“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.” Unknown
Tony Abbott said that the less said about the Bali Nine, the better. Of course, he is saying that AFTER he has already opened his own mouth, inserted both his feet and a few of his other political winner friends. He has already offended everyone in this case and made it worse with his comments. I suppose we should thank him for that, in that, we don’t need to say a thing more, no need for us to toy with perfection. Oh and in other news, he can eat an onion, skin and all, without shedding a tear. No Tony, unique talents get you into the circus, not people’s hearts. But thanks for coming out.
An Australian group just went too far.
We have been consumed with the fate of the “Bali Nine,” which is the name given to a group of Australians who attempted to smuggle drugs into Indonesia. They were caught with 8.3 kg (18 lb) of heroine with a street value of 4 million.
That happened in 2005. What followed was a merry-go-round of sentencing, all in keeping with Indonesian law, and then tons of appeals, back and forth, and the final outcome where today two of the men are expected to be executed (shot) any day now.
The families of the two young men are devastated and outraged. Both of the men are indeed sorry for their actions and have, according to many witnesses, transformed their lives and had become assets in the jails where they were housed.
Australians want their lives spared. Continue reading
“You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how, you love. There is courage in that.”
The first time I met an adult who took the time to get to know me and thought I was really cool, made a huge impact on my life. Up until that point I was the kid that everyone pushed into the back corner and no-one wanted to hear from. Adopted by my grandparents out of a sense of duty, their existing kids resented me. At least my brother was a boy, and boys had value. I was just another girl.
I don’t remember anyone really spending time to get to know who I was as a kid, so having someone who did, seemed magical.
It was a moment of validation. It was a shot in the arm and encouragement that I could actually be who I was, as different as I was from all the people I saw around me. It gave me armour against the barbs and the neglect. But . . . Continue reading