16 today...............
Don't feel older......
maybe a little taller.........
Wow.....
i can now legally...........
drive........
and other stuff............................... ;)
Got twilight on DVD too.......
April 30, 2009
April 29, 2009
On the eve of my 16th birthday......
GOALS FOR LAST YEAR:
- Lose 10kg
- Be Kissed PROPERLY
- See at least ONE band off my MUST SEE BEFORE I DIE list
- Watch ALL of Sex and the City
- Meet New People
And amazingly i managed to do ALL these things (and more).
So now....
GOALS FOR THIS YEAR:
- Loose AT LEAST another 10kg
- Learn to sew
- Pass School Certificate
- Loose my viginity
- Read as many books as possible off my list
xoxo
♥Aly
April 28, 2009
Holiday Wrap Up!
Back At School Today....
Already exhausted, confused and tired.
Was greeted by the DELIGHTFUL attitudes of people who really need to get their priorities right and 10 homework questions for maths :(
Other than that I REALLY miss holidays (and sleeping) and school already seems painful! lol.
On the up-and-up, my birthday's soooooon!!!!!!
wow. 16......... getting old.........
xoxo
♥Aly
Already exhausted, confused and tired.
Was greeted by the DELIGHTFUL attitudes of people who really need to get their priorities right and 10 homework questions for maths :(
Other than that I REALLY miss holidays (and sleeping) and school already seems painful! lol.
On the up-and-up, my birthday's soooooon!!!!!!
wow. 16......... getting old.........
xoxo
♥Aly
April 25, 2009
DESPARATELY SEEKING...........Romance!
Does anyone else totally miss romance?
You remember romance....
that thing we used to wish for before all we wanted was a hot fuck and a hand job?
Romance is the thing that drove us all to read Twilight thirty-zillion times JUST to hear Edward say "You are my life now..."
It's the reason we all cry in the last episode of Sex In The City when Carrie Bradshaw is standing on that bridge in Paris and Mr. Big stares into her eyes and says "Your the one, Carrie"
And what girl wouldn't kill to be Juliet when Romeo turns up at midnight to swear his love to her... ................................................*girly sigh*
SO why, as we get older and thus experience new things, do we tend to completely disregard it???
When did it all become "as much as you can, as fast as you can do it"?
Now "hanging out" means REALLY "hanging out" and instead of asking "oh how was you day?" we ask "oh how much did you do?"
What's sadder is that I never cared about it before now.
Before now, romance has never really mattered to me; i thought it was something nice that only had a place in films and books. All i wanted was the physical.
The touch. The feel. The sensations.
But strangely, it is when i finally get these things that i realise i want more...
I've realised that i WANT butterflies!
You remember romance....
that thing we used to wish for before all we wanted was a hot fuck and a hand job?
Romance is the thing that drove us all to read Twilight thirty-zillion times JUST to hear Edward say "You are my life now..."
It's the reason we all cry in the last episode of Sex In The City when Carrie Bradshaw is standing on that bridge in Paris and Mr. Big stares into her eyes and says "Your the one, Carrie"
And what girl wouldn't kill to be Juliet when Romeo turns up at midnight to swear his love to her... ................................................*girly sigh*
Romance is that feeling you get at the very thought of that one person who gives you butterflies...
SO why, as we get older and thus experience new things, do we tend to completely disregard it???
When did it all become "as much as you can, as fast as you can do it"?
Now "hanging out" means REALLY "hanging out" and instead of asking "oh how was you day?" we ask "oh how much did you do?"
When did we swap flowers for fellatio?
AND WHEN THE HELL DID SKITTLES BECOME SEXTOYS!?
It's Pathetic.
and above all
It's sad.
What's sadder is that I never cared about it before now.
Before now, romance has never really mattered to me; i thought it was something nice that only had a place in films and books. All i wanted was the physical.
The touch. The feel. The sensations.
But strangely, it is when i finally get these things that i realise i want more...
I've realised that i WANT butterflies!
April 22, 2009
April 21, 2009
April 16, 2009
April 13, 2009
April 12, 2009
Ida Maria - Better When You're Naked
Love this too! xoxo ♥Aly
Oh the clever
things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you
Oh I'm nervous
I don't know what to do
Light a cigarrette
I only smoke when I'm with you
What the hell do I do this for?
You're just another guy
OK, you're kind of sexy
But you're not really special
But I won't mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home
I won't mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off'
Cause I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
Oh the clever
things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you
Oh I'm nervous
I don't know what to do
Light a cigarrette
I only smoke when I'm with you
What the hell do I do this for?
You're just another guy
OK, you're kind of sexy
But you're not really special
But I won't mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home
I won't mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off'
Cause I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
April 11, 2009
The Streets - Everything Is Borrowed
Really Love This Song - xoxo ♥Aly
This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
And we keep shrinkin’ and shrinkin’ but this will not finish.
You’re never nothing, if you didn’t disappear.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
Just when I’m loving life, it seems to start raining.
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I’m into the stars.
I love the rain on my scars.
The sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets.
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
I want to notice chances I’ve passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it homeso I can marry and know
That I noticed every chancethat I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
and then I’ll have had it with roaming
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
I want to speak every cliche but tweak if i’ve seen change
in new way it could be said.
If it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street
or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny,
wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
I don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at …
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
If spit like luck, you can only seem,
to borrow it, you can’t keep it.
When the wind of change whistles into play
will I blink or flinch away?
The wind of change won’t whistle me away
if I spin my tails and sail.
And sail away, let yesterday become today.
I came to this world with nothing
and i leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
As time will say, nothing but
I told you so
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Artist / Band : The Streets
Title : Everything Is Borrowed
Album : Everything Is Borrowed
This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
And we keep shrinkin’ and shrinkin’ but this will not finish.
You’re never nothing, if you didn’t disappear.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
Just when I’m loving life, it seems to start raining.
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I’m into the stars.
I love the rain on my scars.
The sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets.
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
I want to notice chances I’ve passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it homeso I can marry and know
That I noticed every chancethat I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
and then I’ll have had it with roaming
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
I want to speak every cliche but tweak if i’ve seen change
in new way it could be said.
If it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street
or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny,
wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
I don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at …
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
If spit like luck, you can only seem,
to borrow it, you can’t keep it.
When the wind of change whistles into play
will I blink or flinch away?
The wind of change won’t whistle me away
if I spin my tails and sail.
And sail away, let yesterday become today.
I came to this world with nothing
and i leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
As time will say, nothing but
I told you so
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Artist / Band : The Streets
Title : Everything Is Borrowed
Album : Everything Is Borrowed
Wow................
It's been a whole year since I met this kid - and already he means so much to me!
Love You Rohan!
xoxo
♥Aly
BOOKS YOU MUST READ: Part One
♥ The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
♥ Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
♥ Notes from the Teenage Underground by Simmone Howell
♥ The Cave by Susan Gervay
♥ The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
♥ Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
♥ Notes from the Teenage Underground by Simmone Howell
♥ The Cave by Susan Gervay
♥ The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
April 10, 2009
NEW HEART THROB! ♥♥♥
Tom Sturridge who plays Carl in The Boat That Rocked
Which i just saw and must say is very much awesome!
xoxo
♥Aly
April 9, 2009
Yes!
Holidays! FINALLY!
Two weeks of no school and loads of sleep and free time!
EVENTS:
- My Party!
- Easter!
- Rep Shows!
- Sydney!
- "Plans"!
Also, hopefully I'll get to write more!
Two weeks of no school and loads of sleep and free time!
EVENTS:
- My Party!
- Easter!
- Rep Shows!
- Sydney!
- "Plans"!
Also, hopefully I'll get to write more!
April 6, 2009
Interpretation of the Topic: Difference
[Difference n. The state or relation of being different; dissimilarity.]
Diversity; asymmetry; deviation; non-conformity; antithesis; dissemblance; aberration; divergence.
Difference.
It both unites and divides us.
It’s what makes some people special and others “freaks”.
It causes wars and yet creates life itself.
Throughout this folio I have explored difference in an array of different forms. From difference within relationships in the heart-wrenching Go Ask Alice to social and political contrasts and changes in the film Hair, a fun yet passionate film set in the time of the conscription to Vietnam; and the article Women the Life of the Party about Julia Gillard and the rising number of other women in politics who are pushing the “glass ceiling” higher and higher. This theme of “breaking the glass ceiling” is echoed in Role Model Leona to Teach Kids Hope.
The untitled poem by an unknown author will resonate as one of the most powerful piece of writing I will ever read and highlights the difference between the innocent world of infancy and the corrupting world of adolescence and eventual adulthood.
My composing task forced me to think about and discuss my personal feelings of difference; this time in regard to my relocation from the city to The Hunter six years ago; an experience I found difficult to say the least.
I originally felt this assignment would be simple; merely a collage of racism, sexism and general prejudice. As it happens, while this discrimination is based on difference, there is much more to the subject area. This assignment has helped me to see some of the more positive differences in our world.
This said, it also illuminated some even darker differences. The untitled poem brings to light the disillusionment of adolescence and the pain of growing up in contrast to the innocence of childhood. Meanwhile, young girl is isolated and lost in a world she doesn’t understand; abandoned through her parents’ ignorance in Go Ask Alice because of the dissimilarity between a new generation and their elders.
Concluding, although too often the negative differences in our lives far out way the positive; human life requires difference. Without difference we are not all the same; we do not exist. Without difference there is no evolution, no growth; without difference there is nothing.
♥
April 5, 2009
April 4, 2009
Ugh.....
I'm all sick and stuff.
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Thank You to Rohan, Briggs, Serene and Scoshie for looking after me at rep!
I love you all.
xoxo
♥Aly
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Thank You to Rohan, Briggs, Serene and Scoshie for looking after me at rep!
I love you all.
xoxo
♥Aly
April 3, 2009
April 2, 2009
April 1, 2009
Down The Rabbit Hole... A Poem!
Alice was a little girl
Who often felt alone.
Who cried herself to sleep at night
And never felt at home
Alice was a little girl
Whose mother just would not care
Who was never good enough for her
And invisible to that boys stare
Alice was a little girl
Who moved across the state
Who had never been so happy
And loved her new blank slate
Alice was a little girl
Who went to stay with Gran
Who was asked to come and party
Which is where it all began!
Alice was a little girl
Who was spiked with LSD
Who tripped out without knowing
And swore she’d never be.
Alice was a little girl
Who shortly went back home
Who got a little curious
And that scared her to the bone
Alice was a little girl
Who met a girl named Chris
Who gave her pills and things to smoke
And a new boy to kiss.
Alice was a little girl
Who thought she loved the boy
Who’d do anything for him
Though she was just his toy
Alice was a little girl
Who sold “ups” to little kids
Who was left all torn and tattered
And hurt by things he did
Alice was a little girl
Who ran away with Chris
Who was drugged and raped and beaten
And who’s life had gone amiss
Alice was a little girl
Who found her way back home
Who promptly ran away again
One last trip and she was gone
Alice was a little girl
Who didn’t know the date
Who gradually lost her mind
And knew no love, just hate
Alice was a little girl
Who just wanted her mum
Who walked right across her county
And confessed that she’d been dumb
Alice was a little girl
Who tried hard to get clean
Whose sanity would slip away
And show her things unseen
Alice was a little girl
Whose “friends” wanted her back
Who was spike again with LSD
And sent to see a “quack”
Alice was a little girl
Who got sent far away
Who didn’t like the “funny house”
And swore she was okay
Alice was a little girl
Who saw a little hope
Who got her life right back on track
And thought that she could cope
Alice was a little girl
Who’d just turned seventeen
Who had been to hell and beck
And everywhere in between
Alice was a little girl
Who grew up way too fast
Who never really saw the light
Such a life could never last
Alice died a little girl
And no one quite knows why
One day she was happy
By the next she’d said goodbye
Alice was a little girl
Who fell down the rabbit hole
But she didn't find her wonderland
Just morbid resolve.
[Inspired by the novel Go Ask Alice, author unknown, first published 1972]
Who often felt alone.
Who cried herself to sleep at night
And never felt at home
Alice was a little girl
Whose mother just would not care
Who was never good enough for her
And invisible to that boys stare
Alice was a little girl
Who moved across the state
Who had never been so happy
And loved her new blank slate
Alice was a little girl
Who went to stay with Gran
Who was asked to come and party
Which is where it all began!
Alice was a little girl
Who was spiked with LSD
Who tripped out without knowing
And swore she’d never be.
Alice was a little girl
Who shortly went back home
Who got a little curious
And that scared her to the bone
Alice was a little girl
Who met a girl named Chris
Who gave her pills and things to smoke
And a new boy to kiss.
Alice was a little girl
Who thought she loved the boy
Who’d do anything for him
Though she was just his toy
Alice was a little girl
Who sold “ups” to little kids
Who was left all torn and tattered
And hurt by things he did
Alice was a little girl
Who ran away with Chris
Who was drugged and raped and beaten
And who’s life had gone amiss
Alice was a little girl
Who found her way back home
Who promptly ran away again
One last trip and she was gone
Alice was a little girl
Who didn’t know the date
Who gradually lost her mind
And knew no love, just hate
Alice was a little girl
Who just wanted her mum
Who walked right across her county
And confessed that she’d been dumb
Alice was a little girl
Who tried hard to get clean
Whose sanity would slip away
And show her things unseen
Alice was a little girl
Whose “friends” wanted her back
Who was spike again with LSD
And sent to see a “quack”
Alice was a little girl
Who got sent far away
Who didn’t like the “funny house”
And swore she was okay
Alice was a little girl
Who saw a little hope
Who got her life right back on track
And thought that she could cope
Alice was a little girl
Who’d just turned seventeen
Who had been to hell and beck
And everywhere in between
Alice was a little girl
Who grew up way too fast
Who never really saw the light
Such a life could never last
Alice died a little girl
And no one quite knows why
One day she was happy
By the next she’d said goodbye
Alice was a little girl
Who fell down the rabbit hole
But she didn't find her wonderland
Just morbid resolve.
[Inspired by the novel Go Ask Alice, author unknown, first published 1972]
Ha! I Made Goodwin Cry!
"This is a fantastic and incredibly sad poem. Poignant is probably the more appropriate word. It’s a tragic tale about the inevitability of maturity and one child’s journey. Sadly, all children have to take this funhouse ride eventually, but it ends differently for each of them. I love this poem. You didn’t write it, did you? However, it’s so bleak, I’m almost choking up reading it. God! The part about the boy’s father tucking him in because he’s always there to do it – and soon after that it’s all school grades and smoking… wow!
I tuck my son in every single night and read him a bedtime story… reading something like this has really knocked me sideways. I’m going to have to go away and recover.
But, you know what, THAT’S WHAT POETRY IS MEANT TO DO!
Read something hilarious next time, would you? And share it with me, because you’ve put me in a mood!"
~ From my english teacher in response to the poem in the previous post!
xoxo
♥Aly
I tuck my son in every single night and read him a bedtime story… reading something like this has really knocked me sideways. I’m going to have to go away and recover.
But, you know what, THAT’S WHAT POETRY IS MEANT TO DO!
Read something hilarious next time, would you? And share it with me, because you’ve put me in a mood!"
~ From my english teacher in response to the poem in the previous post!
xoxo
♥Aly
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