Thinking about him depresses me.
This, basically epitomises what I'm feeling right now.
What am I to You? - Norah Jones
What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue
When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so
If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin true
What am I to you
Yah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never want to part
I'm giving you the ball
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies
I will you love when you're blue
Tell me darlin true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you
The worst thing is, is that I think I may already know the answer to that question - and I know I don't like it.
Well, it could be worse.
He could be... urgh, no. I won't go there.
Monday, 25 August 2008
Friday, 22 August 2008
How Charming.
Oh how charming is this.
My week, which had commenced with utter euphoria, has gone TO HELL.
Hello Dante, I think I may be living in your inferno, how's that for Divine Comedy?
I should stop the depresssing puns.
I mean it's just been the accumulation of events and shitty weather and my PMS. Urgh.
Okay, so let's get Mr. Political Cognoscenti out of the way. Firstly, it does concern me that one of the brightest political minds of our generation is about AS DENSE AS A BLACK HOLE! OR:
a) he really is simply that dense.
b)He's lazy.
c)He's scared of taking a risk
or d) (and perhaps the most probable of all) he simply DOES. NOT. LIKE. ME.
Then, why, may I ask, all the flirting?
Urgh. I'm up against T's School Captain here! I am no competition whatsoever. urgh. So depressing. And isn't it lovely how they MATCH?? ggr. I mean seriously, if YOU HAD SPORTING COMMITMENTS WHY KEEP UP the pretence?
Meh I'm tired. I've lost my flair for blogging.
The Murray goes and scoffs at me with her condescension.
Go fuck a whale.
Go to Japan, get skewered and be fed to populace.
My week, which had commenced with utter euphoria, has gone TO HELL.
Hello Dante, I think I may be living in your inferno, how's that for Divine Comedy?
I should stop the depresssing puns.
I mean it's just been the accumulation of events and shitty weather and my PMS. Urgh.
Okay, so let's get Mr. Political Cognoscenti out of the way. Firstly, it does concern me that one of the brightest political minds of our generation is about AS DENSE AS A BLACK HOLE! OR:
a) he really is simply that dense.
b)He's lazy.
c)He's scared of taking a risk
or d) (and perhaps the most probable of all) he simply DOES. NOT. LIKE. ME.
Then, why, may I ask, all the flirting?
Urgh. I'm up against T's School Captain here! I am no competition whatsoever. urgh. So depressing. And isn't it lovely how they MATCH?? ggr. I mean seriously, if YOU HAD SPORTING COMMITMENTS WHY KEEP UP the pretence?
Meh I'm tired. I've lost my flair for blogging.
The Murray goes and scoffs at me with her condescension.
Go fuck a whale.
Go to Japan, get skewered and be fed to populace.
POST-TRIAL Euphoria
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
POST-TRIAL euphoria =D
Current mood: vibrant
Category: Writing and Poetry
Aaah post-exam euphoria is the BEST thing...
I'd never sully myself with illicit substances, however I do estimate that the feeling that I am experiencing at the moment emulates an LSD experience. "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds..." and I'm even breaking out into song... with the Beatles. Ok. Moving on. LOL I am very relaxed at the moment, and rather giddy. Ever fed a child approximately the entire Switzerland's worth of chocolate?
It's like that.
If you haven't, well I would supplement a video of Louie after having consumed a glass of pure, unadulterated, undiluted red cordial. Believe you me the effects were both disastrous and entertaining. Imagine a child spring up suddenly and start running in a circle. Screaming. For about five minutes. Straight. The video is on my phone, and my phone is still being the paragon of technological malfunction after I dropped it in the shower the other week. Yes, I'm highly aware of how bizarre that appears. In a way, that makes me seem like an idiotic freak that uses their phone in the shower. No, I shall explain. In a nutshell, being the consistent person that I am who places upon the highest pedestal the virtue of punctuality - I like to know how long my showers are. Ergo I habitually check the time when I'm in there – by use of my phone. It's also my bid for the environment and our steadily depleting water supply.
Wow, ok, that was a major tangent.
I'll begin with the exam today. It was highly improved in comparison to yesterday's sordid affair. Area of Study I think was hitherto the major stuff (insert more colourful language) up of my life. I died a little inside having to BUTCHER, masticate and by way of inky projectile vomit produce a bloody 'Letter to the Editor' that both conformed to the damn criteria and somehow bore some resemblance to my original pre-written short story.
It was both painful and grotesque.
Out of 15, I do believe that I'd receive somewhere around a 5. I can simply envision Grumble or Rubello seating themselves cosily in the second-level staffroom, easing themselves into a Godfather-esque wing-chair adjacent to toasty/roaring fireplace (not that we have one of those in the staffroom lol, that is entirely secret faculty domain – so clandestine in fact that I think they conduct occult ceremonies in there – I jest) and positively itching with anticipation as they eye my exam paper with burgeoning interest. Voraciously, their eyes rove over the student number and downwards as they begin reading my pile of meaningless crap. This is where the scotch comes in. And of course the scotch comes in. You NEED SCOTCH to complete the scene. Not to mention I do believe that my English teachers would undoubtedly saturate themselves with liquid luck when they discover that their best student, whom of which they had invested such hope in, stumbled upon an astronomically epic FAIL in her HSC Trial Exam.
At least it was the Trial and not the actual HSC. If it were the HSC, a blunder like that would require Absinthe - or a trip across the road to Westmead Hospital's psyche ward.
Would you believe that whilst traversing to Japanese, Miss approaches me right with, "Dana! How'd you find the exam?"
I hesitated and pondered a diplomatic answer, "...enjoyable. I laughed when I read that we had to write a radio interview transcript, I had fun with that."
"Ah yes, we went through it in class, I'm glad. Er, were you in that class when I said 'Aw they'd never give you a 'Letter to the Editor?'" She asked bashfully. It took all my eye-muscle strength NOT to glare at her.
"Yes Miss. Indeed I was."
"I'm so sorry, I told you that and I can't believe that you got one yesterday – I'm so sorry I had no idea."
"Haha that's okay, although when I looked at the question, all I wanted to do was cry."
At least she apologised. That's more than I can ask for. Meanwhile, I'll keep exhausting the dictionary of its epithets every time Grumble decides to pop into my peripheral vision. Don't think that would make a very pleasant homeroom period every morning.
The critical analysis of inner-journey itself was... interesting – 'okay' at best. I didn't integrate as smoothly as I initially intended due to time constraints but I answered the question. My hand couldn't write bloody fast enough. I've discovered my limit – five pages in forty-minutes. That's it, so in comparison to those who like to write eight, my work has to be QUALITY over QUANTITY. I had to sacrifice three paragraphs of my initial essay. Damn. I really liked those paragraphs. Okay, lol I'm working myself up into a fit – it's not like someone DIED lol. Regardless, the Short Answer Comprehension was excellent, great texts in which I could harness my bullshitting prowess and have the audacity to call it 'analysis.' I am not concerned at all about that particular segment.
And today? Blade Runner/Brave New World – LOVED IT. The question was indeed challenging – but not impossible. I guess the only reason as to why I loved it is because I loved the texts lol. I adored Brave New World for all its ironic sci-fi-ness and it's dystopic appeal. Oh my word let me tell you about how much I LOVE utopic/dystopic fiction. It's like my bread and butter. Blade Runner, although initially I hadn't warmed to it, but after analysing it I can appreciate it for its warped beauty and of course its sci-fi! =D "More human than human." I love that quote. I'd love the song too, if only it didn't sound like there was a woman having sex with God knows who in the introduction of the song. King Lear was debatable. The question was a character question so it wasn't too difficult, just extensive.
'Telling the Truth' was about a major travesty as my 'Letter to the Editor' was. This time I attempted to incorporate more elements of the text type rather than simply giving it lip-service. I think in adhering to the text type, I MAJORLY sacrificed the quality of my analysis. =( At least I had fun with it. As previously mentioned, it was a radio transcript. Could they be any more ABSTRACT? But I was enjoying myself, thinking of songs to insert randomly. And since the Module was 'Telling the Truth,' I went with it.
[Insert song break here. Song: 'Confessions' – by Usher]
LOL. And when I finished my transcript:
[Fade into song here. Song: 'Don't Lie' – Black-Eyed-Peas]
Yeah, I had fun. Now I'm having fun listening to my VICTORY MUSIC! System of a Down! You'd think with my musical appreciation that System of A Down is entirely incongruous to what I usually listen to (jazz, classical, alternative etc.) But Dyanne is like my oracle of SOAD and, oh come on! Like Chop Suey isn't a victory song! I feel like moshing, or something. (Dyz I have fallen in love with that 'Revenga,' oh my word if System was on Guitar Hero I'd die. This afternoon I was giggling and laughing, I had felt the most elated than I have in a rather long time. I also learned 'Love Song' by Sara Bareilles on Piano, all I need to do is learn the lyrics. Very therapeutic.
But alas, I have homework to complete.
Until next time,
Dana xoxox
POST-TRIAL euphoria =D
Current mood: vibrant
Category: Writing and Poetry
Aaah post-exam euphoria is the BEST thing...
I'd never sully myself with illicit substances, however I do estimate that the feeling that I am experiencing at the moment emulates an LSD experience. "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds..." and I'm even breaking out into song... with the Beatles. Ok. Moving on. LOL I am very relaxed at the moment, and rather giddy. Ever fed a child approximately the entire Switzerland's worth of chocolate?
It's like that.
If you haven't, well I would supplement a video of Louie after having consumed a glass of pure, unadulterated, undiluted red cordial. Believe you me the effects were both disastrous and entertaining. Imagine a child spring up suddenly and start running in a circle. Screaming. For about five minutes. Straight. The video is on my phone, and my phone is still being the paragon of technological malfunction after I dropped it in the shower the other week. Yes, I'm highly aware of how bizarre that appears. In a way, that makes me seem like an idiotic freak that uses their phone in the shower. No, I shall explain. In a nutshell, being the consistent person that I am who places upon the highest pedestal the virtue of punctuality - I like to know how long my showers are. Ergo I habitually check the time when I'm in there – by use of my phone. It's also my bid for the environment and our steadily depleting water supply.
Wow, ok, that was a major tangent.
I'll begin with the exam today. It was highly improved in comparison to yesterday's sordid affair. Area of Study I think was hitherto the major stuff (insert more colourful language) up of my life. I died a little inside having to BUTCHER, masticate and by way of inky projectile vomit produce a bloody 'Letter to the Editor' that both conformed to the damn criteria and somehow bore some resemblance to my original pre-written short story.
It was both painful and grotesque.
Out of 15, I do believe that I'd receive somewhere around a 5. I can simply envision Grumble or Rubello seating themselves cosily in the second-level staffroom, easing themselves into a Godfather-esque wing-chair adjacent to toasty/roaring fireplace (not that we have one of those in the staffroom lol, that is entirely secret faculty domain – so clandestine in fact that I think they conduct occult ceremonies in there – I jest) and positively itching with anticipation as they eye my exam paper with burgeoning interest. Voraciously, their eyes rove over the student number and downwards as they begin reading my pile of meaningless crap. This is where the scotch comes in. And of course the scotch comes in. You NEED SCOTCH to complete the scene. Not to mention I do believe that my English teachers would undoubtedly saturate themselves with liquid luck when they discover that their best student, whom of which they had invested such hope in, stumbled upon an astronomically epic FAIL in her HSC Trial Exam.
At least it was the Trial and not the actual HSC. If it were the HSC, a blunder like that would require Absinthe - or a trip across the road to Westmead Hospital's psyche ward.
Would you believe that whilst traversing to Japanese, Miss approaches me right with, "Dana! How'd you find the exam?"
I hesitated and pondered a diplomatic answer, "...enjoyable. I laughed when I read that we had to write a radio interview transcript, I had fun with that."
"Ah yes, we went through it in class, I'm glad. Er, were you in that class when I said 'Aw they'd never give you a 'Letter to the Editor?'" She asked bashfully. It took all my eye-muscle strength NOT to glare at her.
"Yes Miss. Indeed I was."
"I'm so sorry, I told you that and I can't believe that you got one yesterday – I'm so sorry I had no idea."
"Haha that's okay, although when I looked at the question, all I wanted to do was cry."
At least she apologised. That's more than I can ask for. Meanwhile, I'll keep exhausting the dictionary of its epithets every time Grumble decides to pop into my peripheral vision. Don't think that would make a very pleasant homeroom period every morning.
The critical analysis of inner-journey itself was... interesting – 'okay' at best. I didn't integrate as smoothly as I initially intended due to time constraints but I answered the question. My hand couldn't write bloody fast enough. I've discovered my limit – five pages in forty-minutes. That's it, so in comparison to those who like to write eight, my work has to be QUALITY over QUANTITY. I had to sacrifice three paragraphs of my initial essay. Damn. I really liked those paragraphs. Okay, lol I'm working myself up into a fit – it's not like someone DIED lol. Regardless, the Short Answer Comprehension was excellent, great texts in which I could harness my bullshitting prowess and have the audacity to call it 'analysis.' I am not concerned at all about that particular segment.
And today? Blade Runner/Brave New World – LOVED IT. The question was indeed challenging – but not impossible. I guess the only reason as to why I loved it is because I loved the texts lol. I adored Brave New World for all its ironic sci-fi-ness and it's dystopic appeal. Oh my word let me tell you about how much I LOVE utopic/dystopic fiction. It's like my bread and butter. Blade Runner, although initially I hadn't warmed to it, but after analysing it I can appreciate it for its warped beauty and of course its sci-fi! =D "More human than human." I love that quote. I'd love the song too, if only it didn't sound like there was a woman having sex with God knows who in the introduction of the song. King Lear was debatable. The question was a character question so it wasn't too difficult, just extensive.
'Telling the Truth' was about a major travesty as my 'Letter to the Editor' was. This time I attempted to incorporate more elements of the text type rather than simply giving it lip-service. I think in adhering to the text type, I MAJORLY sacrificed the quality of my analysis. =( At least I had fun with it. As previously mentioned, it was a radio transcript. Could they be any more ABSTRACT? But I was enjoying myself, thinking of songs to insert randomly. And since the Module was 'Telling the Truth,' I went with it.
[Insert song break here. Song: 'Confessions' – by Usher]
LOL. And when I finished my transcript:
[Fade into song here. Song: 'Don't Lie' – Black-Eyed-Peas]
Yeah, I had fun. Now I'm having fun listening to my VICTORY MUSIC! System of a Down! You'd think with my musical appreciation that System of A Down is entirely incongruous to what I usually listen to (jazz, classical, alternative etc.) But Dyanne is like my oracle of SOAD and, oh come on! Like Chop Suey isn't a victory song! I feel like moshing, or something. (Dyz I have fallen in love with that 'Revenga,' oh my word if System was on Guitar Hero I'd die. This afternoon I was giggling and laughing, I had felt the most elated than I have in a rather long time. I also learned 'Love Song' by Sara Bareilles on Piano, all I need to do is learn the lyrics. Very therapeutic.
But alas, I have homework to complete.
Until next time,
Dana xoxox
Politically Revolutionary Fiction is...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Political Revolutionary Fiction is...
Current mood: blah
Category: News and Politics
... highly intriguing.
I would like to proudly promulgate (ah, the damned alliteration), for both my own sense of satisfaction and vanity, that I have as of 30/07/08 11:10pm have alas finished reading 'Noli Me Tangere' by Jose Rizal.
After 63 Chapters, 278 external notes, several passages in Latin and innumerous shifts in writing tense, I have finally completed it.
It was rather compelling as I was reading along, although his unique literary style was something to grow accustomed to. The utterly theocratic system of Philippines at the time was interesting to both exploit and explore from a modernist perspective. It calls to mind Arthur Miller's 'The Crucible' and how McCarthyism was able to be manipulated allegorically within the theocracy of Puritan society. Having completed reading the novel, it is completely lucid to me as to why it was both banned and regarded as a subversive novel, and Rizal branded as a subvert.
SPEAKING OF SUBVERTING THE SYSTEM - Here's my random rant for the day! (LOL That sounded like a segment on Rove, most likely headed my Husey or Helliar) My illustrious, gargantuan 'educator' of Studies of Religion has completely undermined the leaders system. She's a complete subvert in terms of both our spiritual nourishment and the established paradigms of our school. Excuse my plebeian use of the 'Harry Potter' analogy, but that woman is uncannily like Professor Umbridge, so much to the point that it's freaking scary. The similarities are striking, indeed. Many a member of my religion class have vehemently expressed their desires to resort to violence and 'shoot' her.
I do believe that the correct verb would be 'harpoon.'
Despite my human/environmental rights tendencies, I've discovered that Japan has alas a legitimate reason to continue whaling.
Ok. That was highly malicious. My apologies.
But Dyanne. I know you totally would have laughed.
Oh my word. I just had a thought. I could have used 'The Crucible' and 'Noli Me Tangere' as additional material together! Shaizer! I could have! It's a shame, really. A multitude of lazy people are using 'The Crucible.' But. But. 'The Crucible' and 'The Noli' fit like hand to glove! Hmm... it'll be ok. I have my political cartoons. Yet honestly, just imagine, what a politically analytical essay that would have been!
Political Revolutionary Fiction is...
Current mood: blah
Category: News and Politics
... highly intriguing.
I would like to proudly promulgate (ah, the damned alliteration), for both my own sense of satisfaction and vanity, that I have as of 30/07/08 11:10pm have alas finished reading 'Noli Me Tangere' by Jose Rizal.
After 63 Chapters, 278 external notes, several passages in Latin and innumerous shifts in writing tense, I have finally completed it.
It was rather compelling as I was reading along, although his unique literary style was something to grow accustomed to. The utterly theocratic system of Philippines at the time was interesting to both exploit and explore from a modernist perspective. It calls to mind Arthur Miller's 'The Crucible' and how McCarthyism was able to be manipulated allegorically within the theocracy of Puritan society. Having completed reading the novel, it is completely lucid to me as to why it was both banned and regarded as a subversive novel, and Rizal branded as a subvert.
SPEAKING OF SUBVERTING THE SYSTEM - Here's my random rant for the day! (LOL That sounded like a segment on Rove, most likely headed my Husey or Helliar) My illustrious, gargantuan 'educator' of Studies of Religion has completely undermined the leaders system. She's a complete subvert in terms of both our spiritual nourishment and the established paradigms of our school. Excuse my plebeian use of the 'Harry Potter' analogy, but that woman is uncannily like Professor Umbridge, so much to the point that it's freaking scary. The similarities are striking, indeed. Many a member of my religion class have vehemently expressed their desires to resort to violence and 'shoot' her.
I do believe that the correct verb would be 'harpoon.'
Despite my human/environmental rights tendencies, I've discovered that Japan has alas a legitimate reason to continue whaling.
Ok. That was highly malicious. My apologies.
But Dyanne. I know you totally would have laughed.
Oh my word. I just had a thought. I could have used 'The Crucible' and 'Noli Me Tangere' as additional material together! Shaizer! I could have! It's a shame, really. A multitude of lazy people are using 'The Crucible.' But. But. 'The Crucible' and 'The Noli' fit like hand to glove! Hmm... it'll be ok. I have my political cartoons. Yet honestly, just imagine, what a politically analytical essay that would have been!
WYD Day 5 and 6
Thursday, July 31, 2008
WYD Day 5 and 6
Current mood: anxious
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Ok. I've typed half of my account up for this. It's all on a word document and will be up here soon. At the moment I,
a) Generally can't be bothered
and
b) HAVE ENGLISH HSC TRIALS TO IMMERSE MYSELF WITH!!!!!!!
So blogging is of course, approximately fourth priority in terms of Trials, other schoolwork and Parish Newsletter writing/editing.
However, because I do enjoy and prefer to have things in concise chronological order, this notice is simply in here so I am able to permit myself to blog continuously without feeling any sense of obsessive/compulsive guilt at my lack of chronological- correctness. For now, I bid thee adieu and return to the troglodytical disposition I like to call 'intense study time.'
WYD Day 5 and 6
Current mood: anxious
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Ok. I've typed half of my account up for this. It's all on a word document and will be up here soon. At the moment I,
a) Generally can't be bothered
and
b) HAVE ENGLISH HSC TRIALS TO IMMERSE MYSELF WITH!!!!!!!
So blogging is of course, approximately fourth priority in terms of Trials, other schoolwork and Parish Newsletter writing/editing.
However, because I do enjoy and prefer to have things in concise chronological order, this notice is simply in here so I am able to permit myself to blog continuously without feeling any sense of obsessive/compulsive guilt at my lack of chronological- correctness. For now, I bid thee adieu and return to the troglodytical disposition I like to call 'intense study time.'
WYD Day 4
Saturday, July 19, 2008
WYD Day 4
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Religion and Philosophy
CHRISTIAN MOSHPITS are the best way to meet people. xD
Today I brought my Camera! I made up for lost time and began taking photos like mad, and took photos with new friends and almost everyone I randomly hugged. It was the Stations of the Cross today and once again we were designated an area where both our vision and aural clarity were obscured with incovenient placement of both screens and speakers. Ergo, the youth group didn't really absorb or engage themselves with the actual Stations of the Cross. It was a shame though, and I was also quite disappointed in myself for being too sleepy. I fell asleep on the floor and on Veronica's shoulder during the commencement of it. When I woke up I realised that they had only accomplished one station, which wasn't too bad I guess. The acting was beautiful though, great acting and I managed to acquire some close up shots of the action. Usually I'd sleep on the way from Blacktown to Central, but today Tim came with us. Of course, when Tim's around - life's a party. Him and his excellent ear were able to grasp that Croatian Alleluia so of course our youth group adopted that "ALLELUUUUIIAAAAAA!!!" with relentless zeal. We sang it all the way to Central, even contriving our own lyrics LOL. "Paulie is dry!!!! PAULIE IS DRY!" Dry. The word of the day. "Dry" according to Jhunlee and Joan, means "Lame." It was an incredible start to the day.
Oh and I gave my question to the Bishop this morning! He didn't answer it correctly though - he wrote off my question merely as a question of semantics and linguistics more so than the revolution of religion. For those of you wondering, Tim and I had this COLOSSAL fight over theology and Catholicism a few weeks ago (I had never been more insulted in my whole life) about whether changing the lyrics and passages in the Bible from "HIM" to "GOD" really mattered. I said that it made God more relatable, more generic and equal for women rather than permeating the Bible with patriarchal undertones. Tim's argument was, was that it was changing religion to suit the person, not the person conforming and rising to the challenges of their religion. It is a valid argument, I understand. But honestly "HIM" to "GOD" is not a massive thing. It's just semantics. My query to the Bishop was, 'What is the Church's stance on those specific alterations in this century, is it merely giving concession or accomodating for the rise in feminism, or the New Age concept of God as an entity rather than a person?' He didn't answer it, I'm afraid, so alas it is one again unreconciled. Doesn't matter really, I'm not too bothered by it these days. There were other excellent questions such as, 'How do we reconcile 'Free Will' and Predestination?'
I saw heaps of people today from school. All you Rooty Hill YFC people! LOL I'm hugging Mary, MJ, Anne, Kaye and as Anne walks by she's like "Have you finished the Maths Assignment yet?"
"NOPE! Questions 1 a) and b)"
"HI-FIVE!"
The concert was excellent though.As I said, Christian Moshpits are so funny! This whole group of guys walked passed and they were discussing starting a chant. This guy's like "I say, "How Long?" and you say "Too Long!"" so they decided to practice and the leader was like, "How Long?!" nobody answered, so I yelled randomly in passing, "TOO LONG!" They all cracked up, and cheered, giving me Hi-fives! xD They finally got Hillsong to play - with music we actually KNEW. LOL Everyone was moshing to "One Way Jesus." I love that song. You could scream it out at the top of your lungs and you'd still sound in melody and time. It awesome dancing and talking to people along the way, forming a massive Conga Line of the youth group and this guy was like "When does it end???" They also had a drama going on with Lifehouse's "Everything" playing in the background. I LOVE THAT SONG. Too bad no one around me knew it, so I was there singing passionately and Michael is like "HOW DO YOU KNOW THE LYRICS???" I must say, the drama was EXCELLENT. So I'm a corny, romantic, puddle of mush inside, and I almost cried. Yes. I'll admit to that. I became emotional. In my defence, I'll say that my faith is an integral part of me. We couldn't stay for the rest of the concert though, if we wanted to be home before 12, we had to leave. On the train - another party! We sang that Croatian Alleluia once again (I pitied the commuters), all the guys lost their voice and we finally created an OASIS chant. We sang so many songs and "This little light" went on for a century and a half.
It was an awesome night! Awesome experiences. Very cold though. Toni was clinging to me in desperation. She was hugging me so tightly for warmth that people began to think we were lesbian. No, lol we were just freezing. But Toni is PERFECT hugging height - not to mention heaps of people there have awesome hugs! Took heaps of photos, will upload soon. But I must go, I have to pack my bag for tomorrow - sleeping under the stars!!! WOO! I'm so excited! But the ten km walk with all my stuff? Not so much. But it's for my faith, I must remind myself. I also need to get a decent sleep for once! Especially since tomorrow will be a LOOONG DAY.
Goodnight!! :)
Dana XOXOXOXOX
WYD Day 4
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Religion and Philosophy
CHRISTIAN MOSHPITS are the best way to meet people. xD
Today I brought my Camera! I made up for lost time and began taking photos like mad, and took photos with new friends and almost everyone I randomly hugged. It was the Stations of the Cross today and once again we were designated an area where both our vision and aural clarity were obscured with incovenient placement of both screens and speakers. Ergo, the youth group didn't really absorb or engage themselves with the actual Stations of the Cross. It was a shame though, and I was also quite disappointed in myself for being too sleepy. I fell asleep on the floor and on Veronica's shoulder during the commencement of it. When I woke up I realised that they had only accomplished one station, which wasn't too bad I guess. The acting was beautiful though, great acting and I managed to acquire some close up shots of the action. Usually I'd sleep on the way from Blacktown to Central, but today Tim came with us. Of course, when Tim's around - life's a party. Him and his excellent ear were able to grasp that Croatian Alleluia so of course our youth group adopted that "ALLELUUUUIIAAAAAA!!!" with relentless zeal. We sang it all the way to Central, even contriving our own lyrics LOL. "Paulie is dry!!!! PAULIE IS DRY!" Dry. The word of the day. "Dry" according to Jhunlee and Joan, means "Lame." It was an incredible start to the day.
Oh and I gave my question to the Bishop this morning! He didn't answer it correctly though - he wrote off my question merely as a question of semantics and linguistics more so than the revolution of religion. For those of you wondering, Tim and I had this COLOSSAL fight over theology and Catholicism a few weeks ago (I had never been more insulted in my whole life) about whether changing the lyrics and passages in the Bible from "HIM" to "GOD" really mattered. I said that it made God more relatable, more generic and equal for women rather than permeating the Bible with patriarchal undertones. Tim's argument was, was that it was changing religion to suit the person, not the person conforming and rising to the challenges of their religion. It is a valid argument, I understand. But honestly "HIM" to "GOD" is not a massive thing. It's just semantics. My query to the Bishop was, 'What is the Church's stance on those specific alterations in this century, is it merely giving concession or accomodating for the rise in feminism, or the New Age concept of God as an entity rather than a person?' He didn't answer it, I'm afraid, so alas it is one again unreconciled. Doesn't matter really, I'm not too bothered by it these days. There were other excellent questions such as, 'How do we reconcile 'Free Will' and Predestination?'
I saw heaps of people today from school. All you Rooty Hill YFC people! LOL I'm hugging Mary, MJ, Anne, Kaye and as Anne walks by she's like "Have you finished the Maths Assignment yet?"
"NOPE! Questions 1 a) and b)"
"HI-FIVE!"
The concert was excellent though.As I said, Christian Moshpits are so funny! This whole group of guys walked passed and they were discussing starting a chant. This guy's like "I say, "How Long?" and you say "Too Long!"" so they decided to practice and the leader was like, "How Long?!" nobody answered, so I yelled randomly in passing, "TOO LONG!" They all cracked up, and cheered, giving me Hi-fives! xD They finally got Hillsong to play - with music we actually KNEW. LOL Everyone was moshing to "One Way Jesus." I love that song. You could scream it out at the top of your lungs and you'd still sound in melody and time. It awesome dancing and talking to people along the way, forming a massive Conga Line of the youth group and this guy was like "When does it end???" They also had a drama going on with Lifehouse's "Everything" playing in the background. I LOVE THAT SONG. Too bad no one around me knew it, so I was there singing passionately and Michael is like "HOW DO YOU KNOW THE LYRICS???" I must say, the drama was EXCELLENT. So I'm a corny, romantic, puddle of mush inside, and I almost cried. Yes. I'll admit to that. I became emotional. In my defence, I'll say that my faith is an integral part of me. We couldn't stay for the rest of the concert though, if we wanted to be home before 12, we had to leave. On the train - another party! We sang that Croatian Alleluia once again (I pitied the commuters), all the guys lost their voice and we finally created an OASIS chant. We sang so many songs and "This little light" went on for a century and a half.
It was an awesome night! Awesome experiences. Very cold though. Toni was clinging to me in desperation. She was hugging me so tightly for warmth that people began to think we were lesbian. No, lol we were just freezing. But Toni is PERFECT hugging height - not to mention heaps of people there have awesome hugs! Took heaps of photos, will upload soon. But I must go, I have to pack my bag for tomorrow - sleeping under the stars!!! WOO! I'm so excited! But the ten km walk with all my stuff? Not so much. But it's for my faith, I must remind myself. I also need to get a decent sleep for once! Especially since tomorrow will be a LOOONG DAY.
Goodnight!! :)
Dana XOXOXOXOX
WYD Day 3
Friday, July 18, 2008
WYD Day 3
Current mood: chipper
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Whoaaa the Pope is in Sydney and apparently I was on foxtel! WHOO!
It was a tad expected though, the camera guy was RIGHT IN MY FACE. But of course, I had to look unfazed, nonchalant and entirely in the moment if he were to continue filming me that night on the opening mass. Today was pretty good, the excitement is beginning to recede - the highlight of the day was having the Pope himself about five metres away from me and starting a chant in approximately three different nations! :D This morning, I had to do the reading, quite nervous but it kept me awake and defended my body against the dreaded onset of a microsleep. In any case, standing there before that crowd of people reminded me that I love speeches. Despite the terribly nerve-wrecking prelude to said speech, there's something so exhilarating about being up there, knowing that people are drinking in your every word. Mass was satisfying though, except for the fact that the girl sang "Here I am to Worship" in a very strange and high key that was impossible to both grasp the melody from, and reach with my alto voice.
In any case, we trained it to the city and I slept all the way on Toni's shoulder from Blacktown to Central lol, once again alighted at Wynyard and walked from there to Barangaroo. This walk was MUCH more convenient as the crowds of the Opening Mass weren't present. However it was still fun chanting and singing with pilgrims from across the world. People were chanting their patriotic cries in several languages (the German one is so cool by the way), us Aussies constantly shouted our "Aussie Aussie Aussie - OI, OI, OI" while everyone from the States had their "U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!" Anyway, I thought it would be appropriate in the prelude to the Pope's official arrival to get the "Benedicto!" Chant going (Benedict XVI - Man I want one of those BENEDICTO 16 shirts). So randomly I yelled as loud as I could "BENEDICTO!" *Clapping rhythm follows* at first no one answered and I was like "Shame man! Rejected!" But then a Spanish woman followed with a response of "BENEDICTO!" so there I was leading the chant with the Spanish, American, German, Italian and of course us Aussies. It felt so cool!!!! o(>____<)"o
It was so peculiar at Barangaroo though, it was as though they had sent everyone in Blacktown or the Parramatta Diocese to the same area as I saw heaps of people I knew, met up with them, chatted and everything. The Pope's arrival was weird though, didn't see a thing. But when he was up there talking, he was so cute! (In the non-aesthetic sense, in the old man "aaw" sense, just to clarify) I loved his accent, and his English was much better than expected. The shades of nuance in the terms he used, and the specific connotations with carefully selected words were able to unlock new ideas and meanings to notions I had believed all my life. He gave me new perspective on so many things simultaneously, they were truly words of wisdom. But my gosh! That man is such a linguist! He can speak like 5 or 6 different languages! I envy his linguistic abilities! So fluent! So awesome! When he toured around in that cute Pope-Mobile of his (OMG I think of Mr. Grace and his discomfort at saything those words when I think 'Pope-Mobile') I was like 5m away from him!! Woo! His presence here in Australia very much became a reality to me.
In any case, after his Holiness had left to tour around Sydney we had to wait a while for Bianca, Jay, Joan and Colista to return. Lucky. Got to be on the boat with the Pope. (Lol that almost rhymes!) The concert was alright, but as TJ mentioned, they were all "No Frills" acts. Ones of relative fame, but no one really knew them. It was still cool to jump around with randoms though. GOODNESS! The amount of Free Hugs! I can't believe how many people I've hugged today! Countless! There was that guy today, "Anyone from NSW gets a 75% better hug!" and he hugged me first! XD and then there was that charging group of Melbourne guys! xD Who ran up to us, and then we all ran up to them (the WHOLE youth group) and then this guy really hugged me like bear hug and then the youth group joined in and we were squashed into this patriotic sort of mosh-pit jumping up and down. Only problem was, was that because everyone squashed into us, we were still hugging and jumping and unable to untangle..... unfortunately well, I would NEVER rub up against like that unless we were.... married or something! Thankfully, this is a Catholic event where all sense of the sexual is completely irrelevant and/or ecclipsed by religious energy.
I slept on the ride home, we returned home quite early today! Instead of the usual ten o'clock, we left at approximately seven-thirty. OMG We met the Croatians on the bus! I swear, they are the most jubilant and indefatigably exuberant people you will ever meet! I just spent the last few hours trying to google that "Alleluia" song they always sing. It is the CATCHIEST tune, and they sang non-stop from the station to the bus, on the bus, all the way to the church and even out of the bus. Then they started their dancing circle. And oh! LOL that adorable Croatian guy who asked for the ball, with the broken english but who's HELLA PRO at soccer can play the drums! I just wanted to hop into their dancing circle, but I was too exhausted.
All in all, today was a good day. :) It wasn't as eventful and we didn't do much, but we saw the Pope, and that was an accomplishment. I mean, who can say that they were there on Pope Benedict's first visit to Australia. It's surely something to remember! I must get to bed! Oooh Ill bring my tambourine and a camera tomorrow! To upload take heaps of photos! :D
Until tomorrow!
Dana xoxoxoxox
WYD Day 3
Current mood: chipper
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Whoaaa the Pope is in Sydney and apparently I was on foxtel! WHOO!
It was a tad expected though, the camera guy was RIGHT IN MY FACE. But of course, I had to look unfazed, nonchalant and entirely in the moment if he were to continue filming me that night on the opening mass. Today was pretty good, the excitement is beginning to recede - the highlight of the day was having the Pope himself about five metres away from me and starting a chant in approximately three different nations! :D This morning, I had to do the reading, quite nervous but it kept me awake and defended my body against the dreaded onset of a microsleep. In any case, standing there before that crowd of people reminded me that I love speeches. Despite the terribly nerve-wrecking prelude to said speech, there's something so exhilarating about being up there, knowing that people are drinking in your every word. Mass was satisfying though, except for the fact that the girl sang "Here I am to Worship" in a very strange and high key that was impossible to both grasp the melody from, and reach with my alto voice.
In any case, we trained it to the city and I slept all the way on Toni's shoulder from Blacktown to Central lol, once again alighted at Wynyard and walked from there to Barangaroo. This walk was MUCH more convenient as the crowds of the Opening Mass weren't present. However it was still fun chanting and singing with pilgrims from across the world. People were chanting their patriotic cries in several languages (the German one is so cool by the way), us Aussies constantly shouted our "Aussie Aussie Aussie - OI, OI, OI" while everyone from the States had their "U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!" Anyway, I thought it would be appropriate in the prelude to the Pope's official arrival to get the "Benedicto!" Chant going (Benedict XVI - Man I want one of those BENEDICTO 16 shirts). So randomly I yelled as loud as I could "BENEDICTO!" *Clapping rhythm follows* at first no one answered and I was like "Shame man! Rejected!" But then a Spanish woman followed with a response of "BENEDICTO!" so there I was leading the chant with the Spanish, American, German, Italian and of course us Aussies. It felt so cool!!!! o(>____<)"o
It was so peculiar at Barangaroo though, it was as though they had sent everyone in Blacktown or the Parramatta Diocese to the same area as I saw heaps of people I knew, met up with them, chatted and everything. The Pope's arrival was weird though, didn't see a thing. But when he was up there talking, he was so cute! (In the non-aesthetic sense, in the old man "aaw" sense, just to clarify) I loved his accent, and his English was much better than expected. The shades of nuance in the terms he used, and the specific connotations with carefully selected words were able to unlock new ideas and meanings to notions I had believed all my life. He gave me new perspective on so many things simultaneously, they were truly words of wisdom. But my gosh! That man is such a linguist! He can speak like 5 or 6 different languages! I envy his linguistic abilities! So fluent! So awesome! When he toured around in that cute Pope-Mobile of his (OMG I think of Mr. Grace and his discomfort at saything those words when I think 'Pope-Mobile') I was like 5m away from him!! Woo! His presence here in Australia very much became a reality to me.
In any case, after his Holiness had left to tour around Sydney we had to wait a while for Bianca, Jay, Joan and Colista to return. Lucky. Got to be on the boat with the Pope. (Lol that almost rhymes!) The concert was alright, but as TJ mentioned, they were all "No Frills" acts. Ones of relative fame, but no one really knew them. It was still cool to jump around with randoms though. GOODNESS! The amount of Free Hugs! I can't believe how many people I've hugged today! Countless! There was that guy today, "Anyone from NSW gets a 75% better hug!" and he hugged me first! XD and then there was that charging group of Melbourne guys! xD Who ran up to us, and then we all ran up to them (the WHOLE youth group) and then this guy really hugged me like bear hug and then the youth group joined in and we were squashed into this patriotic sort of mosh-pit jumping up and down. Only problem was, was that because everyone squashed into us, we were still hugging and jumping and unable to untangle..... unfortunately well, I would NEVER rub up against like that unless we were.... married or something! Thankfully, this is a Catholic event where all sense of the sexual is completely irrelevant and/or ecclipsed by religious energy.
I slept on the ride home, we returned home quite early today! Instead of the usual ten o'clock, we left at approximately seven-thirty. OMG We met the Croatians on the bus! I swear, they are the most jubilant and indefatigably exuberant people you will ever meet! I just spent the last few hours trying to google that "Alleluia" song they always sing. It is the CATCHIEST tune, and they sang non-stop from the station to the bus, on the bus, all the way to the church and even out of the bus. Then they started their dancing circle. And oh! LOL that adorable Croatian guy who asked for the ball, with the broken english but who's HELLA PRO at soccer can play the drums! I just wanted to hop into their dancing circle, but I was too exhausted.
All in all, today was a good day. :) It wasn't as eventful and we didn't do much, but we saw the Pope, and that was an accomplishment. I mean, who can say that they were there on Pope Benedict's first visit to Australia. It's surely something to remember! I must get to bed! Oooh Ill bring my tambourine and a camera tomorrow! To upload take heaps of photos! :D
Until tomorrow!
Dana xoxoxoxox
WYD Day Two
Thursday 17th July
OMGAH. TIRED. BACK ACHING.
But damn was today interesting. I woke today absolutely exhausted had to run to church (NOT a good thing on three hours sleep and an empty stomach) to be there on time for the Catechesis and then Jay tells me that I have to bloody perform five songs (NEW SONGS WHICH I HAD NEVER HEARD BY THE WAY) in front of all the American Pilgrims! Can I hear you say, WHAT??? And THEN apparently I hear that I'm reading for mass! What! So of course there I am, empty stomach, completely paralysed with lassitude and I must be so invloved. THANKFULLY However, I managed to learn those songs quick snap and I pawned off my reading to Jeanette so I think I'm reading tomorrow (today, technically).
However the Catechesis session was enlightening and the Bishop was highly entertaining, very amusing man. :) Eventually we survived it, had lunch and travelled to the city via train at approximately 1:00. Man you've gotta love those Croatians! I love their music and their traditional dancing in Hyde Park. Seriously, Hyde Park. That's where I was ALL DAY. Primordially it was due to the youth activities in the area and we were registered to pay homage to the incorrupt body of Saint Pier Giorgio Frassati (I think I got that right). However the line was SO EXTENSIVE. Any longer and it could have measured the cicrumference of the equator and then some! We were waiting tediously for approximately two hours (becoming bored enough to initiate a sort of Irish jig), we had to pass security and THEN we were able to enter the Cathedral. It was so peaceful in there, I could have spent the whole day in there in some meditative bubble of quiet reflection.
On other notes though, it was excellent unexpectedly meeting friends there and of course making thousands of new ones! In the terribly and exhaustingly long wait for dinner we lined the paths of Hyde Park and decided to treat EVERYONE that walked passed with a celebrity welcome, rushing to greet them and hi-fiving and hugging randoms. "Spreading the love" as it were. The nuns watched with amusement and loved what we were doing. Growing up a devout Catholic in such a diverse world, it's comforting to know that there's so many people who share what you believe! Seriously, this has been the best way to meet people - run up to them and hug them! They were all so lovely! I would speak more about it but I am so exanimate at the moment and I have to practice my reading for tomorrow!
Okay, really have to get to bed.
Oh yeah! OMG The train home! We were the loudest carriage! Singing and dancing with all these Iraqi pilgrims! They were so fun!! PARTY ON THE TRAIN GUYS!
I am VERY impressed with the CityRail. They're actually succeeding. I applaud them! :)
Until tomorrow!
Dana xoxoxox
OMGAH. TIRED. BACK ACHING.
But damn was today interesting. I woke today absolutely exhausted had to run to church (NOT a good thing on three hours sleep and an empty stomach) to be there on time for the Catechesis and then Jay tells me that I have to bloody perform five songs (NEW SONGS WHICH I HAD NEVER HEARD BY THE WAY) in front of all the American Pilgrims! Can I hear you say, WHAT??? And THEN apparently I hear that I'm reading for mass! What! So of course there I am, empty stomach, completely paralysed with lassitude and I must be so invloved. THANKFULLY However, I managed to learn those songs quick snap and I pawned off my reading to Jeanette so I think I'm reading tomorrow (today, technically).
However the Catechesis session was enlightening and the Bishop was highly entertaining, very amusing man. :) Eventually we survived it, had lunch and travelled to the city via train at approximately 1:00. Man you've gotta love those Croatians! I love their music and their traditional dancing in Hyde Park. Seriously, Hyde Park. That's where I was ALL DAY. Primordially it was due to the youth activities in the area and we were registered to pay homage to the incorrupt body of Saint Pier Giorgio Frassati (I think I got that right). However the line was SO EXTENSIVE. Any longer and it could have measured the cicrumference of the equator and then some! We were waiting tediously for approximately two hours (becoming bored enough to initiate a sort of Irish jig), we had to pass security and THEN we were able to enter the Cathedral. It was so peaceful in there, I could have spent the whole day in there in some meditative bubble of quiet reflection.
On other notes though, it was excellent unexpectedly meeting friends there and of course making thousands of new ones! In the terribly and exhaustingly long wait for dinner we lined the paths of Hyde Park and decided to treat EVERYONE that walked passed with a celebrity welcome, rushing to greet them and hi-fiving and hugging randoms. "Spreading the love" as it were. The nuns watched with amusement and loved what we were doing. Growing up a devout Catholic in such a diverse world, it's comforting to know that there's so many people who share what you believe! Seriously, this has been the best way to meet people - run up to them and hug them! They were all so lovely! I would speak more about it but I am so exanimate at the moment and I have to practice my reading for tomorrow!
Okay, really have to get to bed.
Oh yeah! OMG The train home! We were the loudest carriage! Singing and dancing with all these Iraqi pilgrims! They were so fun!! PARTY ON THE TRAIN GUYS!
I am VERY impressed with the CityRail. They're actually succeeding. I applaud them! :)
Until tomorrow!
Dana xoxoxox
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