"Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy, launch your assault now, take it easy. Raise your weapon, raise your weapon, one word and it's over. rippin' through like a missile, rippin' through my heart, rob me of this love. Raise your weapon, raise your weapon... And it's over.
Love your ego, you won't feel a thing, always number one, the pen with a bent wrist crooked king, sign away our peace, for your war, one word and it's over.
Dropping your bombs now, on all we've built, how does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn? Raise your weapons, raise your weapons... And it's over."
Deadmaus...an absolutely amazing artist.
Funny story really about the Deadmaus album 4x4=12. I bought it about 12 months ago for a friend. A friend who I now have nothing to do with. It is a bit like a custody battle. I want (well wanted) that album!
So last week I ventured to Penrith, technically on my way to uni, technically avoiding the institution of education.
I walked straight into JB and i bought it.
Now for those that know me, I don't pay attention, in general. I look at my feet when I walk and when I am standing still I just zone out.
Well my vague stupidity really dropped me in hell after buying the album.
Watching my feet to make sure, shit I don't know, they were walking or something I walked out of JB, head down and BAM!
Straight into what could have been considered a brick wall but no, it was a person!
Not just any person.
The person who is in custody of our first copy of the album.
WHAT ARE THE DAMN CHANCES!
WHY MUST MY LIFE BE HAUNTED!
WHY CAN'T THAT PERSON JUST DISAPPEAR....OR WHY CAN'T I JUST FIND A BILLION DOLLARS SO I CAN MOVE SO FAR AWAY FROM IT ALL THAT I CAN ACTUALLY SMILE ABOUT WHAT HAS HAPPENED!
Anyway, this song is my favourite track, it has been since I first heard the album...are the lyrics ironic or what?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Vandalism Article
Vandalism in quiet mountains suburb
Youth boredom in the Blue Mountains wreaked havoc in the quiet neighbourhood of Blackheath on Saturday, August 6. The group of young teenagers vandalised three streets in the upper mountain's town.
Leterboxes and garbage bins were scatterd around the place as the group rampaged up and down the streets.
the rampage began in the early hours of Saturday morning around 3am, jolting residents out of their sleep to witness the commotion in their neighbourhood.
Local police began patrolling he targeted streets shortly after 4 o'clock.
One resident, Mr John Schwartzkoff woke to see his neighbour's letterbox sitting pierced through his motor vehicle's front passenger window.
Mr Schwartzkoff said, "This just doesn't happen in Blackheath. I think we are all a little shocked because it's just not happend befor."
Th youth also broke into the Uniting Church in the centre of town, damaged and vandlised the property.
Residents are fearful adn concerned, wanting to know the cause of this rampage.
Police were called to a house party in Leura earlier on friday evening. The party was shut down by police who moved the youths on to the train station.
From the station, the youths got on a train and got off in Blackheath where there was another house party.
A teenager who attende the party in Leura said, "The police turned up, ruined one party so heaps moved on to the next."
"We have nothing to do except go to parties and everyone and anyone is there. There is always problems because people don't like people," said the 19-year-old male.
All we have is parties and if you create drama you get kicked out. Then what are you going to do?"
Police are no pursuing an investigation.
By Hannah Webb
residents letter box having been ripped from the ground
The image that most residents woke to on Saturday morning
A letterbox pierced through a motor vehicle's front passenger window
Youth boredom in the Blue Mountains wreaked havoc in the quiet neighbourhood of Blackheath on Saturday, August 6. The group of young teenagers vandalised three streets in the upper mountain's town.
Leterboxes and garbage bins were scatterd around the place as the group rampaged up and down the streets.
the rampage began in the early hours of Saturday morning around 3am, jolting residents out of their sleep to witness the commotion in their neighbourhood.
Local police began patrolling he targeted streets shortly after 4 o'clock.
One resident, Mr John Schwartzkoff woke to see his neighbour's letterbox sitting pierced through his motor vehicle's front passenger window.
Mr Schwartzkoff said, "This just doesn't happen in Blackheath. I think we are all a little shocked because it's just not happend befor."
Th youth also broke into the Uniting Church in the centre of town, damaged and vandlised the property.
Residents are fearful adn concerned, wanting to know the cause of this rampage.
Police were called to a house party in Leura earlier on friday evening. The party was shut down by police who moved the youths on to the train station.
From the station, the youths got on a train and got off in Blackheath where there was another house party.
A teenager who attende the party in Leura said, "The police turned up, ruined one party so heaps moved on to the next."
"We have nothing to do except go to parties and everyone and anyone is there. There is always problems because people don't like people," said the 19-year-old male.
All we have is parties and if you create drama you get kicked out. Then what are you going to do?"
Police are no pursuing an investigation.
By Hannah Webb
Sunday, July 24, 2011
And a record is broken.
No this post is not about Cadel Evans. I will start this post however on this happy note and congratulate him...yes yes, you pedalled your pedals well and you rode a bloody bike.
Funny! This post has started how the majority (all) of the television news bulletins have started. A story about a boy on a bike.
Can I please just point out that there was a record breaking massacre in Norway yesterday!
Did everyone just bi-pass the 90 something victims and the amazing images of people swimming away from the crazed gunman?
The effort put in by Cadel Evans is phenomenal and I for one would have buckley's chance of even making it up the first hill on day one. As an avid sport nut I am very patriotically proud but my moral bones and consciousness are starting to break through again.
A bike ride is not headlining news!
This 'thing' in Oslo, Norway is just...
...undescribable.
I missed the news last night because I was watching the rugby (see, I swear I do love my sport!). I saw my first dose of footage today, in the afternoon, as the 3rd story in the news bulletin.
Following Amy Winehouse makes sense, after all it was todays 'breaking story'.
Did anyone see that footage?
Who cares about pixilation, distortion and clarity. It is clear that they were bodies and that there was people in the water trying to swim away from the shore. I cried, I got angry, I fought for justice from my comfortable couch obviously not surrounded or threatened by a gun possessed maniac.
The victims, the interviews, the pain.
This story is not just a story because of the historical records it has exceeded but because of its impact on mankind. The effect that this is going to have on every single human being on this planet.
So a guy rode a bicycle. That makes people proud, just like the winner next year will make more people proud.
What has happened in Oslo will effect every race, every sex, every age, every person.
Now that to me is grounds to headline!
Funny! This post has started how the majority (all) of the television news bulletins have started. A story about a boy on a bike.
Can I please just point out that there was a record breaking massacre in Norway yesterday!
Did everyone just bi-pass the 90 something victims and the amazing images of people swimming away from the crazed gunman?
The effort put in by Cadel Evans is phenomenal and I for one would have buckley's chance of even making it up the first hill on day one. As an avid sport nut I am very patriotically proud but my moral bones and consciousness are starting to break through again.
A bike ride is not headlining news!
This 'thing' in Oslo, Norway is just...
...undescribable.
I missed the news last night because I was watching the rugby (see, I swear I do love my sport!). I saw my first dose of footage today, in the afternoon, as the 3rd story in the news bulletin.
Following Amy Winehouse makes sense, after all it was todays 'breaking story'.
Did anyone see that footage?
Who cares about pixilation, distortion and clarity. It is clear that they were bodies and that there was people in the water trying to swim away from the shore. I cried, I got angry, I fought for justice from my comfortable couch obviously not surrounded or threatened by a gun possessed maniac.
The victims, the interviews, the pain.
This story is not just a story because of the historical records it has exceeded but because of its impact on mankind. The effect that this is going to have on every single human being on this planet.
So a guy rode a bicycle. That makes people proud, just like the winner next year will make more people proud.
What has happened in Oslo will effect every race, every sex, every age, every person.
Now that to me is grounds to headline!
Friday, June 3, 2011
Getting Clucky
I have been searching for a barbie costume for a birthday party I am going to in two weeks. I have come across some very interesting costume ideas including a limited edition "barbie in a box" costume.
After finding this perfect costume I got a little side tracked and distracted.
I am now the cluckiest 20 year old and I am desperate to have a baby!
Yes to love and cuddle and raise but more importantly, TO DRESS!
Please tell me that these following costumes don't make you want to ask your mum to learn how to knit and get on the itty bitty booty production line.
Just imagine the little bugger crawling across the floor in this ensemble.
I have played sport my whole life. I may as well start my child early and maybe they will be successful. Merely thinking of career options.
This outfit can be worn on non sporting days to remind Buddy that he needs to eat healthy and that vegies and fruit are his friend.
My child is going to have a moral bone in his body and this suit is a sign of their love for animals and appreciation for all things living.
I would only make them wear this one when they had really pushed my buttons. I think it is cruel but I see it as beneficial, or more so than a naughty step.
And finally, the best of them all...
I loved the show, Baby Bop was my favourite character and THIS COSTUME IS INSANE!
As a result of tonight I have:
1. Become quite clucky, not to the joy of my parents
2. Have spent a night convincing them that I may say "I want" a child but I am too selfish to actually have one....YET
3. Found myself further from finding an actual costume for myself to wear to this Barbie party. (Help!)
After finding this perfect costume I got a little side tracked and distracted.
I am now the cluckiest 20 year old and I am desperate to have a baby!
Yes to love and cuddle and raise but more importantly, TO DRESS!
Please tell me that these following costumes don't make you want to ask your mum to learn how to knit and get on the itty bitty booty production line.
Just imagine the little bugger crawling across the floor in this ensemble.
I have played sport my whole life. I may as well start my child early and maybe they will be successful. Merely thinking of career options.
This outfit can be worn on non sporting days to remind Buddy that he needs to eat healthy and that vegies and fruit are his friend.
My child is going to have a moral bone in his body and this suit is a sign of their love for animals and appreciation for all things living.
I would only make them wear this one when they had really pushed my buttons. I think it is cruel but I see it as beneficial, or more so than a naughty step.
And finally, the best of them all...
I loved the show, Baby Bop was my favourite character and THIS COSTUME IS INSANE!
As a result of tonight I have:
1. Become quite clucky, not to the joy of my parents
2. Have spent a night convincing them that I may say "I want" a child but I am too selfish to actually have one....YET
3. Found myself further from finding an actual costume for myself to wear to this Barbie party. (Help!)
Friday, May 27, 2011
Contradiction of feelings
Firstly, what would normally make me over-the-moon excited and girly and giddy.
I bought my first piece of Prada this week. Black classic sunglasses. My philosophy with a purchase like this is buy the classics. Just like buying your first pair of Christian Louboutin shoes, just get a classic black stiletto, the purple velvet will date kind of quickly!
Anyway, i paid for my sunglasses, I wore them with pride.
But then they made me think.
Whilst walking up the main street of Springwood with my Armani black patent handbag, my Prada sunglasses and my Longview Garden Centre red paisley gumboots on, I felt like a model. I am not saying that feeling like a model is a bad thing, it is actually good for the self conscious ones to occasionally feel good about themselves but I got to wondering about the power that some people have.
A pair of Prada sunglasses made me feel like a model. The nod or shake of the head from Ms Miuccia Prada herself can make or break the career of a model.
That lady can literally take anyone off the street and tell them to wear some clothes and walk down a runway and give that person instant fame and a career.
Sure this is beneficial to those she chooses to make famous and that she chooses are pretty enough but who gave her the right to pick and choose like that?
Why is it that an industry and its lemming supporters (one of which I am!) trust and believe the judgement and choices made by a single person and we let those judgments and choices become gospel.
If she says wear a pair of pants with a massive hole in the crutch then to hell I WILL WEAR THOSE PANTS!
If she makes a gap-tooth girl walk down her runway and smile her gap-tooth face at the end of the runway, I'm going to go get some pliers and start separating those little pearly whites right up front!
This just frustrated me a bit!
Secondly, what should have probably had me hospitalised actually made me smile.
My winter school material turned up today. I love getting post but it was a minor let down opening up the pretty red parcel and being graced with unit outlines and readings books!
After having a slight fit in my sisters car whilst she laughed and checked that I had only signed up for two subjects, I sank back into the chair and let myself think.
If I make it through this winter school adventure, I GRADUATE FROM UNI THIS YEAR!
Uni has not been something easy and simple for me. I have struggled and I am not afraid to say that I have hated it and have not applied myself to it.
BUT!
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!
I FINISH THIS YEAR! I WILL BE A GRADUATE!!!
(please note my sheriff badge next to the 'once was forrest' readings books! It is a symbol of my 'I'm going to kick ass at this open uni stuff' drive and determination TO GRADUATE!)
Well have a good night everyone.
I am signing my Friday night away to essays, readings and blogging. (I have missed the latter.)
Anyway, i paid for my sunglasses, I wore them with pride.
But then they made me think.
Whilst walking up the main street of Springwood with my Armani black patent handbag, my Prada sunglasses and my Longview Garden Centre red paisley gumboots on, I felt like a model. I am not saying that feeling like a model is a bad thing, it is actually good for the self conscious ones to occasionally feel good about themselves but I got to wondering about the power that some people have.
A pair of Prada sunglasses made me feel like a model. The nod or shake of the head from Ms Miuccia Prada herself can make or break the career of a model.
That lady can literally take anyone off the street and tell them to wear some clothes and walk down a runway and give that person instant fame and a career.
Sure this is beneficial to those she chooses to make famous and that she chooses are pretty enough but who gave her the right to pick and choose like that?
Why is it that an industry and its lemming supporters (one of which I am!) trust and believe the judgement and choices made by a single person and we let those judgments and choices become gospel.
If she says wear a pair of pants with a massive hole in the crutch then to hell I WILL WEAR THOSE PANTS!
If she makes a gap-tooth girl walk down her runway and smile her gap-tooth face at the end of the runway, I'm going to go get some pliers and start separating those little pearly whites right up front!
This just frustrated me a bit!
Secondly, what should have probably had me hospitalised actually made me smile.
After having a slight fit in my sisters car whilst she laughed and checked that I had only signed up for two subjects, I sank back into the chair and let myself think.
If I make it through this winter school adventure, I GRADUATE FROM UNI THIS YEAR!
Uni has not been something easy and simple for me. I have struggled and I am not afraid to say that I have hated it and have not applied myself to it.
BUT!
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!
I FINISH THIS YEAR! I WILL BE A GRADUATE!!!
(please note my sheriff badge next to the 'once was forrest' readings books! It is a symbol of my 'I'm going to kick ass at this open uni stuff' drive and determination TO GRADUATE!)
Well have a good night everyone.
I am signing my Friday night away to essays, readings and blogging. (I have missed the latter.)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The first that matters to celebrate
It has been a week since I celebrated one of my gorgeous best friend's 21st birthdays. We had the best lunch at Doyles at Watson's Bay and then went a little bit crazy in the city.
That craziness in the city, well at Fake saw us not get much sleep. I am thinking that to say we got 2 hours sleep would be very generous, incredibly generous actually. Waking up at 6:30 to get the train home as Manny walks in the door to just get home was an experience I haven't had in a while.
I rocked up to work, 2 hours early. Yes this may seem stupid and some may ask why didn't I just stay in the city longer and sleep longer at Marks? Well I answer with this, I never would have made it home. I would have fallen asleep and never woken up again.
I intended on sleeping in my darling sisters car for those two early ours. Naturally she didn't want me to miss out on seeing our regular coffee customers though as she sent them over to the car to tap on the window and point and laugh. The good girl, mature Hannah imagine was tarnished for a split second but don't worry, they then congratulated me on having fun for once (hint taken, I need to loosen up a bit).
I made it through that day at work and then yes, I made it through mothers day. In fact I felt fine! No hangover whatsoever!
I had the best night out in the city last Saturday night. I hadn't been into the city for at least 18 months and it bought back memories and feelings that I regret losing.
In the last week I have not had the best week. I was convinced a fortnight ago that I was back to the old me, and that life was back on the mend. This week has proved that I was wrong.
All I have proved this week is that I am amazing at faking it!
I am the master of putting on a brave face and convincing people that life is bloody sweet hey!
The only group of people I don't have to fake it with is the people I was with last weekend (and the one that had to stay home)
My hint to a happy life is find a group like these guys. You can feel like absolute dirt and absolute shit with yourself but go out with people like this and they actually make you forget about it. They actually make you like yourself.
Happy Birthday Clo!
You are beautiful and always will be!
That craziness in the city, well at Fake saw us not get much sleep. I am thinking that to say we got 2 hours sleep would be very generous, incredibly generous actually. Waking up at 6:30 to get the train home as Manny walks in the door to just get home was an experience I haven't had in a while.
I rocked up to work, 2 hours early. Yes this may seem stupid and some may ask why didn't I just stay in the city longer and sleep longer at Marks? Well I answer with this, I never would have made it home. I would have fallen asleep and never woken up again.
I intended on sleeping in my darling sisters car for those two early ours. Naturally she didn't want me to miss out on seeing our regular coffee customers though as she sent them over to the car to tap on the window and point and laugh. The good girl, mature Hannah imagine was tarnished for a split second but don't worry, they then congratulated me on having fun for once (hint taken, I need to loosen up a bit).
I made it through that day at work and then yes, I made it through mothers day. In fact I felt fine! No hangover whatsoever!
I had the best night out in the city last Saturday night. I hadn't been into the city for at least 18 months and it bought back memories and feelings that I regret losing.
In the last week I have not had the best week. I was convinced a fortnight ago that I was back to the old me, and that life was back on the mend. This week has proved that I was wrong.
All I have proved this week is that I am amazing at faking it!
I am the master of putting on a brave face and convincing people that life is bloody sweet hey!
The only group of people I don't have to fake it with is the people I was with last weekend (and the one that had to stay home)
My hint to a happy life is find a group like these guys. You can feel like absolute dirt and absolute shit with yourself but go out with people like this and they actually make you forget about it. They actually make you like yourself.
Happy Birthday Clo!
You are beautiful and always will be!
"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
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