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July 10 A Man Holdin' On to a Woman Letting GoA Man Holdin' On to a Woman Letting Go http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95SkVPagAVE (Just click to listen to the song - not the video) ~Ty Herndon~ Two young lovers with their bodies on fire Aching to swim that river of desire Leaving innocence there on the bank by their clothes A man holdin' on to a woman letting go There's a man with a bottle on the other side of town Swimming with a memory that he can't drown Lord it ain't sunk in that she ain't coming home A man holdin' on to a woman letting go Chorus: His heart is telling him to hang on for dear life Cause deep down he knows She's letting go for good this time There's a daddy walking his daughter down the aisle Fighting back tears and forcing a smile Oh for twenty-two years he's watched her grow A man holdin' on to a woman letting go In the Hillvalley home there's a feable old man And he's holding on to a fragile old hand And the angels are coming to carry her home Now he's a man holdin' on to a woman letting go Chorus Two young lovers with their bodies on fire Aching to swim that river of desire Leaving innocence there on the bank by their clothes A man holdin' on to a woman letting go Oh a man holdin' on to a woman A woman letting go July 02 DriveThe faster your mind is racing the slower the world appears to be travelling. Cars seem to motor along at just 50ks per hour, where as your speedometer assures you that they're doing at least twice that. The CD in your stereo seems to have been stuck on the same song for at least an hour and you find yourself irritated by every word of what is normally your favourite song. Even instinctive actions such as brushing the hair from your eyes seem like slow...deliberate.... movements. These little frustrations build up, grow and eventually explode in an unidentifiable mess which flows into the boiling red lava of your already cluttered mind. Ironically, it is only after this intense occurrence that you are forced to slow down...to take a breath and remind yourself to be reasonable. It mightn't be alright but it will be ok.
Logically, most of life's problems crumble down to the simple "Cause and Effect" theory. Is it ever that simple? What about the effect the cause has? Break it down.
Effect - Broken glass Cause - You dropped it
Effect - Dropping the glass Cause - You were startled
Effect - Being startled Cause - A door slammed
Effect - Door slamming Cause - Spouse discovered they were made redundant due to an inconciveable decline in their companies profits.
Effect - Don't get me started. Cause - Again...don't get me started.
So much more than just dropping the glass, 'ey. Granted, it's not realistic to presume that we all have a responsibility in analysing the consequences of our actions, words, etc but sometimes we might want to analyse those of others. When you get a surly check out chick for example, do you immediately presume that she's unfriendly and/ or rude? Do you stop to think that maybe, just maybe she has been standing on her feet for 8 hours, has a million uni assignments due and just found out that if she misses one more weeks' rent she's going to be evicted?
Cause and effect - perhaps it's time to not concentrate so much on the effect but on the cause. There is always a reason and if it doesn't appear to be significant enough, then dammit, there has to be another reason.
Make the second half of 2007 the year of reason... Why? Just 'cause. June 06 eeeeeeeeeeeParty!~ JoE 'n' aLi'S eNgAgeMeNt PaRtY! ~
What an incredible evening! Firstly I'd like to thank everyone who came - especially those of you who had to travel long distances, your presence made the night extra special, thank you so much. For those of you who were unable to come, thank you so much for your texts, phone calls and cards - it means a lot to have your thoughts and wishes with us during this exciting time. A special thanks to: ~Joe's mum and Ali's mum~ ~OUT in the Doghouse - you guys are amazing. You rocked!~ ~The very talented decorator (who wishes to remain anonymous) and her dedicated team of helpers. The hall looked incredible!~ ~All the cleaners who worked over two days to make the hall literally shine~ ~Everyone who brought food, drinks and yummy desserts - it was awesome. ~ ~The contributers of the mountain of gifts - it was overwhemling. Thank you so much.~ ~Tony, Ester, Neisha, Margie, Dee, Steve, Ron, Allan, Kerrie , John and Izza - you were great up there! (on stage) ~ ~And last but definitely not least...to the lead singer of the band (OUT in the Doghouse)...I am seriously in love with you, I think we should get married~ ENJOY THE PHOTOS!!!
May 23 Influence - just how powerful is too powerful?
Should the daily news be classified?
Recently we’ve seen horrific accounts of teenagers viewing the news and then re-enacting the material. For example, an immensely disturbing number of youths committed suicide after watching a prominent religious and political figure get executed…and today we see this: http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=268771 Society sets guidelines when showing us fiction but as the world deteriorates, fact is often worse. I’d be interested in your opinions. April 26 Shattering glassIt’s officially 1 month, 1 week and a day since Joe and I got engaged. The original euphoria is still floating around despite that seemingly unavoidable (and apparently inevitable) pre-wedding day stress. I can now thoroughly emphasise with anyone has ever written a guest list (I think I’m on to my 12th draft) and appeal to those who have ever been left off one – it’s rarely personal. Take it as a compliment – the bride and groom to be recognised that you’d understand as opposed to their Aunt Harriet who wouldn’t talk to either side of the family again had you dared to miss her out!
A big thank you for the 53 (and counting!) emails received in response to our news. Your support and excitement means so much. Special thanks to Alex, Aaron and Dan - Alex for coming all the way from NZ to meet Joe and to accept my plea to be a bridesmaid and Az and Dan for everything they’ve done the last couple of weeks– you’ve been amazing and I really appreciate it.
Apologies for the lack of updates and ‘ramblings’. The below isn’t structured well but I think you’ll get the drift. Stay in touch and stay tuned!
Ali
PS Did I mention that I am crazily in love with Joe and that we’re getting married?!?!?!
Shatter the glass...
My definition of “Definition“ differs somewhat to the Encarta dictionary which reads “the act of describing or stating something clearly and unambiguously “ I’d rather view it, at least in a human application, as a tainted ‘film’ which engulfs us almost like a second skin. Suffocating, enveloping and recreating not only who we are but who we thought we were. Ever been asked if you’re a glass half full or a glass half empty kind of person? Your reply allows the questioner to use your opinion of the status of a drinking vessel to determine if you are a pessimist or an optimist. How accurate can this be? Surely there are occasions when your attitude towards the level in the glass is affected by other influences. A lack of interest, perspective or acknowledgement, perhaps? Allowing people to ‘define’ us, allows them to create us. Why do we allow it? Why do we give the others the opportunity to ‘categorise’ us – usually within a majority?
I read an interesting quote, somewhere, the other day… ‘Many people may be responsible for our past and the person we are today but only we are responsible for our future and the person we will be tomorrow’ Cliché? Perhaps. I’d rather see it as recognising that the person we are cannot be defined by the simple observance of others but rather who we know we are. Too much emphasise is placed on us squeezing ourselves into the mould others believe we should fit. Perhaps we should not use our energy to try to become someone we aren’t – at least not until we get to know the person we truly are. It doesn’t have to be half full, hell, it doesn’t even have to be half empty. It doesn’t even have to be there – in fact....just shatter the glass. March 21 We're engaged! (Part 2 - the Extended Version)Good morning, good morning, good morning!
Forget my pact, forget my resolve and forget privacy - this blog is not going to be written in cryptic code and yes, it's going to be somewhat revealing....WE'RE ENGAGED!!!
What an incredible 5 days.... I'm still reeling from the excitement and enormity of it all so apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense!
After an exhausting and work weary week, I was really, really looking forward to seeing Joe. For the last couple of weeks we've discussed the possibility of 'meeting halfway' and were allegedly going to meet on Sunday afternoon in Byron Bay. Even though our three month anniversary was on the Saturday, the latest tract campaign for the Memorial began then so we thought Sunday was more appropriate... On Saturday morning, it was revealed that Joe was in Brisbane (?!!?!) and we spent a magical day together before ending up at the top of Mt Coot-tha. For anyone who's ever been there, it is one of the most amazing places in Brisbane and the evening was very special. If I hadn't been spoilt enough all day, I was given a bottle of gorgeous perfume...mmm....I'm wearing it now and it's Lovely.
Sunday was another excellent day with witnessing in the morning and a couple of hours spent in my very hot house with me trying to put a picnic together. When it was finally completed, we headed over to Rocks Riverside Park in Jindalee - one of our mutually favourite parks for many, various reasons. After the picnic (and me spilling a whole cup of pulp-filled orange juice all over myself) we went for a walk under a bridge. I won't tell you exactly what he said but I will tell you the moment, the atmosphere, the location - everything - was perfect.The bridge represents perhaps everything the park does so it couldn't have been a more special place. The Ring (which he picked completely by himself with very scarce clues) is also perfect - I love it.
It's impossible to type emotion so I can't tell you precisely how incredibly happy and crazily in-love I am but you can try to imagine.
 I LOVE YOU JOE!!! March 08 Blink and you'll miss it!<<Skidding to a stop in front of her computer; Ali types this blog in a blur of speed and slight inaccuracy - fill in the gaps yourself! I don't have time!!>>
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MaybeifIdon'tpressthespacebarI'llbeabletotypethisfaster? No? Drats!
Once again, it's been an incredible, action/event packed couple of weeks. So action packed, in fact, that seemingly significant things such as eating and sleeping have taken a back burner and this blog has been a "draft" for the last fortnight.
It's also been one of the most difficult blogs for me to write because I'm trying to make it factual/philosophical and interesting. This is proving to be too difficult so here's a very brief rundown of the last couple of weeks.... (in order of occurance)
Disturbingly, I have been cat-less for quite a few months. An AliCat is not complete without a "cat" so just to make sure, I got two. Ciaro and Jericho became Ali's Cats a few weeks ago - photos coming soon. I finally finalised my housemates. Korin, Leanne, My(pronounced "Mimi"),Natasha and Penny will be moving in over the next couple of weeks. Very exciting. We had our special assembly day last Sunday. I remember that time last year, I was sitting in a cafe in Rotorua, NZ sipping a latte` and writing a postcard. This year, I was sitting next to the receiver of the postcard in the Browns Plains Assembly Hall. I love life = ) Okay, I really want to publish this so I'm going to go now. Will try and elaborate in my next entry!
Adios!! Rushed thought for the afternoon
Have you ever had one of those dreams that you're sure you've dreamt before? You know what's going to happen to the point of knowing the precise moment the dream is going to end. They're fine when they're nice dreams but those embarrassing, awkward and somewhat frightening ones that crop up every now and then are made exceptionally worse by you knowing what's going to happen. Perhaps we sometimes find ourselves in true life situations like this. We know exactly what's going to happen when we get in to a certain situation because we've been there many times before. But like the lack of control we have over dream, sometimes we just can't help ourselves. Tell me, can we stop this from happening? Answer...no, we can't. The reason we end back there is no so we can learn to avoid the situation....it's so we can learn to deal with it. Aka the "the reason we fall is so we can learn to get back up" mentality.
~As you journey through life, choose your destinations well, but do not hurry there. Avoid the shortcuts... wander the back roads... enjoy the scenery. And remember that the true worth of your travels lies not in the destination but in who you come to be along the way. ~ February 21 Arguing with English - 1:01Too many years ago, I had a mild obsession with creating words. I would invent them spontaneously yet say them with such conviction that their authenticity was rarely questioned. I blame the English language for my deception. Despite being one of the most complicated languages to learn, we still struggle to find the simplest way to express what we’re trying to say. There just aren’t enough words to denote all human emotion. For example…it’s agreed there are several types of love. But English has only one word to describe them all. Any thesaurus will tell you that other words are “adore”, “care”, “fond of”, etc but honestly, aren’t these just descriptions? In Greek the words ‘agape’, ‘philia’ or ‘eros’ are used to describe three faces of love – what are the English equivalents? Quite simply, there aren’t any.
Are we, perhaps, a little to blame? True, there maybe a lack of words to describe human emotion. But is there also a lack of definitions? I’ll try to explain… have you ever cried when you’ve been uncontrollably happy? Someone will ask: “What? What’s wrong?” and you reply “I’m just… *sob* *hiccup*… I don’t know. So happy” Seriously? Happy? When I think happy, I think a 2 year old eating ice cream. Their face breaks into a huge grin, their eyes fill with stars (not tears) and you can literally see, sense and sometimes even hear their happiness (*slurrrp*) What about when you’re lying in the arms of someone you love? You feel so rested, so at peace, so content, so incredibly safe…Happy? Is it the same feeling you got when you first tasted ice cream?
Perhaps we don’t fully understand our emotions and as a result, are unable to express them. Is it because of this that there is no need for more descriptively accurate words?
Hmm... emotion is a strange thing. Almost as strange as the English language.
Snow Patrol - Run
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP5j_Q9CZ3w&mode=related&search=
I'll sing it one last time for you and
SP iiiEoj, Uoy Sevol IlA February 16 ....rain....As I look out the heavily tinted window of my manager’s office, I notice that there are thick grey clouds settling quite comfortably above Toowong. Seconds later sheets of water are falling and drenching the more curious observers who ventured outside their offices to peer with amazement at this unexpected sight. Rain. Beautiful, luxurious, sheets of rain. We all know what this means. Unless you’ve been living on Mars, in a cave, under a rock, with socks stuffed in your ears and a blindfold on you’d know that Queensland is in the worse drought of its history. Almost every paper has a debate or at least a paragraph on the pros and cons of recycled water and nearly every radio station is running a competition for ‘drought relief’. Although we’ve had a few ‘false alarms’ lately, there is something about this rain. Something that tells all of us that this time it will fall on the catchment and once again, Queensland will be saved literally days before it reaches crisis level. I place my hand against the glass feeling, not without surprise, the icy coldness this rain has brought. Yesterday, it was 33 degrees. Now, I'm beginning to think that the winter clothes already in stores, aren’t such a bad idea. Less than four months ago I lived in a climate that may as well have been on the other side of the world. It rained practically every day and the fear of running out of electricity replaced water woes. How can our lives be so identical to everyone else’s yet so completely different? Australia is a land of extremes. It’s probable in a month or so I will be telling you about the flood that’s wiped out most of my father’s land and the pressure my boyfriend and his family would have been under to ensure that their farm is protected. As unstable as our lives may be as Australians, there is something appealing to us about extremities. This, perhaps, is why we’re so good at dealing with crisis and why our identifying catch phrases are “No worries”, “She’ll be right” and “It’s all good”. It’s bred into our souls from a lifetime of hard work and dealing with diaster. This ‘fight or flight’ attitude allows us to see that things ‘are as they are’ – an attitude that will occasionally alienated us from the rest of the world. In this case, though, I just feel relief. It’s raining. It’s finally, finally raining. Have a great weekend = ) "Sometimes we avoid asking questions not because we’re afraid the other person will lie. It’s because we’re afraid they’ll tell the truth”
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