Mt Isa Cup

There was a gathering with my colleagues yesterday. I do not like horse racing, they kept asking me to join them for a few weeks, so I was there. The Mt Isa Cup is held once a year, "Why I am being here" I thought, the fact is that I do not drink or bet..."I must look funny to the others who are passing my table as stealing a look from one another." I recognized some of them working at the hospital, and they looked different today as having kind of costumes-like something on; to me, that was exaggerated, part of the reasons for that was because of their haughty acts and snooty tones. Fortunately, they are not working with me at the same department...

Why drinking?! For special occasions? To prove yourself what? Freedom or determination? Relax or power? They yell, disturb others and cause violence at the end of the day, especially I found one of the community problems in Mt Isa is indigenous people being alcoholic. When I looked at them hysterically drinking, this global issue seemed to be never-ending, in fact, from generations to generations infinitely.

That was my obervation though! I know, you have seen the fact.