Monthly Archives: August 2009

 

It doesn’t mean a thing to Me.

It doesn’t mean a thing to Me.

And it’s about time You see,

Things Ain’t How They Used To Be.

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As they like to say, when it Rains it Pours.


When you realise you missed the boat. With uni and with life. There is no way of regaining lost and time and you are stifled under the pressure of trying to keep up with the present. Stress, deadlines. 

Move on Up.

 

When you realise that the right thing to do, feels so wrong in your heart that you cry in front of total strangers. You walk home with a heavy heart, weighted down near your stomach. 

Move on Up.

 

When you realise that you can never get back what you had because they, and you, have gone beyond the point of no return. You are gutted when confronted with the miles and miles that have grown between you.

Move on Up.

 

When you realise that just like nice guys, nice girls finish last too. You may have said that giving his cheating fiancee another chance was what you honestly thought he should do, but you denied yourself a chance to prove your worth. 

Move on Up.

 

When you realise it has been a whole year. It snuck up on you. Death is so final.

Move on Up.

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Hippa Hoppa.

 

“See we sail through the seas with a sun-stained atlas. Escape the day-to-day mental, mundane madness”.

 

“Real magic isn’t card tricks, big cribs and cars Bitch. It’s making something out of nothing, through this hardship”.

 

“I will not get played like Hansel and Gretel. Do it for the Dolla, or dance with the Devil”.

 

Inspiring words from Inspiring Australian music artists. Bliss n Eso are leading into unchartered territory.

 

“I won’t be put down, I won’t be shackled. I won’t be held back, I won’t be tackled. I won’t locked up, I won’t be thrown out”.

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Holding The Man.

I am not often moved to tears physically. I am not a fan of outward emotion and I am known amongst friends for having a certain ‘default’ face. However, exceptions have been made. I finished reading Timothy Conigrave’s novel, Holding The Man within 3 days of buying it. Without uni, I would have had it knocked over in a day.

This truly, gut-wrenching account of finding and keeping love was so poignant and beautiful I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it 1000 times over. And then over again. I cried on the train, I cried during my lunch breaks at work and I sobbed in the comfort of my bed. A true story, the love shared between Timothy and his lover John is a remarkable, and this novel is a testament to those who continue to fight for homosexual rights in Australia. Not only this, the text highlights the personal effects of AIDS as well as the social consequences that came from a lack of knowledge. As a society, it is texts like these that shall continue to help us in our fight for equality and strive for acceptance. It’s inclusion in the Penguin 50 Classics is a step forward, demonstrating not just the powerful text and beautifully-written, face-paced novel but a shift in society for the better.

 

 

Tim and John.

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