Bondies! I hope that everyone can take a breather now that mid-sems are drawing to a close. To those of you who still have exams - good luck. To those who are finished - breathe. This is a particularly cruel time of semester when it seems like the wave of assignments won’t end until we reach end of sem exams. It’s been an exciting start to my term as VP sport. The role has given me a refreshed view on BUSA, its services and the university in general. My sporting pod is one of vision, determination and passion for not only sport but the development of sport as a whole. Zoe has hit the ground running with meeting with every sporting club on campus while preparing to launch the sporting club showcase at Wednesday by the water. Jose on the other hand has been longing towards the long term development of sport developing high performance programs for the rugby club and overseeing field upgrades.
Hopefully everyone will be able to kick back at midsem tomorrow night. I hope to see some seriously outrageous costumes for Animal Kingdom - onesies should be having a heavy influence, and a little bit of body paint never goes astray either.
We recently attended our first blues awards as a sporting pod, which ran very successfully which is a tribute to the work that the Campus Life office and the outgoing sporting pod put in. The night was hosted by distinguished law professor Jim Corkrey with his smooth evening radio voice guiding us through a night of celebrations and achievements. The night was attended by some of Bond sporting greats including Jade Nielsen, Ky Hurst, Alex Beck and Olympic gold medallist Mathew Belcher. The night was a great success and my pod and I can only hope to replicate it at the end of our term. There have been three stand out events so far from the sporting side of the university, the first of those being the pending purchase of two new additions to our rowing shed. We have worked tirelessly with the Bond Rowing Club to help them start their fleet and kick start what could be thriving sport here at Bond. The Quad and Scull are coming from the distributor Ted Hale and hopefully negotiations will finish later this week and we will be able to launch the boats in coming regattas.
Hope all you Bond boys are getting geared up for Movember. Everyone, get ready for a time of seriously questionable facial hair. I hope that those boys who haven’t been endowed with the gene for facial hair just resist from participating, and instead embrace their rightful role as donors to those more fortunate men who can express their superior manhood through the form of a lucious facial mane. All in good fun, the month is for a great cause and it is wonderful if as much of the Bond community could get involved as possible, so check out the Bond Movember page!
Secondly, has been our presence on the rugby field. Coming off the back of a silver medal at Australian University Games our Rugby 7s team as a division of the Bond Rugby club sent two teams, to a local competition at the grounds of our rivals Griffith Colleges. I attended the day and am proud to say both team Bond 7s and Bond Rugby put it all on the line placing second and third, respectively. Bond 7s, captained by Luke Evans, were unfortunately pipped at the post losing 15-12 against the Gold Coast Eagles in the finals. Finally, is the preparation for our two main sporting events for this semester, USA vs ROW and the sporting spectacular that is Megabowl. We have made inclusions at USA vs ROW for an exhibition netball match along with Bollywood halftime entertainment and the return of the bar. The main game looks to be one of the most exciting yet with a large American presence on campus. Megabowl will again be the combination of Touch, North vs South AFL and Business vs Law rugby, all in one night of thrills and spills. The Business, Law and Health Sciences faculties are working tirelessly with us to make this event a success. Hopefully the year continues the way that it has started and Bond can finally become a University where sport is never on the backburner.
We’ve got some great articles this week - be sure to check out page seven for some tips on escaping the dreaded ‘frape’, page nine for an American’s account of what real Halloween is like, Page 10 for some great debate on whether living on or off campus is the way to go, and the music/arts/reviews section for one of the biggest sections yet! I would like to make a special mention of Geordi this week - my graphic designer. This was her first week and she has done an absolutely terrific job. She went above and beyond to do the best job she did and I honestly don’t know what I would have done without her. So thanks Geordi! Good luck for the next week Bondies, and I’ll see you next week! Love, Caro x
Rachael Young
During Week 7 I wore a schoolgirl’s dress so that a girl in Africa could wear one too. Overall, Team Bond University has raised over $4000 which means we’ve sent 15 girls in Sierra Leone to school for one year. The members of Team Bond University have all lost some dignity. We received some questionable looks and many a snigger. At our tutorials and lectures, the African Development Think Tank and Don’s, we put away our pride in the name of charity. But we have gained so much more. I have been so filled with inspiration, passion and happiness. Because I Did It In A Dress, I have sent 4 girls to school for one year. They have uniforms, pencils, medical care and teachers. Most of all, they are safe from the dangers they would otherwise have been exposed to. Every second I wore my schoolgirl’s dress; I was changing someone’s life. More than that, I was helping to give someone a life that before this was a dream to her. Research shows that our efforts to help these girls will extrapolate in the future. Her children will be educated, healthy and happy because she went to school. This week, Bond students have done their part to help prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS, to start putting an end to child marriages and early pregnancy, to give 15 of the 60 million girls without access to education a chance to go to school.
These girls could have been your sisters or cousins, your best friends, your children. If you’ve donated to Do It In A Dress this week, then you are a champion. You’ve made a quantifiable difference to a little girl’s life. - Rachael Young
So apart from being mistaken for a sexy babe all week (jokes! Thanks DT) I did actually manage to raise money for charity. I had a ball, enjoyed all the stunned looks and funny comments, changed two girl’s lives and got a rare glimpse at how the other half live. To be honest, with Bond as the wind-tunnel it is, dresses aren’t all that great. Don’t get me wrong, females look amazing in dresses but I prefer, as most males will probably agree, the feeling of a bit of material keeping our pants around our legs and not blowing in our faces. I would like to thank Ash and Rachael for organizing the Bond team and for convincing me to Do It In A Dress. Also, a big thanks goes out to all those who donated throughout the week to us all and to everyone else for not judging me too harshly, well at least to my face (I saw all those cheeky glances, and covered snickers as I walked by and loved them!) - Stuart McKelvie
Youth of the Generation Let’s play a game of historical spot the difference... “We are, we are…” I know you’re all familiar enough with the song to know what comes next. We’re the Youth of the Nation. Sure, we’ll change the world someday, but in the meantime we’re busy filling the shoes of centuries of citizens before us; it’s a full time job and, although we get criticised for our antics, we really mean no harm. If proof is what you seek, then take a step back in time to visit our antique ancestors… Close those eager eyes of yours and take a few naughts off the date; you’re living in the slums of some medieval place. You’re ruled by a high-class nobility. You dare not preach anything but your King’s word. Damsels in distress pine after knights in shining armour. Jerk yourself back to the twenty-first century; you’re cringing at the back of your English classroom surrounded by the social anarchy we all suffered. Your knight sheds his armour to reveal the rippling muscles of a high-school footballer. The peasant holds a creepy parallel to the weird girl left sitting by herself at recesses (kudos to you if you were that weird girl). And you don’t need SpecSavers to see the golden crown on your Queen Bee’s head. Talk about déjà vu!
The brat pack scattered across headlines these days hardly give us omg-worthy stuff. Spare us the drama Amy Winehouse... Marilyn Monroe beat you to the punch. Apologies Bruno Mars, but Johnny Cash is already burning in a ring of fire with his cocaine. Our grandparents were getting hot and bothered at the local Passion Pit long before we learnt how to avoid the creaky stair late on a Friday night. Hands up who faked an ID? Well your grandpas beat you to it when they upped their age to be heroes in the war fifty years ago. The Witches of Salem were burnt at the stake because they were probably messing with too many magic mushrooms. Star-crossed lovers Romeo and Juliet just couldn’t follow their family’s advice. Cain and Abel’s issues could probably have been resolved with some serious therapy sessions. Zeus, the almighty God himself, told his father where to stick it. Centuries later we may not burn users at the stake, but nothing much has changed. You want even more proof? Do yourself a favour and ask your parents what herbal remedies they infused when they had bare feet and hair halfway down their backs. Their defensive quip will confirm your suspicions; before they traded
bongs for briefcases, they were the people we are warned about. Our instinctual reaction as hormonefuelled teens was to tell them go go eat their words, but perhaps we should go easy on them… One day we will have to watch our children make our mistakes too. It’s not hypocritical - it’s habitual. The hierarchy of society always has been, and probably always will be, mimicked in the youth of the generation. So tell your senile neighbor where to go the next time he shakes his fist at you; we are still living in the same world our ancestors fought against. Just beyond our doors dwell the kings, knights and peasants. We boast of walking on the moon, defying gravity, conquering illness - so how can we be the same race who still behaves like the chronological children we were all those years ago? I refuse to believe that we have to roll over in the beds that our ancestors made; surely it’s about the time to take a look in some huge cosmic mirror; let’s throw out the colloquial screenplay and find some golden material.
- Kelsie Realf
Picture this: you’re walking to your lecture and feel a cheeky vibrate in your pocket, pull out your phone – (*slide to unlock) – to see that people are liking your recent ‘status update’. But hold up, you haven’t been on Facebook in hours. Even then, that time was just when you accidentally opened a message, forcing you to reply because otherwise your mum would have seen that you’d read her message and disregarded it. So what can explain these likes? You’ve now opened the Facebook App but haven’t quite made it to your wall yet because, let’s face it; BondStudents is slower than an asthmatic turtle. Finally you get to your wall, your place of Zen, where you’re in total control of the photos people see and information they read…or so you think. Walking past the lake, you realize that some bastard has infiltrated your account and posted on your behalf – “Seen the doctor everyone and got a cream, so hopefully the itching will stop soon! Wish me luck!” . Your rage/embarrassment is only intensified as you’re sprayed by water from the fountain and pass through the wind tunnel created by the Arch, which generates enough force to blow a small child to New Zealand. We all have to deal with this experience; often weekly for some of the less fortunate out there, which is that of – the ‘frape’. Whether you’ve left your Facebook logged in on a computer or have generously lent your phone to a friend, the workings of a malevolent frapist can be detrimental. That is why we all must be equipped with the proper tools to take revenge on those who graffiti on our pristine walls. The following will be a guide to the things you must consider/involve when fraping. These have been formulated by those who have discovered the hidden mechanics of a masterful frape, which will enable each of you to attain a sense of retribution.
1. Subtlety is Key - there are two types of frapes in the world: 1) those that overtly incorporate the beauty of the human anatomy in various compromising situations or places and 2) those that sneak beneath the radar of what we would consider – the ‘normal’ frape. The latter is by far the more deadly. Beware and use the delicate art of subtlety. Here, your goal is to write something that, when read, is not thought to be a Frape but merely an incredibly strange thing to say, which will stick in the minds of others for generations to come. Try to use more innocent statements and symbols, which will enable your status to pass undetected through your friends’ frape filters but be caught by the “that person is odd” filter. 2. Find your Frapegoat: so as to ensure that you don’t ultimately get the blame for the frape, you must find an appropriate frapegoat. There must be valid and clear reasoning behind your choice. Do not rush this as this is your best line of defence should the frape turn sour. 3. Limit use of Frape Whistle: the Law of the Frape Whistle states that someone of kind heart and soul will always blow their Frape Whistle and alert the person involved. This person must be effectively silenced immediately. Remember: the longer the time the person doesn’t find it, the longer it is available for people to read and believe, equating to cyber success.
Hopefully this guide proves useful when next you are faced with a frape. But beware, even now many people are reading this and now too have the potential to make award-winning frapes… The stakes may have just got a little higher…whoops.
-- Ben Carter
It was a crowded restaurant in Brisbane where I first saw Angas. He was with another woman, and I knew he was hers, yet I couldn’t help but devour him with my eyes. I was surprised by the strength of my initial attraction; I wasn’t usually drawn to that dark, beefcake type, favouring their leaner counterparts. Later he passed close by me, this time in the warm clasp of a pretty waitress, and for the first time I smelled the warm aroma that emanated from his supple flesh. Even weeks later, the mere memory of this scent would make my pulse quicken and my palms sweat, and that night it awoke in me a hunger I had never before experienced. I made eye contact with the waitress, and after a brief but compelling conversation she agreed to unite us. It was agonising, waiting for her to fulfil her promise, but finally she brought him to me. Smouldering, he just sat there, not saying a word. I hadn’t really expected him to, what with him being a 500 gram steak and all, yet the profundity of his silence still struck me as something powerful. Having his heat so close to me was overwhelming, and I felt a little dizzy as all the blood rushed to my abdomen. I wanted him inside me. Salivating, I took up my cutlery as the waitress spread a napkin across my lap. “It can get a little… messy…” she murmured suggestively, meeting my eyes for the briefest of moments before leaving the two of us alone. My breathing came raggedly now, and I probed at his tender flesh gently with my fork. Gripping my knife tightly I moved my hand back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing vigour, biting my lower lip at the sight of the rich juice that so readily spilled
out. His heady scent was now overpowering, and it was with shaking hands that I raised my fork to my lips. The sensation was like nothing I’d known before, and I couldn’t fight the moan that rose from deep within my chest. His juices flooded my mouth, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through my moist, yielding tongue. Eyes rolling back in my head now, I took in a deep breath of anticipation, before tightening my throat muscles, and swallowing. Having him inside me was like an explosion of colour and light; I felt the spin of the earth and the aligning of the stars. Greedily, thighs clamped together tightly, I repeated the process over and over, savouring each mouthful and relishing the sensation of being gloriously, satisfyingly filled. Finally, I could take no more and collapsed back in my seat, panting and basking in the warm glow that seemed to radiate from my stomach right out to the very tips of my fingers. With trembling fingers I raised my serviette to my mouth, wiping away the remnants of my gluttony. Sighting my empty plate, the waitress approached. “Would you care for dessert?” she enquired, gathering my plate and cutlery. I glanced through the menu quickly. “Got any spotted dick?”
Cathya Lopez, from NYC by way of California, shares how everyone back home will be celebrating her favourite holiday.
And the countdown to Halloween begins… Well at least for me it does. When you ask people what their favourite holiday is the majority will respond with the usual “Christmas”, “New Years”, etc…. Uhm that’s really cute, but I freaking love Halloween! I mean, what isn’t there to like: candy, playing dress-up, haunted houses, jungle juice, house parties… Halloween is an event for all ages – from the little babies dressed up as pumpkins to the high-school hoochies, and even the family pets. October marks the perfect scenario for Halloween, the leaves are turning red, the sun stops shining earlier, the weather is chilly and the freaks come out at night. The night of Halloween begins with the little kids trick or treating up and down the blocks. The little kids will be the only ones who will actually appreciate you going the extra mile in decorating, so we love having the little kiddies around. Then, once the kids are tucked in bed and suffering from bellyaches from all the candy, the adults come out to play. People will head to the Halloween parade to see and be seen in their costumes. As you walk in the parade you wave at the crowd and take pictures with anyone and everyone. Once you have walked the soles of your shoes off, you head to the after party where you dance your butt off. By the time you get back home – that’s if you manage to get home - all you want to do is take off those damn heels that have been killing you all night and to take off your costume so you can put on those comfy PJs you’ve been dying to put on. So much preparation goes into Halloween and it always ends way too soon, so enjoy it while it lasts and be prepared to wait another 365 days until the next Halloween.
1. The Food
Probably the most outstanding factor, on-campus food, for lack of a better word, is shithouse. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes the Bra serves up a culinary treat (such as the now extinct penne bolognaise or critically endangered roti chanai). However, on the whole, the average meal from this establishment is far from good - nice, yum, edible even… whatever you want to call it. I have had a number of experiences involving uncooked steak and eggs, to the point of my steak leaking blood and the white of my yolks remaining semi-transparent. The alternative is off-campus dining. It offers many an option, but several students end up eating nothing, or at the Bra, back where they started. Nevertheless, at least these students have a multitude of options at their disposal and aren’t limited to the place where food-poison isn’t necessarily the exception and vegetarians wilt and fade away.
Verdict: Off Campus
2. The Living Arrangements
Now this is a tough one, because room sizes, access to bathrooms and other facilities differ on campus. The Blocks for example, include a small room, a typically revolting common room and even more horrifying communal bathroom. The Towers sport more upmarket accommodation, but the mood destroying ‘king single’ bed haunts each and every Res student. You can’t escape it, and it doesn’t matter how hard you try, two people don’t fit in it, comfortably at least. Just because you live off campus, doesn’t mean you’ll have it any better. I know one person, who lives in a converted basement, however in his defence, he does have his own bathroom, scenic lakeside views and a pet swan called Mohammad.
Verdict: Draw
3. Roommates
Both a blessing and a curse, roommates can make or break a living arrangement. This is where living on campus shines; you are never locked in to a roommate for longer than a semester. Leases can last for months when living off campus and you can be stuck with people who you would rather kill than live with any longer. There can be benefits, such as living in the same house as someone you are romantically linked to, but this can have a negative side also. In more extreme cases, roommates can become obsessive compulsive, infected with contagious diseases, permanently loud and all manner of undesirable
things. You can’t hide things from roommates either, they will find out things about you that they wish they never did and become privy to some classified information. Be careful who you live with.
Verdict: On Campus
4. Parents
Parents are interesting creatures; they can be caring, loving, thoughtful and generous whilst being nosy, irritating and occasionally intrusive at the same time. You can’t win this one. If you live off campus with no parents, you miss out on that delicious cooking and oh so helpful cleaning, but you can do what you want, when you want. If you live with your parents off campus, then you are probably more hygienic than the rest of us, but chances are you don’t have half as much fun. On-campus living, you stay clean (because of the lovely cleaners who will willingly lock you out of your corridor, given half the chance) but lack the home comforts and generosity of your parents. The reality is, you can’t win.
Verdict: Draw
5. General Cleanliness and Hygiene
As the final category of this review, hygiene is often neglected in the day-to-day life of university students. Students living on campus are blessed to have a United Nations-like composition of cleaners. These talented ladies have seen some very scary things, yet fearlessly enter into rooms around campus everyday to deal with what lies within. They can’t clean everything, but they do their best. Living off campus is risky. You have to balance shared living with a roommate who may or may not be as clean as you. You have dishes to wash, appliances to clean and bathrooms to deal with. My hint, bite the bullet and hire a cleaner once a month.
Verdict: On Campus So there it is! Make up your own mind and decide what is better for you. Choose your roommates wisely and try to preserve relationships. Campus life will get tedious after a while, but I know one thing for sure, I’ve still got a few more semesters left in me.
There is no escaping the fact the weather is heating up here on the Gold Coast. So for all you music lovers out there, that can only mean one thing Festival season is here! It’s become one of Australia’s favourite pastimes, with dozens of festivals on the calendar over the coming months – so which one do you choose? For some, if you don’t have your tickets already, you’re pretty much shit out of luck (unless you have an active eBay account or know a security guard working the door that day). But fear not… I have recruited former Bond student-turned-rock-star Alex Wall from the band Bleeding Knees Club to talk tips and preview some of the must see bands this summer, and where you can catch them. Having played the big three, Splendour in the Grass, Falls Festival and the Big Day Out over the last couple years, Alex is no stranger to the shenanigans that take place during a festival. Festivals seem to bring out all kinds of people, from all walks of life. Those who have been to a music festival before would be well aware of some of the weird and unpleasant types that graze the fields. It’s a fact that no one actually knows where they come from; so the Meredith Music Festival took the liberty to include a dickhead clause to their conditions of entry in a bid to weed them out.
\\Dickhead Policy\\
Festivals at the Meredith Supernatural Amphitheatre have a No Dickhead Policy. Essentially this is a self-policing policy whereby ‘the dickhead’ is not celebrated at the festival. Dickheads or people involved in dickhead behaviour will usually find that a solid citizen will firmly but politely inform them that their dickhead behaviour is not admired or appreciated. The Dickhead will usually realise they are being a dickhead and pull their head in. If not, our Helpers or Staff or even Security might make a discreet intervention. So if you are a Dickhead, this festival isn’t for you.
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Alex, what are your picks of the litter for this upcoming festival season?
Well my top festivals this year would be: Soundwave (February/March 2013) I’ve never actually been to SoundWave. But Blink 182 are playing and I think most people would have paid any money to go see them again. Also, this band called Cerbral Ballzy is playing. They are an amazing punk band from New York who put a really awesome live show on! As well as these two, the rest of the line-up is pretty great… And! There are NO dub step acts, which means there will be no freaks walking around with their shirts off chewing their faces. Golden Plains Festival (March 2013) This festival is really cool because it has only one stage, which is in this natural amphitheatre. So everyone sets up at the start of the day and watches all the bands on the entire bill over 3 days. Also there are some real good bands on the line up next year like, Dinosaur JR, Purity Ring, Wild Nothing and Dick Diver.
What super cool bands heading out are a must see?
Bands that I would suggest people see at festivals in 2013: Dinosaur JR @ Golden Plains Festival OFF! @ Big Day Out Cerebral ballzy -@ Soundwave Jeff the Brotherhood @ Big Day Out Twerps @ Laneway festival.
What are your Do’s and Do Not’s for any festival virgins out there? Tips for festivals: 1. Wear a t-shirt. 2. Get there early and see some bands that you don’t know, because it’s likely that those bands will be massive and popular the next year. 3. Wear comfy shoes. Girls, heels are stupid, you look retarded wearing them at festivals.
Girls- Bikinis are for going to the beach in, not a festival. 5. If you don’t have enough money for the festival, try and jump. Because it’s just as fun trying to jump into a festival as it is going to the festival itself.
I’m guessing you live by your rules. So have you ever jumped the fence?
I tried to jump Splendour one year, and as I jumped the fence I got head butted by a horse and it knocked me over, then the lady used her horse to herd me out of the festival. But that was kinda dumb on her behalf because a horse can’t run through a crowd well, and I can. So I ran into the crowd and had a good time. Do yourself a favour, let your hair down and get out there this season – you’ve earned it. But what ever you do, be safe, look after your mates and don’t be a dickhead! FYI some upcoming festivals include: Harvest Festival (http://www. harvestfestival.com.au/) Stereosonic (http://www.stereosonic. com.au/) Falls Festival (http://www.fallsfestival. com.au/) Summafieldayze (http://www. futureentertainment.com.au/ summadayze/2013/) Big Day Out (http://www.bigdayout. com/) St Jerome’s Laneways Festival (http:// www.lanewayfestival.com.au/) Soundwave (http://soundwavefestival. com/) Golden Plains (http://goldenplains.com. au/)
WEEK EIGHT Photographers: Thinesh Thillai | James Mulholland Events: Harena | Rugby 7s
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“Loved it. But what the fuck? No free wet pussy shots!” -Michelle Pham
Minecraft When people talk about what makes a great video game, the criteria for debate tends to include aspects such as the quality of the graphics, the detail of the narrative, character authenticity and controller accessibility to name a few. The game that I have chosen to review this week is one that I consider to be a genuinely fantastic game, despite the fact that it hardly meets any of the criteria that I have just mentioned. I talk of course about the greatest time-sink that god ever put 8-bit life into: Minecraft. Back in May when the game was released for Xbox 360, and I first told my friends about ‘this awesome new game I was playing,’ I was asked a few questions about it which I will now answer in this public forum as truthfully as I can. Q: Spazz, what’s the storyline? A: There is none. Q: Spazz, what are the graphics like? A: It’s a world made of nothing but cubes. You want to find something round? No dice. Q: Spazz, who are the characters? A: There’s only one character, his name is Steve. Steve doesn’t talk or anything, but you can dress him up in different little outfits and he tends to grunt when spiders are attacking him or he falls into lava. Q: Well Spazz, this game doesn’t sound very good… what can you do in it? A: ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING YOU WANT! Minecraft is a classic sandbox game, meaning that despite the fact the whole world is made of cubes; you can do whatever you want with those cubes! Some classic abodes my brother and I have conjured during our Sunday sessions include a satanic mountaintop fortress with a portal to the nether world of fire, an underwater glass-house complete with personal coal mine and pet wolf (‘Wolfgang’), and a stone orb dwelling lodged in a ravine sitting atop a cactus farm. Some dedicated lads and lasses (with the help of a few computer hacks I assume) have also managed to build famous landmarks both fictional and real, including the Statue of Liberty, Hogwarts castle and even the city of Minas Tirith from Lord of the Rings. Minecraft is a genius arcade creation developed and published by Mojang, which has the magical ability of turning minutes into hours while you play, so I wouldn’t be picking up a controller in week thirteen if I were you. All in all I give Minecraft an eight out of ten… the last two missing points I dedicate to the two exams I nearly tanked last semester due to excessive Minecraft play. Joke? I wish.
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While it may not have been December 1963, seeing the final performance of Jersey Boys in its Brisbane run was a night to remember. The critically acclaimed musical is currently on the Australian leg of its World Tour. Having already been to Sydney and Melbourne the show is moving on to Adelaide this year, then Perth and Melbourne for a second time in 2013.
continued... The show staged on QPAC’s Lyric Theatre is set in a time of jukeboxes and milk bars and follows the story of Frankie Valli and his three friends on their rise to fame. The show begins with the group struggling in the clubs of New York and follows their rise to being the global supergroup The Four Seasons. No rise to fame would be complete without group fallouts, money troubles and a visit from the Mafia. Jersey Boys does not disappoint. The musical shows the highs and lows of the group and explains the decision for the group to split and Frankie to go solo as Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. The focus of the musical is – of course – the music. The audience is treated to a range of songs from the entire discography of the group. The familiar hits of Sherry, Big Girls Don’t Cry, Working My Way Back To You and December 1963 (Oh, What A Night) are all included and sung to such a high standard you would think the performers were the original group. Each leading man has an incredible voice and the ability to be superstar in their own right outside of the stage. There wasn’t a lip-synching performer or auto-tuner to be heard. Jersey Boys is a feel good musical that takes you on a journey through a bygone era of music. The show is well worth price of the ticket and demonstrates to the world that Jersey should not be synonymous with The Jersey Shore. Definitely a five star performance!
Writer: Sawan Naker Have you ever wondered what the future holds in store for us? Will we have blown ourselves up or be thriving technologically? Will the seemingly eternal battle between freedom and privacy finally have a victor? This year’s number one Sci-Fi drama, Continuum, addresses these issues (and more!) in exhilarating, thought provoking, hour-long episodes! Our journey begins 65 years into the future, when governments have long since gone bankrupt, and corporations have risen from the ashes to take reign over the world. Freedom and human rights have been swept aside in favour of “Big Brother” surveillance. Yet, perhaps somewhat surprisingly, only a handful of individuals have decided to oppose this regime; they are known as ‘Liber8’. Liber8, labelled as terrorists by those in power, believe in freedom and human rights, and have even resorted to blowing up buildings in order to send their message. However, their latest act of terror has cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of innocents. They have been arrested and are to be executed. During the execution, they managed to use a mysterious device to travel back through time to the year 2012. As it turns out, they did not make this journey alone… Our protagonist, Kiera (played by the lovely Rachel Nichols), who was one of the guards present for the execution, was caught in the wormhole while attempting to stop the prisoners. To her dismay, she has been sent back in time, leaving her family behind in the future. Kiera makes it her mission to hunt down the terrorists and prevent them from wreaking havoc on the world as we know it, and more importantly, prevent them from changing the future. This might seem like an impossible task at first, until you realise that her standard issue body suit contains an arsenal of future technology that might just even the playing field against the highly intelligent, highly motivated, and highly talented terrorist group, Liber8. In the present, Kiera manages to make the perfect allies blend in and develop a strategy to protect her future world. The acting in this series is simply phenomenal and, despite having a serious tone, contains numerous instances of humour as the chemistry develops between Kiera and her new detective partner. This series recently completed its first season and is renewed for a second to begin next year. With the quality of television shows having deteriorated somewhat over the years, you might be thrilled to finally watch something worthy of your time. The series really makes you question how far you should go for the greater good, and whether Liber8 is actually good or bad. As mid-semester exams come to an end, this writer urges you to take a moment out of your life to sit down, relax, and enjoy one of the greatest Sci-Fi dramas ever created. 4.5 out of 5
- Hannah West An annual recognition of Bond’s sporting champions happens each October in the form of Blues Awards. University Blues are internationally recognised university level sporting awards for outstanding achievements of individual athletes at a high level. The tradition started in England, at the famous institutions Oxford and Cambridge where such awards are now recognised in the Commonwealth. Bond has been recognised as having elite and high achieving athletes for years. We have a strong history of high profile athletes attending or training at Bond - champion swimmer Grant Hackett, for example, has been awarded University Blues countless times since the mid nineties. It has become clear that Bond has a significant amount of Olympic and international students and alumni. In 2012 alone, we had a handful of athletes with significant ties to Bond compete at the London Olympics, and were fortunate to have three present at Blues Awards; Jade Neilsen (swimming), Mathew Belcher (sailing), and Ky Hurst (swimming). Held in the University Club last Thursday, staff, students, athletes, alumni, friends and family came together to recognise this year’s performances. The night was MC’ed by the Law Faculty’s Professor Jim Corkery with a panel Q and A type discussion with Olympians Jade and Mathew, and international handballer Annalese Smith which was a valuable experience for all in attendance. Special thanks must go to Jen Younger and Jackie Heffernan for their hard work to make the night memorable and enjoyable for all. The Blues Awards Committee consists of a BUSA representative, a Sports Centre Representative, the Sports Officer and the Campus Life Coordinator who had a tough job ahead of them this year as the quality of nominations was so high.
2012 BOND UNIVERSITY BLUES AWARDS Sportsman of the Year Alex Beck - Athletics Sportswoman of the Year Jade Neilsen - Swimming Australia II Commemorative Award: Bond Community – Outstanding Sporting Performance Mathew Belcher – Gold in the Men’s 470 Class Sailing at the 2012 London Olympics
University Blue Annalese Smith - Handball Jade Neilsen - Swimming Alex Beck - Athletics Ben Daley – Rugby Union University Half-Blue James Cornish - Athletics Simon Tooma – Touch Football Luke Evans – Rugby Union 7’s Mathew Stubbs - Rugby Union 7’s Veronica Kelly - Handball Claudia Jones - Netball Outstanding Service to Sport Hannah West
Champion Club Touch Football Sporting Silk Megan Ball - Netball Mary Grant – Touch Football Michael Puhle - AFL Max Wolthers – Rugby Union
Congratulations to all award winners. We look forward to another great year of sport in 2013!
“It is beautiful because it is simple—you can play anywhere as long as you have a ball, and if you don’t happen to have one, you can make one” – Pelé With over 120 members from at least 20 different countries, the Bond University Soccer Club, with Michael Presta at the helm, is one of the largest and most diverse clubs at the University. This group of individuals reiterates on a weekly basis why soccer truly is a world game. In a country where there are three more popular football codes to compete with, it is an honour to be involved in this uncommon celebration of “the beautiful game”. It is a place where you are welcome regardless of your shape, size, disability, ethnicity or gender. Everyone is able to run out and show off their skills in a friendly, spirited and competitive environment. The number of friendships and bonds you develop along the way cannot be emphasised enough. Neither can the amount of balls lost in the lake (someone really has to talk to them about putting that fence in!) The Bond World Cup was initiated about 3 years ago by a few students who would gather on the soccer fields for a kick about and decided they needed to add some structure. It has since transformed into an organised league that is run from week 2 to week 11 of the semester, provided Bond hasn’t outsourced the facilities (#Moolahhunters). Teams are divided by generic geographical locations: Vatican City, Scandinavia, Mongolia and The Middle East are some of the teams that have featured in recent semesters. This season has not failed to impress and has been as exhilarating as any. At the half way stage of the season, we have Oman leading the way on 15 points, with Vatican City, Mongolia and Team Germany in hot pursuit all tied on 12 points. Australia has one win in the bag and is on 3 points, while the UN (United Nations) is yet to get off the mark. The season culminates with the best two teams playing the Grand Final on Sunday of week 11. If the quality of soccer does not have you grinning like a shot fox, perhaps the barbie and esky of ice-cold beer in the sun with quality people will do it. The next time you find yourself bored, restless or hung-over on a Saturday arvo, head down to the fields between 11am and 3pm, it will be worth your while. -– Manav Devaraj
Ola Mo Bros and Mo Sistas! Happy last day of clean shaven-ness, tomorrow comes the time when we will all unite to throw away our razors and begin the wild journey into Movember! To kick things off we will be hosting a launch night tomorrow at Blackboard from 6.30pm. Everyone is welcome so come down and have a beer as we tell you a bit more about what we have in stall for this years moustache season. In the meantime be sure to jump onto the Movember website and register under the ‘Bond Mo’ team! See you tomorrow, May the Mo be with you! Andy Dennis Mo Bro