According to an article in the Goodweekend (29 Oct 2005), a weekend magazine of the Sydney Morning Herald, there are some interesting statistics with regards toimmigration figures to Australia.
Settler arrivals by birthplace,
Singapore
1993-1994
502
2003-2004
2224
So over a period of ten years, the numbers from Singapore jumped by a factor of four.
China, India and Sudan showed a similar jump in terms of factor, while South Africa and Zimbawe increased by a factor of five and ten respectively.
Interestingly, the numbers from Hong Kong dropped drastically by a factor of three (from 3333 in 93-94 to 1125 in 03-04).
This clearly is not the aggregate numbers but rather it seemed to be a year on year basis. However, the numbers indicated do not differentiate between permanent migration to those who are on a temporary basis (like students for example). Still, it gives some food for thought. The numbers are from DIMIA.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The zazzle
Sometimes, fate plays a cruel joke. Like the legends of the past, what one lech for, always seems to be around the corner, but never, within my grasp.
Kind counsel abound, the fog of war twirls round the mind, stumbling steps I take. Yet again. And again.
The sounds of the ship horn blast through the air, and I will, sink again to the cold depths, akin to the destiny of the cursed maiden, fair Titanic.
Kind counsel abound, the fog of war twirls round the mind, stumbling steps I take. Yet again. And again.
The sounds of the ship horn blast through the air, and I will, sink again to the cold depths, akin to the destiny of the cursed maiden, fair Titanic.
3 old ladies
Once upon a time, there were three old ladies. They didn't want to die out in the open. So they came up with a plan.
The plan was to rob a bank. For one, is to live out her dream, to do what she want. Before she fades away into the shadows, away with Death.
They eventually got caught, and the one who dreamt, saw Death waiting, and slept peacefully away on the hard prison bed.
Her dear two friends, waited, And being like any other good old ladies, they behaved well, and were released soon after 8 months of prison life. They were lucky, their klutzy adorers had found the money that was spirited away (the police never found them because the driver of the getaway car hid the money in an old folks home).
The money was used to buy a rusting old fishing boat. The two old ladies were understandably non too happy with it, but it was all good.
The plan was to rob a bank. For one, is to live out her dream, to do what she want. Before she fades away into the shadows, away with Death.
They eventually got caught, and the one who dreamt, saw Death waiting, and slept peacefully away on the hard prison bed.
Her dear two friends, waited, And being like any other good old ladies, they behaved well, and were released soon after 8 months of prison life. They were lucky, their klutzy adorers had found the money that was spirited away (the police never found them because the driver of the getaway car hid the money in an old folks home).
The money was used to buy a rusting old fishing boat. The two old ladies were understandably non too happy with it, but it was all good.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Last stick of ciggie
Ciggie, heh, I've used the bastardised form for cigarette. Nice, life should be convenient.
It's just 6 mnutes past 3 am (AEST), and the last stub lies miserably together with its two cousins in a lid that I conveniently use as a makeshift ashtray. Like an awkward threesome with no voyeurs.
It's a cool dusk, wet from the smattering of rain, falling where it is not needed the most. That, my friend, is not convenient. Firstly, it drives the mosquitoes into my room, through the balcony door left ajar. Thus the motivation to fill the room with ciggie smoke to literally smoke out the mosquitoes. Heh, a failed experiment of course, cigarette smoke are never meant to substitute for mozzie coils.
Secondly, it makes you feel just a tad more miserable than you already are, especially if you are still staying up.
Thirdly, it just mocks at you, for not having another warm body by your side when you lay down beneath the cover. Of course this betrays one of my desires, need, want, dreams. For now, I make do with a faux version of the vulpes vulpes.
But, there is just something magical about the sounds of rain falling amongst the veil of the eventide.
It's just 6 mnutes past 3 am (AEST), and the last stub lies miserably together with its two cousins in a lid that I conveniently use as a makeshift ashtray. Like an awkward threesome with no voyeurs.
It's a cool dusk, wet from the smattering of rain, falling where it is not needed the most. That, my friend, is not convenient. Firstly, it drives the mosquitoes into my room, through the balcony door left ajar. Thus the motivation to fill the room with ciggie smoke to literally smoke out the mosquitoes. Heh, a failed experiment of course, cigarette smoke are never meant to substitute for mozzie coils.
Secondly, it makes you feel just a tad more miserable than you already are, especially if you are still staying up.
Thirdly, it just mocks at you, for not having another warm body by your side when you lay down beneath the cover. Of course this betrays one of my desires, need, want, dreams. For now, I make do with a faux version of the vulpes vulpes.
But, there is just something magical about the sounds of rain falling amongst the veil of the eventide.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
小薇 from the past
小薇
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你 小薇啊
你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
有一个美丽的小女孩 她的名字叫作小薇
她有双温柔的眼睛 她悄悄偷走我的心
小薇啊 你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你 小薇啊
你可知道我多爱你 我要带你飞到天上去
看那星星多美丽 摘下一颗亲手送给你
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