Essay

To tackle the housing affordability, first of all, it is crucial to lift the supply of housing as it will release the pressure on the housing price. Nevertheless, the supply of housing is inelastic as it requires an adequate fund, time, approval from the Government. Besides, the housing system is heavily dependent on the private sector. Thus, the Government should provide initiatives for housing providers to shift the supply of houses in the market. Australia would follow the policies from other countries to tackle the housing affordability. However, it has to fit in the Australian context. These policies might work well in other places but it does not mean that it will be applicable in Australia. The Singapore Government has a public

1. Understand how legislation, frameworks, codes of practice and policies relate to positive behaviour support.

“No. Not now. The garrison soldiers are listening to us.” my brother said walking in our private room. “Anyways I’m not letting my little brother get in trouble.” he said in with a happy grin. My brother is the leader of the group in our area. “I know it isn’t good to wait but we need to act in secrecy.” Then something was happening is the center of town while we were walking to our homes.

“On February 11th, 2015 I infiltrated the cartel as a low level coke pusher. Within a few weeks I had worked my way up to the leader of all operations in southeastern California. This quick progression caught the attention of my superiors which was exactly what I wanted. The plan was to meet all of them and take them all down at one time. But that changed when right before the first meeting, some new intel came in that they were small fish compared to who we could get. So, at the meeting no team came in to arrest them and I continued my work of moving up in the cartel. A year after that I was meeting the man in charge Ismael Garcia. We were meeting in an old warehouse to discuss our growth and budget. I had contacted the FBI with all the details and I was simply to stall so they could set up a perimeter. It’s still a mystery to me today how but somehow they got wind that they were setup. Their response was to kidnap me on the way to the meeting. As I turned into the warehouse lot, two vans pulled up next me, opened my door and put a bag over my head. The next thing I know I’m sitting in a dark room with in empty chair in front of me. About five minutes later a guy comes in threatening me with a gun to my head saying they knew I was the rat, and so I said , “No, no it wasn’t me. You guys know me. I’ve been here for two years you really

Oh great it’s the sergeant is chasing me great why can’t I get a break.i’m really tired. I’ve been running all day. Okay he is getting close perfect a bunch of bushes.know he’s stopping what is he doing at this point. Yeah yeah hover right over the bushes where I am okay I should stop. Why does he breath so heavy seriously who does that it’s like a he’s blowing a tornado.finally he’s leaving seriously I was going to get blown away from that guy i don’t even know why i’m still talking about this. That was weird.time to get back on track. Yay more walking to the armory seriously this all happened in one day.okay i’m finally at the armory. You're kidding me there is no ammo our guns. So now I have to get ammo from the bodies gross still in one day.now i’m at the raid site my legs are on fire i’m so tired okay back on track. Time to pull the gun from the body. okay pulling the bodies cold gripping flesh this is completely normal done did it never going to forget that.now I got new ammo and a gun one clean shot should do it. Oh I see him. Boom! Done it’s over. Perfect timing a time window time to really go home. Finally back at the lab. Time to go to bed. It feels good to be in my time

I heard knock at my office door. Now this is when I get annoyed, no one is supposed to bother me when I was in my office. Unless it was a matter of importance or the training of the new recruits or fleshies as we call them. ''Come on in '' I said. Parker Luciani walked into my office. He was Caucasian, British-Italian with shoulder length black hair. He has chocolate-brown eyes and was dressed in a black-blue shirt under a green BSAA jacket and blue jeans with sneakers. He had a smirk on his face and two coffees in his

POW! BANG!RATATATATATATa! Machine gun fire and mine blasts covered the freshly snowed on mountain side. It was mid-summer but there was still snow all over the place. In fact there had just been a blizzard. But that’s what the weather was like here in northern Russia. Agent 001 had scarcely made it out of the flaming Indian base when the hills echoed with gun shots. He had accomplished the main part of his mission, destroying secret files that contained nuclear launch codes, but the part of getting away without getting killed was going to be the hard part.

It was a dark, chilly, Friday night. The air was fresh, like green grass on a farm in the morning. Outside of the bunk, buildings cracked and fell onto the deserted streets below. The dust of the buildings waft through the air compacting Simons lungs. It was just about all over. Simon stood on top of the holding his last shot. Soon he would have ended all of this corruption against the government. They were called “The Troopers. Lead by Cristiano Pullar, the most evil man alive. He had torched, bullied, lied, the local citizens of Luifio. Many lives had been lost fighting against the Troopers, including Simon's mum and dad. The only person left from his family was his 10 year old brother James. It had all started in 2065…

Chris’s special ops team had tried to search for him all day, but still no clue as to where he would be. As for me I had been going in around the buildings and saw one of the most horrible sights, which I could never forget. Literally, an army of dead bodies situated in the middle of the road. If I had remembered correctly, this had been the route I had taken to come to the air base. These bodies were not here before. This must have happened last night. Unconsciously, I had started to suspect Chris of being responsible for something like this.

The prisoner on the very left began crying, sobbing like a child. The Captain was not swayed by his weeping. She continued. “There is one bullet in this gun,” she said, overwhelming the faint cacophony of gunfire that murmured in the background. “One by one, I will point this gun at your heads. One by one, I will pull the trigger. All you have to do to stop me, is tell me the location of your nuclear devices.”

“We’re at the Cultural Center’s Headquarters, a philanthropic organization that donates money to different religions across the country.” His eyes widened in realization of what this ignoble criminal was about to do. “He’s going to attack the building!” said Sergeant Collins, pulling the words right out of the Detective’s mouth. “I’ll go in, but you must stay here, because you really need to rest up on that leg.” said the judicious Detective Farthing. Sergeant Collins reluctantly agreed. The Detective exited the car with the two AK-47’s, and raced into the building. He gave the secretary at the desk one of the guns and promptly told the clueless secretary to use it on his signal. She was somewhat reluctant, but the genial secretary had a feeling that she knew he was a good guy. She kindly and surprisingly calmly asked him why he was doing this. Detective Farthing said “We believe there is going to be a terrorist attack on your association.” As soon as the words left his mouth, a malevolent attacker walks in and violently raises his gun. Before he can shoot at the Detective though, the secretary knocked him out with a blow to the back of the head! “Thank you.” said Detective Farthing. “You helped me catch this reprehensible criminal. He certainly deserves to go in jail, for not only has he led an attempted terrorist attack, but he has also stolen 20,000 dollars from the bank!” The woman smiled and said “It was kind of fun,

We need you to infiltrate the White House, find the serum, and destroy it.” I was right, they want me to go on a suicide mission against the government of The United States of America. “Why me?” I ask.“Because,” she replies, “it's in your blood.” “What does my blood have to do with anything? I retort. “Your mom worked for the CIA, she was a spy. She was undercover amongst the Human Purity organization. When she found out about the serum, she tried to destroy it, which resulted in her death.” She stops then. What! My mom was NOT a spy, she was a computer analyst, and she died in a car crash, I even saw her car. “You're lying.” I said, my voice terse. “My mom was a computer analyst, she died in a car crash!” I am yelling now. “You think you can concoct this bogus story of my mother, to get me to do your bidding?!” I say, rising to my feet. “Well, guess what: I'm not doing it. I don't want to be a hero, or a martyr. You can find someone else!” I shout at her. She starts toward me “Don't you dare touch me.” I snap, my voice tense and

During the middle of the night at the Ernesto familia lab, there was a loud explosion. A teenage girl around the age of thirteen, followed by multiply kids walked out of the smoke. She turned towards the kids and kneeled beside one of them. “Okay, you guys wait here until the police shows up. They should be here in the next few minutes.” She smiled at them before turning and running into the woods. One she was a few feets away, she stopped and took out her phone. “The missions was completed, Boss.” “Excellent job. The money has been transferred into your account. See you in a few days. “Wait, Boss. I quit.” She hanged up the phone before he could say anything and smiled. I’m finally free.

This report is based on the book; See No Evil, by Robert Baer. To be honest, I didn't read Baer's book. I listened to the audio version which has Robert Baer himself reading his book. While flying commuter and mail flights, I was able to listen to Baer’s adventures in the Middle East. There is a distinct similarity between this book and Harvey Kushner's Holy War on the Homefront, being that despite all the warnings our intelligence officers have supplied to our government agencies, there seems to be little or no action taken to stop

The doors flew open to the security checkpoint and she was able to pick up her pace. The savory smell of buttery popcorn and hot dogs blended perfectly with the sweet aromas of cotton candy and soda. The guard at the door ushered her to the side after looking through her bag. He pulled out the gun from within and started to say into his walkie-talkie, “Fellas, I think we’ve found Mr. X,” but not before Reese could pull out her badge and, after careful examination, was waved through. They had been warned, she realised, about Mr. X. They know he, or she, should be here tonight She had even overheard some terrified fans sporting 1D merchandise talking about him. Their hands trembled as the words spilled from their mouths, knowing that tonight might be their lasts.