporting a hardcore gnome beard and an exceptionally pumped up attitude. After a number of songs, Drew then decided to strip down to his underwear and continue rocking out with his... wait what? After Totally Unicorns, British alternative band Young Guns took to the stage. To be perfectly honest, I had never heard of Young Guns before, but their songs were great and their performance was totally-British and rocking. In addition to this, the guys were hot and lovely; which always makes the experience a hundred times better. I chatted to bassist Simon Mitchell before their set, who was an absolute gentleman and spoke so well about touring in Australia (he loves it here). Since the gig, I haven’t stopped listening to their stuff actually. You should all definitely check out some of their music, including ‘Bones’ and

SCENE IT? RIDLEY SCOTT’S PROMETHEUS ‘Crystal Clear’. Lastly, but definitely not least, was Tonight Alive. I am biased, but they genuinely did an amazing job that night. The band was tired, it was Jenna’s birthday, and it was at the Coolangatta Hotel. But TA put on a brilliant show, creating a perfect balance of old and new tracks, including ‘Wasting Away’ and also ‘Let it Land’. In addition to this, they performed their infamous cover of ‘Little Lion Man’ by Mumford & Sons - check it out if you haven’t heard it! Finally all of the band members, backstage crew, and Paris and I, got to go up on stage to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and present Jenna with her birthday cake. This was probably my favourite part of the whole night, not because I got to make an appearance on stage, but because of how the crowd reacted. They all joined in with us, and everyone helped make it a special occasion for Jen. It really illustrated how wellreceived Tonight Alive are, and how much of an impact they have made in pop-punk music circles. Well done!

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WORDS | Paris Faint

he thought, “Woohoo! Another awesome space adventure!”, ran through my head as I sat in the comfy red theatre seats as the lights dimmed. I of course was preparing myself for the new Ridley Scott movie, Prometheus. However, as I left the cinema I thought, “Mother of god I never want to have a child!” After a quick recap of the storyline and what-not, I’ll provide a little explanation for why I’ve recently attained this baby-having-phobia. So the story is about a couple of archaeologists who find an ancient space map carved into the walls of structures from ancient civilizations all over the world. This leads the couple to muster a crew and head out three years into deep space to find the beings who they believed to be ‘the creators’, or the people who carry a prequel to human DNA. What they find is a planet with breathable air, a couple of spaceports, and some huge rooms filled with the black death. Apart from a certain ‘birthing’ incident (which I’ll explain later), I thought the movie was pretty cool and simple. Visual effects were pretty mad, the acting was very robotic and space-like (with Michael Fassbender actually being a robot, and Charlize Theron being as close to a robot as possible). In addition, the plot was nice and simple, even though it kinda failed hard at being philosophical and easy to digest... UNLIKE THE BIRTHING SCENE (okay here we go guys)! I thought the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo was pretty gnarly at times, but Noomi Rapace has clearly out-gruesomed herself in performing a self-caesarean to extract a rapidly growing alien-squid, ripping her umbilical cord out of her body and literally stapling her stomach together. Making it worse, she gets kicked and knocked in the stomach at least ten times after this ‘procedure’, making everybody in the movie theatre flinch and squeeze their hands around their middle area. You have to see it to believe it friends. I was not ready to see this; at all. All in all, I give Prometheus a pretty standard space-movie rating. On the scale of ‘try hard Flash Gordon remakes’ to the Star Wars series, I’d rate Prometheus somewhere around Alien vs. Predator. It’s alright, and I’d recommend you go see it; even if it’s just for the disgusting caesarean home-job scene (you know you want to).

TOM CLANCY’S GHOST RECON: FUTURE SOLDIER REVIEW A

fter gutting and reworking the post-horrible E3 preview in 2010, Ghost Recon: Future Soldier (GR:FS) has been released and stands proudly as the next title in the popular Ubisoft franchise. The game plants you in the middle of yet another clichéd rogue-nuke crisis as a member of the elite Ghost Squad, a Special Forces branch of the U.S. Navy. Armed with prototype equipment including active camouflage, your squad of four is sent around the world to chase down arms dealers and ultranationalists to discover the source of this new global threat. A lot of the systems present in other Tom Clancy titles have a heavy influence in GR:FS. Splinter Cell: Conviction’s Mark & Execute Mechanic (renamed Sync Shot), featured in a slightly altered iteration, and fit seamlessly into GR:FS’s updated arsenal. GR:FS players can select up to four targets whilst your squad mates kill them. Your squad will open fire concurrently with your initial shot, effectively killing your targets simultaneously. The system helps remove any margin of error associated with countdowns, and feels incredibly satisfying when successfully pulled off. However, ‘sync shot’ quickly becomes an arbitrary win button. Encounters frequently consist of waiting for groups to separate and tapping RB a couple of times before moving on to the next checkpoint.

The heavily reworked cover mechanics are the biggest improvement in the Ghost Recon Series. Moving in and out of cover is fluid and well animated. The freneticism of sprinting and all contextual actions feels dynamic. On a few occasions though, the squad AI would get stuck on terrain or bug-out and not form up at a checkpoint, forcing you to reload the section. Fortunately the checkpoints are well placed and my original position is only a few RB taps away. The campaign offers a solid mix of stealth and open fire fights; Red Storm has paced the combination well. Future Soldier features a very clever suppression mechanic where the more you are under fire, the closer the camera pulls into your character; effectively decreasing your field of vision. Shootouts are never dragged out excessively and players are constantly pushed to move forward, enhancing the sense of urgency in the storyline. Future Solider does suffer from some blatant texture pop-in issues, particularly between in-engine cut scenes and gameplay. The ground would just be a white paste for up to 10 seconds until rubble would finally appear. Frame rate can drop during particularly intense fire fights causing frustration and one or two restarts. The game also hits a nerve when it gives you control over a guided missile system, only to render your

PROCRASTIGAMING? WORDS | Jonathan Dodd

controls inert and guide it automatically to the intended target. It really begs the question; why would you allow control over something that you ultimately have no impact on? Multiplayer is competent, and the Horde Mode-styled Guerrilla Mode offers a decent mix up of options if you are tired of competitive play. Red Storm has released a competent shooter definitely worth checking out. Future Soldier is a flashy game that definitely features some new and futuristic technology. Unfortunately, the fancy hues and plethora of customisable guns doesn’t hide the fact that the gameplay isn’t futuristic at all. It is respectable, but there are too many other new games out that have such systems locked down tight. Bondies, do some of your own recon and rent this title. You should only need three days to welcome its charms and then be done.

COMPETITION WORDS | Your LSA IMAGE | Alex Myers, 23, currently in his last semester of Law.

WIN A DATE

TO LAW BALL 2012 WITH AN LSA EXECUTIVE H

air and make-up booked for Saturday June 23? Probably. But wait, are you getting ahead of yourself ladies? What about a date? The current LSA is offering its last competition of the one-year term. The competition is to win a date with one of the LSA Committee for

Law Ball 2012. What do you get? A shot at dating a soon to be LLB Grad (with honours), a seat at the table with the current LSA, a shot at love, plus a magical wine-filled evening with a perfect gentlemen. This competition could make your

XXX favourite romantic comedy a reality. Who is the mystery man you ask? Ladies prepare to swoon. Alex Myers, who is practically Bond royalty. He is the LSA Treasurer and an awardwinning Mooter with a captivating personality.

HOW TO ENTER Send a Facebook message to the LSA with the reason why you should be set up with our Alex Myers at Bond’s biggest social event of the year. Only the lucky girl will be contacted with further details. The Competition ends Wednesday June 13th (Week 5).

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FROM THE SPORTS OFFICE NORTHERN UNIVERSITY GAMES UPDATE

n just two and a half weeks, 140 Bond students will arrive in Lismore for the Northern University Games (NUG). All teams have been finalised, and we are very excited to be taking 16 teams across 10 different sports. The 2012 Northern University Games will be a qualification event for many teams wanting to participate in the 2012 Australian University Games (AUG). Basketball, football, hockey, netball and touch football all fall within the qualification policy. Unless these teams have been granted pre-qualification based on their 2011 AUG results, like our men’s basketball team, they will need to compete at NUG to qualify for AUG. We hope all teams have been training hard, and we look forward to some great results at NUG in a couple of weeks. If you’re not attending, remember to ‘like’ Campus Life on Facebook to keep track of our teams progression over the week. Compulsory NUG Team Meeting A compulsory Team Bond meeting will be held on the Friday before NUG. When: Friday June 29. Time: 2–3pm. Where: Don’s Pavilion. What: Compulsory team meeting and distribution of NUG Team Kit (NUG Polo, tracksuit and uniforms). Want a free Team Bond Polo? Campus Life is hosting a competition for all Bond students! If we reach 700 ‘likes’ on Facebook before NUG, we will give one lucky ‘liker’ the very first 2012 Team Bond Polo. All you have to do is go to the Campus Life Facebook page (http://on.fb.me/jV0WM7) and ‘like’ Campus Life. Once we have reached 500 likes we will reveal the new 2012 Team Bond Polo.

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ANOTHER RECORD BREAKING FRENCH OPEN WORDS | Mitchell Carlson

he sport of tennis continues to defy all odds with its record-breaking matches, heartpounding anxiety for the fans, and blood, sweat, and tears coming from the players. It’s no wonder the critics call it the golden era of sport. Gone are the days of the Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal finals. Tennis fans young and old now look towards the golden son of tennis - Novak Djokovic. This proud Serbian has proven his talent to the world, with momentous wins over both Nadal and Federer (it must be noted that this was throughout Federer’s reign as world number one, and ground-breaking 41 straight wins). He is also known by many players to scare fear, failure and pressure recklessly away; especially on match points against him, as we saw in the recent US and Australian Open Finals respectively. And yes, he did it once again in the Quarter Finals of the French Open against Tsonga, the great French hope, saving four match points. These weren’t just any points, they were ruthless ground strokes telling the world he’s here to take Nadal’s crown as ‘Clay Court King’. However, that was not to be, as Nadal won his seventh French Open crown surpassing the great Björn Borg. Leading into the Final, Nadal had one distinct and ground-breaking advantage - his serve that had only been broken once throughout the whole two weeks. One would question, with Nadal’s history at the French Open, whether there is a player out there who can stop his total and utter dominance that has established supremacy for so many years, and only encountered defeat once. Well ladies and gentleman, Nadal met his match with the player out there who is inspired from his past and present, and only determined to succeed: Novak Djokovic.

The match started with Nadal racing out of the gates to a 3-0 lead, only to lose three straight games with his all so flawless serve being broken. Nonetheless, Nadal went on from there to dominate Djokovic in the next two sets, taking a 2-0 lead in the third set. It was an ominous sign ahead for Djokovic, but yet again he did not know the meaning of defeat, and mounted a comeback winning the next eight straight games to take it into a third set. No other player could have done what Djokovic did - taking eight games in a row off the ‘King of Clay’. Novak led 2-1 up to a service break in the fourth set with momentum on his side, and the chance to be the third player in history to win four concurrent Grand Slams in his sights. He looked unstoppable, until the heavens opened up and Nadal was whining for the match to stop. 24-hours later, and Novak’s momentum was gone in the blink of an eye. Nadal was back on even ground, and both players were fighting hard to hold their serves, until Novak was defeated by a double fault; handing the title once again to the ‘King of Clay’, Rafael Nadal. One rather hilarious piece of commentary worth mentioning from the Final was when Novak was changing his shirt over. The commentators remarked on Novak’s athletic appearance, stating he was as fit as a trout. I am just wondering, since when has a trout been used as proper comparison to a sport star’s athletic ability? He might as well say as fit as a bream. The French Open has again provided great entertainment and heart-pounding games between the world’s greatest players. More to come from these great ambassadors of tennis!

SPORT WORDS | Matt Jackson

BEACH VOLLEYBALL WORDS | Hannah West

MAROONS SET TO CONTINUE THEIR SUCCESSFUL STREAK I

could use this article as an opportunity to say, I told you so. To say, that I knew Queensland was going to win. But, I will not. Rather, from memory (which is a little hazy considering we had a few big events since Origin, i.e. Palaver) I will focus on something more important: Queensland’s SUCCESS! And, most probably because I cannot come up with another theme, this will be the undertone of this article. Firstly, Queensland won the game 18-10. Therefore, they were SUCCESSFUL (here it is again). Queensland won what was a tough battle; a real contest between two teams that were desperate. Yes I will concede that NSW played well, but, I won’t conform and say they were the better team on the day. In fact, I think it is quite clear that Queensland was the better side, because they had less ball the whole game, defended their backsides off, and still mustered up the energy to (when they actually had the ball) score. Scores that were real, quality tries set up by strong runs up the middle and then slick, perfectly executed backline plays. Whereas NSW, who looked dangerous in patches, scored two, fortuitous tries both coming off kicks. So Queensland were SUCCESSFUL (again) in the result of the game. However, Queensland’s SUCCESS (again) continued long after the siren sounded. The sequence of events after the final siren were amazing. NSW coach, Ricky Stuart, imposed a media ban on his players because he didn’t want them to discuss referee decisions (particularly with regards to the Greg Inglis try). Well Ricky, a game of football isn’t won or lost

thanks to a single moment. I mean, NSW could point to those moments where they lost the game all by themselves. Firstly, NSW’s decision to take the two points which Todd Carney missed after they had built up the momentum (sorry Todd I think you are a great player, but you are lucky to be playing Game II after your performance). Secondly, Michael Jennings’ brain snap to come running from 40 metres and throw a haymaker to Brent Tate who had his back turned. Consequently he was sent off, and Queensland scored during that 10 minutes. Thirdly, Inglis’ try. Okay he lost the ball, but it looked like Farah played at the ball. Therefore he regained it and scored the try, but even so we were leading at that point in the game with only 10 minutes to go. NSW have got it all wrong! We are only three days out from Game II, and they are still bagging the referees, and their coach met up with referee bosses over the weekend. Get over it! But you see, this is where Queensland has won the most. NSW can’t just get over it! Therefore, this is Queensland’s BIGGEST SUCCESS (last time I promise). NSW is focusing on all the wrong things; like not worrying about Wednesday night’s game, but rather still whinging about the referees. Instead, they are trying to find external motivation, and trying to create a perception that everyone is targeting them. Whereas when it comes to Queensland - we are ready, and we are focused. I’m sorry NSW, until you sort out your priorities you won’t stop this juggernaut that is Queensland’s success (sorry I lied).

here must be something in the water at the Towers... That, or Green Machine have rallied their residents, created a dream team, and once again shown the other, bigger, traditionally stronger residences what’s what and who’s who at Beach Volleyball. Although May is typically a small semester, when it comes to Res Wars numbers are still strong, with each res able to field a male and female team every week. Admittedly numbers were small for some of our female teams, however new faces, especially from the AC Red Devils, meant each team served up a side. Green Machine girls, although small in numbers (only three), made a huge impact on the night, eventually taking out the competition from a fierce A Block side. Despite having strength in numbers, the B Block girls didn’t quite have the skills to make the final, but eventually took out bronze over the AC. The men’s draw saw strong games from each res, this time with just one point separating first, second and third going into the final. A Block and Green Machine were the lucky two, and B Block Bandits played off gallantly for third against the AC Red Devils. Players were treated to a Subway feast upon completion of the round. Most Valuable Players (MVPs) of the evening went to Brigit of Green Machine, and Alex K from A Block! Once again, thanks to those players who braved the cold to support their residences, even if they didn’t play.

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Bondy Banter

GOOD ADVICE IS HARD TO COME BY... SO HERE’S SOME FRIENDLY TIPS FROM SCOPE • Find a loop-hole to get Youth Allowance. Legally of course. • Hooking-up at Bond parties = said hook-up known by half of Bond before brunch the next day.

MASTER DEBATER TOPIC WEEK 5: QUEENSLAND SHOULD INTRODUCE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS

250 words maximum. DUE: 4pm Monday, 11 June. Best ‘For’ and ‘Against’ responses will be published.

n any average social setting, whether it’s amongst friends or strangers, when someone directs to you a question, even one as automated as “How are you?”, some sort of verbal response is generally expected. It would be considered quite socially unacceptable to simply stare at that person with a blank face and make no acknowledgment of their enquiry. In fact, that sort of behaviour would probably cause people to wonder if you’re slightly retarded. So then why in our technologydriven 21st century, a context in which society is powered by telecommunication, is it not just as unacceptable to not respond within a reasonable amount of time to phone calls, text messages or emails? As a busy person, nothing is of more inconvenience than waiting on a response from an individual who seems incapable of simply lifting a finger to acknowledge the receipt of a question or comment sent via electronic means. If

you, for instance, receive an email enquiring of your availability to meet at a certain time, don’t just simply expect the sender to telepathically vibe your confirmation of this and then turn up at the suggested hour. Why don’t you spend ten seconds hitting the motherfucking REPLY button out of common courtesy? It also amazes me that people seem to be able to have their phone on hand at any given second to ‘Check In’ on Facebook whenever they migrate 10 metres to a new location, but cannot seem to locate this elusive device when it is ringing in their pocket. I’m going to let you all know now of a certain button you might find on your keypad. It’s green; it’s got a telephone receiver on it. Try using this button when your phone is making noises. If the idea of this highly complex task overwhelms you, you could, in the alternative, try moving to Siberia and working in a fucking gulag with other technologically illiterate individuals. Don’t forget to write!

THE RAGE TRAIN Y U NO REPLY?

reetings Scope-siders, Gossip-Goat here; your one of many unreliable sources into the realistically dull lives of Bond’s self-proclaimed elite. Last week may have been dedicated to those maturer, but not necessarily wiser, than the ‘lazy and arrogant 18-30’ Gen Yers, but we have it on good authority that the youngsters were eager to turn this generalisation on its head at Cougars and Cradle-Robbers on Thursday. Miss Kaesehagen was up to her old

HOT Getting Fraped Scotland’s ‘performance’ in the Euros The Physical Making personalised, sexual innuendo comments on surveys Sleeping in the office because of Euro 2012 Being locked out NOT Bond’s lack of consideration for public holidays Day students parking in residence carparks Entrepreneurship English Football in general “I can’t believe it’s Week 5 already” Being here longer than those who graduated Saturday, and knowing you will be here longer than those who started this sem The wind and rain

HOT or NOT tricks (see uploaded photos), shakin’ her groove thang in her usual Zoe way. Whilst her dancing might be on the lips of all those unfamiliar to her swag, we wonder who was on her lips... Shot gun wedding? Bondies may have been farewelling old friends this weekend, but we hear new friendships were being formed in the ‘red’ enemy camp; heavily promoted by some of Bond’s finest representative fillies. You know you love me,

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BOND CLASSIFIEDS Looking to buy or sell something? Want to advertise a room for rent? Need a hot date for the weekend? Then this section is for you! Bond Classifieds is a free service for all Bondies, where you can advertise anything from textbooks to rooms for rent.

Just send in your ad (maximum 50 words), together with your SID number and contact details to scope.bond@gmail. com DEADLINE: 4pm Monday of the week you wish for your ad to appear.

f you’re too cool to admit that Harry Potter makes your soul sing, then you might as well Avada Kedavra yourself and be done with it. Harry Potter is simply the most loved story in the history of publishing. It’s the most influential children’s book of the late 20th and early 21st centuries. Our generation grew up with Harry by our side. He’s my best friend, and deep down in your heart you know he’s yours too. Harry taught us empathy, equality amongst the races (equal rights for house elves!), and that love can conquer all. We explored death and we accepted it. We learnt the depth of a mothers love. We cried the day our Hogwarts letter didn’t arrive by owl. Let’s be honest, feminism didn’t bring the housewives out of the kitchen, J.K. Rowling did. She empowered the housewife; Molly Weasley defeated Bellatrix Lestrange when many a male character was conquered, and popped out seven kids to boot. Rowling let the smartest, nerdiest witch in the school hook the visiting celebrity while making the OWL’s her bitch. Rowling showed us it was okay to bang the ginger kid. That a beloved old man could be gay, and readers wouldn’t be scarred for life. I mean COME ON! While you lit snobs may be happy with your Brontë and Austen novels, they didn’t define a generation. They don’t have their own theme park. Deal.

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he phrase ‘rule of thumb’ is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn’t beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.

DID YOU KNOW...

MASTER DEBATER

HARRY POTTER IS GREAT LITERATURE

s I look through my library at university I notice a lack of lightning bolt scars and gangly teens. Thinking of my more substantial library back home, the same cannot be said. In fact there is just about every Harry Potter book ever written, all well read; and now all of them covered in dust. Why was Rowling left behind when so many others were taken: Tolkien, Dickens, Wilde, and even Austen were brought with me. Rowling however, was left behind. Despite the fact that her new world was amazing, her characters were not. While reading about self-obsessed whining teens is fine when you are one, once that phase has passed it is less interesting; and all that is left behind is the world Rowling created which, while amazing, is not enough to keep you. These authors have a level of complexity lacking in Rowling’s work. As sad as it may be, there reaches a point where every boy and girl (and parents too), puts down Harry Potter and goes back to what they were reading before. My copy of Lord of the Rings pre-existed Harry Potter and it continues to out-last it. “A candle that burns twice as fast burns half as long”, and despite all the wonderful things Harry Potter has done for children’s literature it will forever remain, at least for me, a children’s book.

RACHAEL YOUNG

AGAINST

DAVID BROWN

WEEKLY WISDOM

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0 years from now you will be disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the one’s you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

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hellshocked turtles end their 115 year old ‘marriage’” Love obviously doesn’t last forever, well, at least not for tortoises. Two giant tortoises at an Austrian zoo, Bibi and Poldi, have decided to call it quits after an incredible 115-year long partnership, dubbed the oldest animal ‘marriage’. The animals apparently refuse to share a cage, after Bibi started biting chunks out of her mate’s shell. At least human females don’t behave the same way when they’re restless; or perhaps they do... Want to read more? Check it out at http://www.news.com. au/weird-true-freaky/shellshocked-turtles-end-their115-year-old-marriage/story-e6frflri-1226390774196 _______________________________________________ “Spider eats snake - caught on camera” Joy - two cute and cuddly animals doing something ‘awwworthy’. Hellllllll no. WARNING: There is actually a video attached to this story. Some lady from Cairns decided to grab her camera and snap a golden orb spider devouring a brown tree snake, instead of running away in fear like a normal person. To be utterly terrified follow this link: http://www.news.com. au/travel/news/spider-eats-snake-caught-on-camera/storye6frfq80-1226332961171

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ideo WTF Of The Week’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS1uDnIPTvo Um... The comments are rather entertaining.

NO ONE’S EVEN SURE...

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YOUTUBE CLIP NOAH COVER OF “SEXY AND I KNOW IT” BY LMFAO http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsvlsuLau5c

ossibly one of the most interesting covers of a pop song that I’ve had the pleasure of listening to in quite some time, Noah will bless your ears with something beautiful. His take on this club favourite is nothing like the tune we know, but if the top comment is anything to go by (What was that? That

was the sound of my panties flying across the room. DAMN) - ladies be prepared. WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH IT He has the kind of voice that washes your worries away, and I’m not going to say it’s mood music butttt dim the lights.

DEMOTIVATIONAL POSTER

Lackadaisical [lak-uh-dey-zi-kuhl]

djective 1. Without interest, vigor, or determination; listless; lethargic: a lackadaisical attempt. 2. Lazy; indolent: a lackadaisical fellow. Origin This word owes its origin to an old saying, lack-a-day! (or alack-a-day!), dating back to medieval times. Originally meaning “Shame or reproach to the day!” (that it should have brought this upon me), the saying gradually

lost its power over time, with the eighteenth century seeing ‘lackadaisy’ appear at some point, then ‘lackadaisical’ following shortly after. Its meaning originally extended to someone who was feeling feebly sentimental rather than lazy.

WORD

In a sentence “So long as my colleagues excuse such lackadaisical behavior, prompt abatement will never be achieved.”

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ne and halfscore, the posts are showing, win, place, and show united is rejection as a marking; the middle five of the whole, a type of setting, the last eight is a man prone to writing. Four in one, its middle two is a cannon booming, with bursts of fire like a hundred stars dancing; within that center is a country if you’re looking, a city you’ll find,if you focus on the beginning. Its first quarter is a letter with a greeting, the next,a memory with one millennium missing; then a duke,a prince or a king, the last,an endless catch in the sport of fishing. QUESTION: What is the word?

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SEXY SILK - JESSIE J

YEAR: 2010

f you’re not a huge Jessie J fan, you may have heard this sexy little number from Jessie J in ‘Step Up 3D’ or ‘Easy A’ - Emma Stone is HOT (without a doubt one of the best scenes from the whole movie).

WHY YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO IT It’s fun, it’s flirty, and most importantly if you’re female you can momentarily imagine you look somewhat like Jessie J or Emma Stone. Take your pick.

Answer to the puzzle in Issue 24: 28, 4, 17. Writing the 24th letter of the alphabet for each 24, the 22nd letter of the alphabet for each 22, and the 9th letter of the alphabet for each 9 reveals: XXVIIIIVXVII It is now clear that the combination is written in Roman Numerals. The only set of 3 Roman Numerals that fits this arrangement is: XXVIII IV XVII or 28, 4, 17.

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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

Buy a ticket to ‘The Physical’ this Friday, and get ‘physical’ with someone on the HMSA... if you know what I mean. Don’t forget to wear your hard hat, fluro vest, and make sure you know how to handle your tools in case there’s hard yakka involved. Careful - it’s slippery when wet.