Otherwordly

Otherwordly

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Once upon a time...

There was a girl who was sat looking at her laptop figuring how to write her essay, when facebook decided to pop up and distract her. It really wasn't much of a great distraction, but enough for her to reflect on how crap today was.

However she did manage to get back to her previous hobby; shopping. Three pairs of new jeans, jeggings and leggings, and a pretty top later the bus journey home made her wish she could spend some more money. Not long 'til pay-day now she thought.

Then the shopping shall continue till the end of time..... or till the money runs out

THE END

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

And I'm feeling blue....

And yellow and pink and red and green....
 I got told today that my December and January pay is to be high. Now I'm doing a sensible thing this time by picking out a car (when I hopefully pass my test), however, I am also planning on getting a tattoo. I know the theme of my tattoo is to be of Alice in Wonderland but I'm not sure of what I'm actually getting though it will include the death of my wonderful aunty Gillian. My arm was my first choice but the surface area is a bit small. And I've finally decided on getting on my calf :) That shall be interesting.

 On another note, I have been dreaming non-stop about this one guy who I know....not mentioning any names... for the past two weeks. He appears in every single dream and its starting to annoy me. Yes dream mind, I have taken a slight interest in him, but you do not need to remind me every bloody night! Jeeez....

Also I have officially done my back in again! Work has actually become a nightmare,my physiotherapist has bruised my back, and my parents think I'm a hypochondriac. I'm sorry but it hurts like a motherf*cker.  Any movement at all now is quite painful, though I can now move my arms without any complaints. Apparently it hurst cause im using muscles I've never used before. Whatever.
Anyway I am off to bed now as I have a very long day ahead of me.
Night night
Sweet Dreams
x

Just gone mobile

Well it seems like I have finally signed up to everything possible. Even my blog is now an android application on my phone. I suppose that's better cause I can actually type on the go and not wait till I get on the laptop to type as by that time, I have forgotten what I was gonna write.

The only bad thing about using my mobile is I'm not sure how this blog thing works. Hopefully this will save on my phone and not disappear when I exit the application. Oh well. Let's hope for the best.

I really should have done a tester first, but nevermind.

Well off to sleep now, hopefully. Its kinda windy outside so it makes it harder for me to nod off :(
Night

Monday, 5 December 2011

Saturday Night.

This year it seems as though I havent spent much time out drinking, though that wa probably due to money issues and a bad liver. However I thought I'd treat myself and join in with the staff xmas night out. And let me tell you this, it was a great night out.

There were a few revelations with people's feelings, though what night out doesnt have those. I met a few nice and happy people, and got pissed of with the staff at The Cooper Rose.  Im a regular there and I get asked for ID. WTF!. Nevermind, if I see the guy today I'm gonna kick some butt.

My boss has lost her camera somewhere and so I have the wonderful privilege of searching for it. Need some luck for that like haha. Im sure I will fail.

Also, I decided to wear my new sparkly heels. Now they were pretty darn comfy for the height of them but let me tell you something: I dont have a fricking clue what happened to me but my legs are killing me.  I don't now whether it was my shoes' fault or my own by pulling muscles in both legs.Im in agony and im confused cause its never happened begore. Most likelies old age getting to me.


On the train this morning I randomly flicked through my camera pics and stumbled across one from the night out. Now, I can remember everything from that night out, but I cannot remember taking that photo. In fact I know I never took it, someone else did. So who the hell did I give my phone too. I don't think I will ever find out. Yet one thing I do know, is that im not a pretty drunk, I'm a mess. Whoop!

Roll on the next night out :)




Friday, 2 December 2011

The Black Death

So apparently this is the attire to avoid getting the plague. Insane right.

There is a reason for the above statement, as it appears that I might have the 'black death'. Not kidding either. Do you remember this nursery rhyme:

Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!
Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
A Pocket full of Posies
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall Down!

Well I'm not going to recite the symptoms list, but the above nursery rhyme linked to one symptom being the Skin color changing to a pink hue where rashes appear almost in the shape of roses. If I were to follow that up, I would have the disease. I currently have a few rashes almost in the shape of roses on my arm and stomach....

Yeah, I'm kidding. Turns out its just my eczema taking the same form as the plague, and I just happen to have the flu at the same time.

Sweet. Time to freak people out.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

This blog

Is now a place for writing the uttermost bullsh*t my mind can think of. I'm that bored that this post is actually unnecessary. But hey, I needed something to do and this page was open on my browser. hahaha
nee mind
x

Dissertation can suck my....

Well it has only taken me a good solid 6 months to finally settle on my topic for my dissertation. However I have now realised I have again took up the wonderful topic of FREUD!!!!!!
Since A-Level Psychology, the past few years I have studied Freud again and again and again. Now I do realise that university level is not my choice as to what we actually study, but stupid me thought I know Freud will be awesome for  my dissertation.

Well that is my own fault, but as someone kindly pointed out...."at least you'll have lots of notes" that is a fair argument.

As to what my dissertation thesis actually is well here it is----> "to what extent can the psychoanalytic theory be applied to the protagonist in The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Say Whaaaatt!

Yep two topics I was dead against, I am actually doing. Though the good news is my abstract introduction and first chapter are complete (well to a certain standard)
Thank hell for that :)
Now I'm off for food.
Bye for now

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

.....

BORED AS HELL!

thats it
thats all i have to say
as you can tell by this post
i have nothing much to say
but
bahbi

An Apology of Sex

So my last post may have slightly tricked a few people, but this is one is here to make things right. I am aware that many of us lost our virginity between the ages of 14-18. Some probably lost theirs soon as they become interested in girls/boys, some might want to wait for that right person. Yet how many of us can put their hands on their heart and say they fully enjoyed their first time. Not many.
The whole awkwardness of the act combined with young age and probably not knowing their partner very well, doesn't make it a good start for losing your 'v' card.

Now as you get older, and not sleeping your way through the town, sex becomes sort of cherished. Many people my age are just happy with sex being just sex. A primal need. A quickie in a car, or against a wall. But that sensual, soft, worship only comes when you find that right person. That doesn't mean to say that when you find that right person, sex becomes love making, instead you find a balance between love and lust. The quick throes of passion mixed with the long torturous pleasure of love. The way you can tease pleasure and twist it into something special.

Its amazing when you find the things that make your partner go crazy. Soft nip on the ear, the typical biting of the neck, or the grazing of their legs. Many girls and boys have different spots and when you find them, all their control is lost.

That's it for now. I got sidetracked by a memory of mine haha x

Chocolates and Wine and Sex

I think that my life lately is revolving around chocolates that much that I even dream about them at night. In fact last night I dreamt that I made a cake from ferrero rochers and red wine. My oh my! it looked so delicious and yummy and I was actually drooling when I woke up.
I think my chocolate addiction is getting out of hand now. Not that I'm complaining though, as I now think I should experiment more with my baking :)
Moving on to another sweet topic, since a friend mentioned that he had a craving for cheesecake, Ive been really tempted to make one however last time I forgot to include the icing sugar and so the once lovely banana and peach cheesecake ended up being very bitter. This time I want to make a very sensual strawberry cheesecake with a white wine and berry compte sauce. How yummy.
Now for the sex part of my title. There's actually nothing that I want to say. I just thought I'd make a more interesting title and since 9 out of 10 guys who read will notice the word sex and nothing else. I can't remember where I read that piece of information but it seems fairly accurate. And I wonder if people will just read this just because of the title. Now if only I were to include some raunchy stories....

Well thats it for now, tootles
x

Monday, 21 November 2011

Dear Santa

I wish you were real, and not some crazy old weirdo in a suit. 
I think back to how I have yet to see the coca-cola advert and I have came to the conclusion that Christmas is avoiding me this year. I think that I shall be receiving a bag of coal. Not good. Yet I think this year I have behaved quite well in comparison to other years. Like my parents went away and I did not throw a party and wreck the houseI also did not go out drinking all the time and get involved in someone's drama, and I definitely did not spend my time being a bitch like I normally do. So how come I feel this way. Perhaps it is the fact that I have now grown out of Christmas. The songs are now too cheesy and disgusting, I seem to spend a fortune on presents and so all the fun has been sucked out of the season. Oh how I wish I was younger and could appreciate Santa and his miraculous task of sending gifts to every one in the world in the same night. Now that is some task.

So Santa if you are reading this, all I want for Christmas is a bit of fun and laughter, with maybe a few pressies like clothing and perfume and maybe some pretty jewellery.

Thank you :)

Merry Christmas haha x

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Giggle Time

It came at a point in the day where I decided to check my emails, and happened to notice the web clip toolbar showed an inspirational quote. It was that inspirational that I have forgotten what it said. But I did however click on the link and found this:
Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind. 
Alexis Carrel

And me being me, got a little sidetracked at just started looking for a few funny and life changing quotes. And here are a select few that got me tickled :)

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
Jim Carrey

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's Third Wife Day. 
Jay Leno

Yet, it is these little things that keep me from tearing my hair out.
Well I'm off to find some more quotes :)
Bye for now
x

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Tissues and Bless you's

If you haven't guessed by the title, I'm ill. I feel like I'm having the "man flu" as I currently going through the 'Oh no! I'm dying. I am so ill that I cannot function my daily life. ' well maybe not to that exact degree, but I am carrying around alot of tissues and complaining haha.
Currently I am watching Made in Chelsea. Yes I know it is a rather boring wannabe reality star type program, but the phrases they come out with are pretty funny for example

Francis: I have brought some protection for you
Girl he is on date with: I'm well protected dont worry
Francis: Its good to be protected....especially for your first time.

And it is not what your thinking of, in fact they are speaking about knee pads and skate-boarding. Hmmm but I do believe there was some kind of hidden meaning there.

Oh well, of to get some more tissues and I do believe this was a pointless post, but who cares. Cause me doesnt!

Tootles
x

  

Sunday, 9 October 2011

How Shakespearean Am I?

Well after getting successfully distracted from my Irish Poetry essay, I had stumbled across this little weird test thing on Oxford online Dictionary (at least I was sidetracked to something educational).
If you type in a song or poem, or perhaps a phrase of your own everyday language you will receive a percentage of how Shakespearean you are. So I decided to have a go. This was my first entry:
The lone quiet riparian holds the beauty of youth long lost
Smiles and laughter echo faintly
Flowing through blankets of snowdrops, cowslips all glossed.
Tears so fragile and dainty
Fall from the children mourning for their past
With a Faery hand in hand,
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

(my own poem)
The result was 90% Shakespearean. It also asked if I lived in Rose Theatre.

I can see what I shall be doing all night :)

Friday, 7 October 2011

Arguments.

ar·gu·ment/ˈärgyəmənt/
Noun:
  1. An exchange of diverging or opposite views, typically a heated or angry one: "I've had an argument with my father".
     
  2. A reason or set of reasons given with the aim of persuading others that an action or idea is right or wrong.
I have just had an argument with my neighbour. Her grandson thinks it hilarious to annoy me with his music. I for one could not care less that he plays music but what I do care is when I can hear it, the constant loud thudding of bass and the repetitive tune blasting through the walls. It isn't hard to consider the other person's feelings and play music at a decent level. Its not like I'm asking him to turn it off.

Oh and apparently I need to show some respect!. Me respect. I have respected the stupid little twat by not going to the police, council or my dad (yeah my dad is quite possibly the scariest man when angry). I have respected the kid when I have to be up for 6 am and he's decided to play music until 1/2 am. I even respected him by not saying anything to his Nana when he demolished the house when having an argument with his girlfriend at 12:43 am and decided to pretty much break down the front door of my house the next day when his Nana found out about his little antics.

Well that is it. I had enough. I sent an email to him explaining I would put in a formal complaint about his noise levels if he wasn't to show me some consideration. And then I stupidly told my dad about what I had done and what his reply was.
Big mistake.

My dad decided to have a go at my lovely neighbour Pat about her grandson. Now normally we can settle such disputes very easily but my dad just had to get involved and act like a big hard man (when in fact he's more of a dick). Poor neighbour won't even speak to my mam or me now. Thanks a lot. A good solid friendship has been spoilt because my dad couldn't leave things be.

In fact, he's still blabbering on about it downstairs right now.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Finally!

So after a recent lecture in Living Stream: Contemporary Irish Poetry, my on off dissertation topic has now been solidified. I am not looking at Alice's Adventures in WonderlandWicked, or Phantom of the Opera, I am now planning to study Mr W.B.Yeats unrequited love of Maud Gonne. I have not yet looked at which angle I will taking but to do such a powerful woman related to Irish history, is quite a honour.
The poem No Second Troy will be quite hilarious to look at; poor woman being compared to Helen of Troy. I will be quite excited to look into her life from many points of view and even create my own opinion of her. Now for the question; did she sleep with Yeats? Many say no, however I say yes.

On another note, university life is a bit strange at the moment. I am actually spending less than I did last year which is great, and I seem to be enjoying the modules choices a lot more. Hopefully my grades will reflect it. Time can only tell.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

A Faery Hand in Hand

24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild! 


The lone quiet riparian holds the beauty of youth long lost
 Smiles and laughter echo faintly
Flowing through blankets of snowdrops, cowslips all glossed.
Tears so fragile and dainty
Fall from the children mourning for their past
With a Faery hand in hand, 
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

Autumn leaves swiftly descend, covering the key
Of an escape, a longing 
To be free of all sadness, all despair and feeling of grief.
Shrills form patterns of yearning
Creating Nocturnes that howl through the trees
With a Faery hand in hand, 
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

Winter quickly ascends up the meadow so cursed and malice
Death of the beautiful kingdom
Snow freezing the hidden world, all sounds and all lushness
Ice fingers choosing the next victim.
A child to suffer from a new found ache
With a Faery hand in hand, 
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.

No child should feel the torment of his soul in the place of such beauty,
Nor feel such anguish,
No child shall return home, but stay in the place of a deathly
Land and can only wish
That no one enters the meadow in fear of the haunting,
And hear the cries of the long lost children
With a Faery hand in hand, 
Cries stream from small eyes, pain so grand.






Thursday, 22 September 2011

A Little Letter

Dear Student Finance (England),

I know that it says that you will deposit my money on the 26th September, but just this once could you get the date wrong and pay me on the 23rd instead, see I have this little problem called "being skint". Thats were I'm required to walk to work and then back home with my poor little feet hurting me all the way and my only comfort keeping me going is my iPod. Also uni starts on Monday and I seem to be lacking in stationary, you know things like pens and paper. It might be a hug help if I had those for the new semester.

Another thing, once all my books, stationary and other uni requirements have been bought, I need a new wardrobe. Some pretty dresses, oh and maybe some new shoes that match or perhaps a new coat; a nice fancy one to look all girly as apparently I need to dress like one. Oh and while I'm at it can I may have some hair extensions. I miss my long hair.

Yours Sincerely
Mell

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Its a New Day

After many hours of being bored, I finally decided to create a new blog called "Little Life Lost" and I will now update my story whenever I feel inspired there instead of muddling up this one. At least the story will be in order. And I cannot guarantee when I will update.

Also, I have also finally decided what my dissertation is going to be on. Finally! I eventually chose Alice Adventures in Wonderland, my original Subject. And my thesis statement has been chosen. Now all that is left is to get it checked over by my tutor and I can start writing.

Monday, 19 September 2011

One of those days....

Yes. One of those days it is. Were everything annoys me. From the little gasps of breathe coming from my mother's mouth, to the footsteps that make a mouse sound like an elephant. But it's not just the noise that is annoying me, it just the mere presence of people in the same vicinity as me. Knowing that some one is sharing the same oxygen as me, annoys me. Oh how even the word annoy is starting to annoy me. If only I had a remote control that a had a mute button, life would be perfect. Just block out all offending noises.

I wish I had a bubble were I could plop myself into, and hide myself away from the world. You would think I would lock myself in my room, oh how that would be nice. But that would require a lock and some heavy sound-proofing around the house. I'm at the point now were I cannot even name the mood I'm in. It's not anger, frustration or any other negative, its just there.

At least I can vent out to this piece of metal and not get annoyed. Then again....

Monday, 12 September 2011

Urgh

2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

To be honest I'm going to cheat here and think of a poem later. But for right now, song lyrics shall be appropriate

I'm getting buried in this place.
Ive got no room your in my face.
Don't say anything just go away.
If you were dead or still alive
I don't care, I don't care

Perfection

10- Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.
 
"Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect..."

How we can be blind to see
Marks on our Souls that do reflect,
Perfect imperfections.

Yet why does it hurt when perfect
Souls float into your perfect life,
And destroy what you cant detect,
Like your heart wrecked by a knife
Of sad imperfections.

Why is she so damn perfect,
Perfect at killing my lone soul,
And why does she seem to neglect
Trying to make the perfect whole.
Hurtful Imperfections. 

 "Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect..."

How we can be blind to see
Marks on our Souls that do reflect,
Perfect imperfections.


Quotation from Jack's Mannequin - Bruised 

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Starry-Eyed Night

9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.


Unveil the fate that the night brings.
Hold me close under the heavenly stars.
Dance with me across the enchanting springs.
Serenade me with your beautiful love.


An Addition to A New Goal

I recently published a post stating that I was going to attempt to write a new poem each week. However a nice friend gave me this and I shall cross them off as I go:


1- Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.
2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.
3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.
4- Write a haiku. They’re often about nature, but yours can be about anything.
5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.
6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.
7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.
8- Write a Cinquain on a topic of your choice.
 9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.
10- Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.
11- Write a list poem.
12- Tell your life story in 6 words.
13- Write a short poem that a child would like.
14- Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.
15- Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).
16- Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.
17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.
18- Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.
19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.
20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.
21- Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!
22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.
23- Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).
24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!
25- Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.
26- Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.
27- Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.
28- Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.
29- Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form.
30- Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.

So I wonder if I can complete this.  

Monday, 29 August 2011

The Places I Want to Visit

There are so many places that I want to visit while I can. To see the many wonders out there and to take many beautiful photos, and create many beautiful memories. 
Here are a few:


PARIS


HELSINKI


ROME 

So those are a few to name at the moment, though I am certain there will be many more places added to my list soon enough :) 
x 

Friday, 26 August 2011

A New Goal

After tidying up my room (only cause I got told to), I found a worksheet that contained a list of poem formats. I then decided that I should get my inspiration back and write a poem each week using a different format.
So the first is a Cinquain:


War

Blood. Hatred

An unjust fighting

Scared. Trapped. Death. End.

Attack
 

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Ermmmm....

Where on Earth will I get inspiration to finish off  my story. There's nothing worse than hitting a writer's block and a story that doesn't know where its going. Maybe one day when I'm up at 3a.m. the story may progress somewhere.  That somewhere I do not know.

Monday, 22 August 2011

That Feeling...

So. 
That's all I have to say at the moment. Life is finally getting back on track after the most dreadful start to the month.  August has seen its fair share of ups and downs, more than a bloody yo-yo; and that's saying something. Though the downs were pretty bad, I did have my silver lining. Which happened to the best thing that's happened in a while. 

On a more random note....


The above pic reminded me that I needed some more cotton buds. Actually I need to replace the ones I took from my mam hehe. 

Another so...
I miss my sleep. Lately a problem with my shoulder has been preventing me from sleep and work. Though snuggles from a certain person makes the pain go away..if only for a little while. Though I'm missing them. 

On a side note, Hey There Delilah was on the radio this morning and brought back some weird memories. Good memories. In fact, I might stick this song onto my iPod.  

Saturday, 20 August 2011

What Happens When You Have No Sleep

 Apparently, lack of sleep degrades my mind into a sense of mush, and this is what happens during a six hour free at university.

Sat with a pen, forcing out words,

waiting upon inspiration.

Shutting my eyes, thoughts soar like birds -

creating some mean frustration.

Lack of sleep equals distant mind.

Distant mind equals some unknown

or obscure thing to find,

hidden inside my darkest zone.



Elephants, tomatoes, even milkshakes

transform into something fearsome.

Charging forward, and creating earthquakes,

destroying my mind as they come -

screaming and squeeling, more evil sounds.

Who could have known that such simple things

would have the effect of crying clowns,

and what ever nightmare he brings?



Thoughts of being choked, sometimes being stabbed.

More often then enough, I've survived being shot.

Perhaps its my job to be somewhat grabbed

into hostile reality, or perhaps not.

Maybe I'm sane, or just plain crazy

but being a hero kinda sucks.

Or la di da di da di da...maybe

it will earn me some major big bucks.



One may think the above is my sleep,

once my eyes have closen.*

In reality its more than a sweep

of crazy daydozin*.



* yes I know these words aren't real!

Friday, 19 August 2011

Awwww how cute

Today I visited my new baby cousin Alfie and my! He is so cute and cuddly. Such a quiet one too, and he definitely has the family's frown. After wanting to take him home cause he is so small and lovely, I thought I'd look into adopting a cute pet. Here are few that I want:


A Scottish Fold Kitten:
The Scottish Fold is a breed of cat with a natural dominant-gene mutation that makes its ear cartilage contain a fold, causing the ears to bend forward and down towards the front of their head, which gives the cat what is often described as an "owl-like" appearance. 


A Netherland Dwarf:
Netherland Dwarfs' heads and eyes are disproportionately large with respect to their bodies, and their ears are tiny and carried high on the head. Additionally, their faces are rounded and shortened. These features, a part of the animals' dwarfism, cause them to look infantile even into adulthood. 


A Bichon Frise:
A Bichon Frise (French, meaning curly white lap dog) is a small breed of dog of the Bichon type. They are popular pets, similar in appearance to, but larger than, the Maltese.



Saturday, 13 August 2011

Ello...

It seems as though my Bowie phase has reappeared again. The film Labyrinth is my all time favourite. I remember first watching it at primary school on non-uniform day. It was a film that has stuck with me since I was 8. However, as I grew up, I forgot the title and spent many years trying to find what seemed like a needle in a  haystack as I could only remember certain scenes. My own family didn't have a clue what I was trying to describe either. Eventually, I found it. Thank god for Woolworths :)
 My reasons for loving this film:
-The strange and compelling characters that come together to help dear Sarah in her hour of need :)

-Bowie himself as the Goblin King is completely weird but at the same time attractive. Maybe its the power he holds over everything but Sarah, who is obviously his one true love. 
But the most favourite scene I will always remember is the masquerade scene. Every couple that dances has their face hidden by a unique mask except for Sarah and the Goblin King. The scene is so beautifully made, the song again so beautiful. A song that Bowie sings to show his strange love. It always has been my dream for someone to sweep me off my feet one day and hold me in their arms and dance to "As the World Falls Down". 


But for now, a girl can only dream. 

-One character that is held dear in my heart is Ludo. Bless him, the gigantic monster that is first seen tied up and getting picked on. My heart fell for him. I just wanted to climb through the television screen and hug him. Show him some friendship. Even his growls are sweet. Such a wonderful beast.


 However this film has one negative thing: These things that are named as a Firey:




They creep the hell out of me. The way they can take of their heads and throw them around. The way they look, move, talk and sing rather badly. Enough to make me hide my face. 

Fact...the baby noises that you think are coming from baby Toby, actually come from Bowie himself. 

There we have it, my love for the film Labyrinth. A 70's film that will always be in my life.  

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Dream a Little Dream...

It's strange how dreams are formed. Whether its formed from a memory, something you have read, or something seen in TV. Mine however combined a character from 90210, Sunderland train station, a story from a friend's wonderful imagination and family members. Now what was that dream you ask?


I was walking around Sunderland station with a very old friend of mine when a sheet of paper on the floor caught my eye. It seemed like a perfectly clear, perfectly square piece of paper. But upon inspection, it had little bits of glitter in the corner. My friend decided to rub the paper and some random guy (from 90210) appeared an explained that he needed a task doing. For me to go back in time and change an event. So my friend decided that this piece of paper also allowed you to choose where you wanted to go. Now for the mode of transport that sent you back in time was the NE Metro. How fancy! On this train was some other friends (who they where I do not know), and they sent me to Newcastle. Soon as I was there, I was getting shot at by thugs in cars, on bikes, pedestrians. I managed to avoid each gun shot and chased a shooter into a little shop. I grabbed him by the throat and asked him what the hell he was shooting me for. Turns out the guy who gave me this piece of paper wanted me killed. Well tough luck! I strolled out of the shop and went over the road to the Police Station where I asked to file a complaint against a killer :S. She asked for my national insurance number (which turned out to be my Student Reference Number). All of a sudden I was back in my normal Timeline. I then found out that the Guy who wanted me killed was handing out these Time sheets to people who knew me to go back in time to kill me. I started shouting and screaming at the Camera men calling this guy a traitor and other expletives:P That guy then came over and said "don't be to hard on me...you know how it is" What a dick. I then tried to find my friends on the Metro Time Machine by using a map similar to the Marauder's Map in Harry Potter. But since they where in a different time line. No such luck. I decided to go home and caught up with my brother. I found out he had one of those Time paper things and he had used it. So I went ballistic and starting shouting at him " Why the hell did you do that for? Don't you ever go back in time. I Don't want things to change, nothing is supposed to change. Things happen for a reason!" ...

And then my neighbour's phone woke me up at 6.37am. Not a happy bunny.  Though I wonder if it means anything... :/ x x 

Saturday, 6 August 2011

There was a young man....

"Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!"


Though outside it is raining quite heavily and with random bouts of Thunder and Lightning, the weather has actually nothing to what I am about to say. I spend roughly a good few hours a day  trying to find something that I probably threw out to the rubbish many months before. But upon doing so I found some work in one of my folders from the beginning of second year university. 
A tutor told my seminar group to think of a few limericks. Now said seminar group contained quite the number of guys and immature girls. 
This is what happened with my group:

There was a young man from  France,
Who had bees stuck down his pants.
They stung his poor bum,
And made a bad hum.
That poor young man from France.

Not so bad ey...just keep going.

There was a young boy named Nick,
Who had a very small dick.
His pants would fall down,
And he wished he could drown.
That poor little boy named Nick. 

And alas!

There was a young girl called Beth,
Who had unusually bad breathe.
She ate some mints,
Then along came a Prince.
Who said you still have very bad breath.

(I think our group didn't pay attention to the rhythm of the limerick very well)

 
  

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Chocolate...yum!


Does Chocolate Addiction Exist?
By Jane Collingwood

Chocolate craving is very common, but can we actually be addicted to it? Can these powerful urges to eat truly be classed as an addiction? 

We generally crave foods due to external prompts and our emotional state, rather than actual hunger. We tend to be bored, anxious, or depressed immediately before experiencing cravings, so one way of explaining cravings is self-medication for feeling miserable.

Chocolate is the most frequently craved food in women, and many women describe themselves as ‘chocoholics.’ Chocoholics insist that it is habit-forming, that it produces an instant feeling of well-being, and even that abstinence leads to withdrawal symptoms.

When we eat sweet and high-fat foods, including chocolate, serotonin is released, making us feel happier. This partly explains the cravings common in seasonal affective disorder (SAD) and pre-menstrual syndrome......Although there are similarities between eating chocolate and drug use, generally researchers believe that chocolate “addiction” is not a true addiction. While chocolate does contain potentially mood-altering substances, these are all found in higher concentrations in other less appealing foods such as broccoli. A combination of chocolate's sensory characteristics — sweetness, texture and aroma — nutrients, and chemicals, together with hormonal and mood swings, largely explains chocolate cravings.

Chocolate is seen as “naughty but nice” — tasty, but something which should be resisted. This suggests that the desire is more likely a cultural phenomenon than a physical one. The inability to control eating may be a result of inborn traits and today's environment.


Well for me chocolate is an addiction. I can't go a day with out eating it. I suffer withdrawal symptoms: I get angry, annoyed, sad, all shaky and nervous. 
If that isn't an addiction, I don't know what is. Here's an example, an average day consists of either a bag of chocolate éclairs, plus a chunky caramel KitKat. Or a variety of chocloate bars plus a KitKat... see the pattern. Its more than addiction for me. I don't eat it out of boredom, or depression or even when its that time of month. Its not a want, its a need. I just eat it. In fact, Im off to the shops for a bar of chocolate. 

Sunday, 31 July 2011

The Deadly Curse

Eyes burn alight, ugly emotions hold a flicker

Of a fiery furnace. A sight one would not look into if they

Wish to escape from streaks of venom, hidden glamour –

Her cruel bewitching spell. A cold hearted stare to kill the prey,

Human to predator, the crouch became her.