Now, because almost all historical information mentioned in this challenge I didn’t know about*, mainly because American history isn’t huge in Australian schools, my story is based on the Phillipines as I do know a little about this.
In 1965 after 400 years of Spanish rule a rebellion to liberate the Filipino people erupts. During a ceremony to commemorate the 400 years rule 1000’s of Filipinos rose up and took control of the government. The Spanish king was there to help with the celebration and was taken hostage, the ransom – Freedom for the Philippines.
Spain reacts by condemning the Filipinos and declares war on them. Australia and a majority of South-East Asia stand behind The Philippines, although no European countries support Spain because almost all of their empires have fallen as well. This standoff results in the Philippines becoming its own country, returning the king without harm, embracing its traditional culture and eventually creating a huge tourist scene. By the mid 80’s the Philippines is booming and it has become a holiday spot for the rich people of the western world. A new leader is voted in and begins to change some things about the way the country is run. The main changes being: the legalisation of drugs, introduction of government funding gambling houses, unrestricted prostitution and large amounts of funding to military.
In a speech by this leader at the Millennium celebration she describes how she plans to expand The Philippines and unite South-East Asia and Australasia under one banner. Although in the speech she describes this unification as one of diplomacy, it becomes apparent to those countries that refuse that the response to non-compliance is invasion. While some of the poorer, less developed countries were immediately interested in joining there was a number of them were not. This created a divide. My thinking is that there would Australia, Indonesia, New Zealand and possibly Papua New Guinea on one side and the rest of South East Asia on the other.
This is where my mind has stopped. I’m home sick from work and my brain isn’t communication to my hands too well. Tossing up the idea of there being no WW2 only a WW1, which is very different to our WW1, a peace treaty is signed banning all projectile weapons. Implementation of new rules of war such as: only hand held weapons, swords, knives, hand to hand. That’s just a thought though. But anyway that’s my idea for this. I
*Including the American-Spanish War, I know. That’s bad. But I’m Generation Y so I don’t care. I just get drunk and have no morals.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Summertime on the Peninsula
For me summer is a long remembered dream. It’s winter in Adelaide, South Australia. Well, in actual fact it’s the start of spring. We were forecast 20mm to 40mm. It’s looking like 60mm. The depot is not the most popular place with the best of weather. Now nobody comes. Nobody rings. Nobody wants a container. Not today.
The rain is getting heavier. Although I am a winter person and I do love the rain. It relaxes me and reminds me of health, vitality and rebirth. I can’t help but to betray those feelings for a longing for sunshine. Even just the slightest amount. The beginning of summer is always the bet where I live. Warm air and slightly cool breezes. Everybody is out of the houses and soaking in the sun after the long haul of winter. Even more so in the summer to come, as our winter this year has been very wet and very cold. We have missed the rains during our long drought, but the grass is always greener.
I long to see people outside exercising, seeing friends and family, drinking on the beach, firing up the crappy electric BBQ’s supplied by the council. Always out and about, things to do, people to see. Friday nights are always a local affair. To a friend’s house, to the local night clubs and bars, even the occasional stranger’s party. They are never truly strangers though. You either went to school with them or know some who did. Everybody is welcome. Saturday’s relaxing at the beach or at a mate’s place, so long as he got a pool or an air con and a Playstation.
Saturday night, that’s when it happens. People from every suburb, every area, all converge on the city centre. Hindley St, Rundle St, Light Square… anywhere there’s a pub or a club. The city is alive. The streets are its veins and the people its blood. North, South, East and West. They all come. They all love it. They all complain about it on Monday morning. But they all go back. I love it. Summer nights in the city, drinking cold beers outside where ever you can, as late as you can, then heading inside to dance the early mornings away. When the night is slowly turning into day, Vodka, soda and fresh lime, is best for those times.
Walking out of a club on Sunday morning with the Sun coming up, feelings of regret, excitement and anger… anger because once again you didn’t bring your sunglasses with you. Like you tell yourself you will every week. Then the epic quest to find a taxi home, you can never find one. But you need it, you need your bed to sleep the rest of the morning off.
Sundays are the best days. Relaxing, seeing friends, watching DVD’s, reading a book. Whatever you want. Dreading work the next day but enjoying the last few hours of the weekend. Summer is a good time where I live. I love it, music, drinks, BBQ’s, friends and family… let alone the festivals that come with it. But that is a story for another time. That is summer for me.
But right now, its winter and it’s cold. My toes are almost numb here in the depot office. The phone still hasn’t rung and I still have the same amount of containers. This is winter at the depot. Summer is just around the corner and I can’t wait.
The rain is getting heavier. Although I am a winter person and I do love the rain. It relaxes me and reminds me of health, vitality and rebirth. I can’t help but to betray those feelings for a longing for sunshine. Even just the slightest amount. The beginning of summer is always the bet where I live. Warm air and slightly cool breezes. Everybody is out of the houses and soaking in the sun after the long haul of winter. Even more so in the summer to come, as our winter this year has been very wet and very cold. We have missed the rains during our long drought, but the grass is always greener.
I long to see people outside exercising, seeing friends and family, drinking on the beach, firing up the crappy electric BBQ’s supplied by the council. Always out and about, things to do, people to see. Friday nights are always a local affair. To a friend’s house, to the local night clubs and bars, even the occasional stranger’s party. They are never truly strangers though. You either went to school with them or know some who did. Everybody is welcome. Saturday’s relaxing at the beach or at a mate’s place, so long as he got a pool or an air con and a Playstation.
Saturday night, that’s when it happens. People from every suburb, every area, all converge on the city centre. Hindley St, Rundle St, Light Square… anywhere there’s a pub or a club. The city is alive. The streets are its veins and the people its blood. North, South, East and West. They all come. They all love it. They all complain about it on Monday morning. But they all go back. I love it. Summer nights in the city, drinking cold beers outside where ever you can, as late as you can, then heading inside to dance the early mornings away. When the night is slowly turning into day, Vodka, soda and fresh lime, is best for those times.
Walking out of a club on Sunday morning with the Sun coming up, feelings of regret, excitement and anger… anger because once again you didn’t bring your sunglasses with you. Like you tell yourself you will every week. Then the epic quest to find a taxi home, you can never find one. But you need it, you need your bed to sleep the rest of the morning off.
Sundays are the best days. Relaxing, seeing friends, watching DVD’s, reading a book. Whatever you want. Dreading work the next day but enjoying the last few hours of the weekend. Summer is a good time where I live. I love it, music, drinks, BBQ’s, friends and family… let alone the festivals that come with it. But that is a story for another time. That is summer for me.
But right now, its winter and it’s cold. My toes are almost numb here in the depot office. The phone still hasn’t rung and I still have the same amount of containers. This is winter at the depot. Summer is just around the corner and I can’t wait.
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