Fillers make me sad :(

So I have nothing to say. Again. So, I thought I'd just do like a filler post... of things I love ^^

1: Ayla loves cute things.


Do I really have to explain this??? I love sheep too. Sheep are just... I have never understood the purpose of sheep in this world. Or a lot of things for that matter. But I do love sheep. I like black sheep more. They stick out, like me :D I got the two sheep today and the hedgehog ages ago lol.

2: Ayla loves those little things you just can't live without.


Meaning chocolate milk, phone, and... rubber ducks. Oh come on, who never had a rubber duck when they were a kid?! This one flashes. Oh yeah, that frog in the background? Don't diss him, he's just slightly verging on awesome.

3: Ayla loves her memories.


A word to the wise: WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW LONG THIS TOOK OR HOW FRUSTRATING IT WAS. That's like half my wall and it extends almost to the floor (my room may as well be a cupboard so I couldn't get the entire thing in lol :P).

(Short interlude here.

Dear blogger,

HURRY THE HELL UP! IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE BLOGGER! HEY I'M BLOGGER, OMNOMNOM YOUR GRADES! DEAR BLOGGER, TONIGHT WOULD BE NICE, OR EVEN SOMETIME BEFORE CHRISTMAS, WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE THESE PICTURES UPLOADED! THIS IS NOT EVEN MOIST!

Love,

Your calcium deficient friend,

the milk bottle.)

Ah, that felt good. Take that, you stupid lazy decrease-download-upload-speed-to-only-30-gigs-an-hour-after-eight piece of crap. >;] FYI folks, listening to Evanescene while extremely frustrated? It's not good for anybody's health D:

4: Ayla love light.


I love these little fairy lights :) the baubles are chinese lanterns (or wannabes anyway) from cotton on. The little flowers around my dressing table I got from the internet. Ah, internet, I love you :)

(Dear Blogger,

I see you have ignored my pleas to hurry up. FINE. DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CONTRACT A MASSIVE VIRUS!!! D: You know what? I'm not even gonna blog about going to the cinema tomorrow.

And you shall have no pictures.

And I may do homework.

Dear Blogger, don't drive me to this point. DON'T MAKE ME DO IT. 'Cause I will. And it won't be pretty.

Love,

Your calcium deficient friend,

the milk bottle.)

5: Ayla loves her comfort things.


Including and not limited to teddy bears XD Weatherby is at the back, Nook is the raccoon, and the little dragon doesn't actually have a name lolz. My grandma made the blanket they're sitting on before I was born.

I did have another picture, but I'm tired and I have to get up early. I have a hair tip for anyone who's remotely interested, and this will sound insane, and you'll be going "who does that kind of shiz?" - next time you wash your hair, dry it upside down.

I'm serious.

Love,

Your calcium deficient friend,

the milk bottle. (:

p.s yes, those little interludes DID require the use of bold red writing.

Riz's birthday part 2

Okeydokey. I'm back with part 2! I'd post more photos, but I kind of took like 300 and figured that you guys didn't need to see them all (especially the ones that have a maid's outfit in them). So, onward!

1. It was a dark and spooky night.


Backstory: I am being deadly serious with the title. It was about nine at night and we were all hyper from the copious amounts of sugar we'd ingested. From left to right are Kelsey, Karisma and Ashlyn. We all got around the campfire... and then Jamie busts out the ghost stories, Enyar and Grace tremble with fear and I take delight in sneaking up behind them and scaring the panties off them. :D

2. And then there were two.


Backstory: Me and smashin' Ashlyn! Everyone makes fun of us because Ashlyn is a gentle giant and I'm kind of, well, short. And I can be VERY aggressive and outspoken when you rile me up. Anyway, we were the only two at the party daring enough to eat an unidentified black shape at the bottom of one of the bowls. I don't know what it was but it tasted great!

3.The Littlest Woolworths employee.


Backstory: That red thing Jamie's holding is this weird chuzzle-thing. We got it as a communal gift for Riz for her birthday. Anyway, Jamie's kind of obsessed with it because we got it at Woollies, where he works. He had it over his face, but he thought I'd taken the picture already, and he was still smiling when I took it. Yay :D (Yes, he does look slightly insane. He usually looks like this. No, he's not on crack/pot/crystal meth/heroin/mushrooms).

4. And then there were spastics.


Backstory: We'd just arrived. Karisma appointed me official photographer (a good thing, seeing as I am pathologically obsessed with taking pictures of anything and everything) and I started straight away! At the front is her mother, Marisa, (who is like a second mother to me) then her sister Alloya peering around the side, Ashlyn at the back and Karisma at the side. I love this photo <3>

5. LET THERE BE LIGHT!


Backstory: We do this at one birthday party every year. Last year we did it at mine with fluffy rings, and this year with glowsticks at Karisma's. My arm is the bottom center one (kudos to me for getting such a good picture with only one hand on a camera phone) Karisma's is the middle left one, Ashlyn's is the one above hers and Jamie is the one to the right of me. I can't identify anyone else D:

6. And then there were awesome shoes.


Backstory: Me and Enyar have ALWAYS owened shoes that are about 395349856w349876854 times cooler than anybody else's (yes, there's a random W in that number, I can't be bothered taking it out :P) and we are NOT just tooting our own horns, everyone says so. Enyar's were fifty dollars from Sportsgirl (she's on the left) and mine were thirty dollars... from Amazon.com :D

And now I leave you with only one more word.

QUACK!



the sensational crusader! (:

Riz's birthday.

First of all, though, IT'S THE HOLIDAYS HERE :D time to do whatever I want, whenever I want (this is pretty much what I do all the time anyway, but I'm not under time constraints :D). My first endeavor of the holidays was Riz's birthday party.



Jamie with his balloon thingy. Me and Riz had a bet that there wasn't enough hot air in him to inflate the balloon using a long cardboard tube (Riz owes me twenty dollars). Anyway, just to prove his point he stickytaped it. I think by this point he'd had a lot of sherbet.



In this country, the policy "innocent until proven guilty" is the general gist of all wrongdoing, but not in Jamie and Karisma's case. They are always assumed guilty until proven innocent. The look on Jamie's face is sort of "it wasn't me hey!" when in actual fact it was him (he filled a balloon with sherbet so it went all over our clothes. This was taken just before impact).



Enyar and Niknak (Nicolina). I love this picture, Nicolina had to wrestle Enyar into the frame. She was still smiling though <3

I'll post more later, and probably about the party, but right now I need to start my holiday homework or I'm going to drown in it. Lol :P

the sensational crusader! (:

Random post?

Yeah, I do post obsessive-compulsively every day. I have to!!! The best thing about blogging is that I can say all the things on here that I can't say out loud, or wouldn't dare to. It's like Dunbar says. You can kill people. You just shouldn't (certain parts of this I disagree with lol :) very few people have it in them to kill another).

We had a surprise party for Riz today at lunch (it was her birthday yesterday, which was the 21st here and the 20th everywhere else). It was my job to lure her away and distract her while everything was set up. I didn't lure her so much as drag her away to the career's office, where I announced I needed to talk to Ms Adler.

As we walked back she's going "Ayla, what did you do?" And I'm like "Nothing! I see no evil, I speak no evil, I do no evil! I am INNOCENT of all wrongdoing! IT WASN'T ME EY IT WAS THE CHAIR EY! Why do you always think it's me!" and the entire time I'm walking ahead so she doesn't notice I'm pissing myself laughing at her.

The look on her face was PRICELESS XD I wish I'd taken pictures but I didn't. I didn't have time to get my camera :) She was like "You said you had nothing to do with it!" and I was like "I lied... :D" but you could tell she was happy, she was almost crying :)

OK, so now I move onto a serious topic. Can ANYBODY explain to me what the hell is happening in Afghanistan at the moment? Because honestly, I have no idea and the fact that three more Aussie Diggers are dead is pissing me off. It's not our war. I have no idea why we're over there at all! Plus, we have to do an English assignment on it, and I suppose because Americans seem to be more involved in it (they have way more troops there) I guess I thought they'd know more.

I always say "we shouldn't be there, it's not our war". But I've just come to realise that that was what everyone said about Hitler. Nothing was done about the threat until the threat was right on their doorstep. Had someone come in and crushed Hitler like the worthless piece of shit he was, countless innocents wouldn't have been lost.

[I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell
I don't have time to go round and round and round]

OK, I'm kind of jumping from topic to topic today. But has anyone ever looked at you on the street and you've thought "I should stay away from that person"? Well, a few weeks ago, a guy at my school - who I KNEW - molested a couple of girls in my year and the years below. I won't name him. Point is, I cannot explain how much I hate him without offending people with my trashy mouth.

The day before it happened, he actually followed me to the girl's toilets when I was getting my books from my locker. The doors have a big glass panel that's pebbled, and I could see his shadow outside the door. He waited for me for over half the lesson to come out before leaving. What a disgusting, sick pervert. And when I say "sick" I don't just mean he's gross. I mean he's sick. In the head. I mean he needs help.

[Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting]

Anyway, today I was up the street after school, and I saw him getting out of his car. Let it be known, he's only a few months older than me and only as tall as me (which, let's face it, isn't huge... I'm about 5'5" or 165 centimeters tall) but to me, he seemed evil.

And you know what he said? He said "Hi, Ayla" like he HADN'T wanted to rape me or molest me, like he had never once laid a hand on those poor little girls in the lower year levels, like he hadn't robbed them of their innocence.

If this was a sitcom or drama, this would be the point where the five-minute stare comes in and I then lower my head and walk away. Unfortunately for him, this is not a sitcom or drama. This is not As the World Turns, Home and Away (God I hate that show) or Neighbours. This is reality, and in reality not every girl is the damsel in distress that Jamie thought I would be.

This BOY is looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, like he owns me, with this hungry look in his eyes. He looks at me like he wouldn't mind raping me (let's get this straight, he wouldn't). He looks at me like I'm a jaybird and he's an eagle. He looks at me like "it's only a matter of time". He looks at me like "that was a close call, wasn't it?". He looks at me like "you're the one who got away."

[Here in the darkness I know myself
Can't break free until I let it go
Let me go!]

So he says "Hi Ayla" like he actually has ANY RIGHT to speak to me, and I lose it. A little. A lot. I walked over to him and cracked my fist into his face as hard as I could. He deserved it. I asked him if he felt like a man for what he'd done to those little girls, who were only twelve and thirteen (yeah, that's little to me). I asked him if he got pleasure from it. I asked him if he would enjoy being someone's toy in jail. I told him that the one thing even prisoners hate is a child molester. That even most people who are below the law and have fallen through the cracks find it sickening that someone could do that to a child.

[I can't hold onto me
Wonder what's wrong with me
Lithium
Don't wanna lock me up inside]

He's not allowed back at school. Even though he hasn't been convicted of anything yet, the court of law and justice has ruled that he's not allowed back in school. Good. He's a waste of air anyway. Besides, I think I did some damage today. He looked pretty shaken up, like, shit, my would-be victim stood up to me. She doesn't give a shit what people think of her, if they think she's violent or not. He looks like maybe she's right, maybe I am sick. He looks at me like, wow, I just realised the damage I've inflicted.

And then I told him he was going to burn in hell. You know what he did at that point?

He smiled.

The bastard smiled at me. He said he was already halfway there.

[All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a voice, without a thought, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong!
Bring me to life]

Mum says maybe getting sent to jail might be a wake up call for him. I disagree. People like that don't see children as what they are. They see them as scraps of meat, delicacies waiting to be taken. People like that don't feel guilt, or sadness, or anger. They're... emotionally mute. If you don't feel guilt for something you've done wrong, how can you even realise you ARE wrong?

I'd love to hear some opinions on this. From EVERYONE :) I know there are people who view this blog without leaving a message or commenting, but I would seriously love to hear some opinions. I love a good debate :)

the sensational crusader. (:

This is it

So this is really it. When I was in year 7 (12 years old, freaking scared of the world and everything in it) I never imagined that I might be sixteen someday, having life flash past as a series of snapshots. I don't remember year seven much. It was a series of circles, and when I think about it now I never really did anything worthwhile.

I thought life was so freaking tough whenever I got a sheet of homework or had to go to tutoring because my maths sucked. I was the most miserable kid on the block, to me and a lot of other people. I wasn't one of those bubbly, happy girls who doesn't have a care in the world. I was the child who struggled.

[And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing so baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back]

I have twelve months of school left. Twelve months before I'm on my own in Adelaide in university learning how to save people from themselves. Twelve months before I leave all my friends and family behind. Twelve months before everything I've ever known ends.

Already, Karisma is beginning to grow apart from us a bit. Everyone is going to university except her. Her end of year scores don't matter to her, and ours don't matter to her. How do you explain to someone who doens't care that that score is everything you've been working towards your entire life?

[I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun]

But I'm not afraid. I'm not scared of change. Change happens with or without consent. Even if I wasn't going to uni, my friends would be. We can't be kids forever. I wonder sometimes if having that realization is the point at which you become an adult.

In that case, I haven't been a kid for a really long time. People say I was born into the mind of a forty-year old. I don't know really; I can definitely have fun, and out of all my friends I'm probably the one most likely to cheer everybody else up. But there's always so much going on beneath the surface, and so few people know that. Even my parents don't. I don't like people knowing that I think about these things.

[You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Just let me go]

Everyone asks me why I'm moving to Adelaide, four hours from anybody I know. The answer is simple - I wanna know if I'm as goddamn tough as everybody seems to think I am. I want to know if I can make it on my own. I don't want to know what will happen if I stay here.

You never truly know a person, that's what they say. You don't ever truly know yourself. You could say "if I saw someone holding up a bank I'd rush in and save the people inside" but in reality you might not do it. How would you ever know how you would react unless you'd done it before, and who says everything will be the same way a second time?

So here I am, and I'm sixteen and two hundred and ninety three days and seventy two away from being seventeen and four hundred and thirty seven days from being eighteen and that far away from going to university and am I scared? Nah, not really. I reckon I'll be alright. All I've ever wanted to do since I was a kid is grow up. I wanted to grow up and be a doctor so I could help people.

Well, I realised my grades weren't good enough for that. So now I take psychology and I hope I can break people out of their own heads and let them see the sunlight again. I love the sun. It's beautiful. I would kill myself if I lived in a world that had no sun.

[I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems]

Everyone thinks that I'm afraid of leaving. I'm not afraid of leaving. I'm afraid of being left. The longer I stay here, the more people will disappear. If I go first, it's on my terms. Maybe.

I'm not scared of the world and everything in it like that little year seven girl was anymore. I'm scared of not seeing it. I'm scared of reaching ninety-five and suddenly wishing Gee, I wish I'd done that. I wish I hadn't been such a coward. I wish I'd taken a risk.

Heaven forbid I end up like that.

the sensational crusader! (:

Some pics :)

I have nothing to say tonight (again T.T) so I thought I'd post some pictures I took today while shopping (and other fun timez :D)

1. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.


Backstory: Bored at Hudak's cafe, me and Erin decided to sit on the top floor, away from all the small annoying children :) she decided she wanted to regress into her second childhood (note the army boots. This girl is not to be fooled with).

2: Escape.


Backstory: Erin decides she doesn't much like the enclosed, trapped feeling of the kiddies enclosure, and makes a break for freedom (we almost got caught by a waitress :D).

3. Strange encounters.
.

Backstory: Erin tries to recite her Macbeth presentation to us. Karisma gets bored. Chaos ensues and I put my phone away before something could happen to it.

4. Ridin' solo.


Backstory: On his break, Jamie gets down and dirty with an under-threes tricyle (there was a mean joke somewhere around here, but I won't post it :P). He proceeds to wheel it madly around Target, scaring little children and getting chased by an old lady.

5. No explanation.


Backstory: Somehow we end up in the home decor department, and Karisma finds another tricycle. High off Mother and half my iced coffee, she decides it will be fun to ride up and down through racks of curtains on it, and turns to display her disdain of my photography. As you can see from her sister's stance, not many people are willing to associate with her. Lol, I do tho :D I think she said something like "TO THE PIMP MOBILE!" at the time.

6. Rainy days.


Backstory: My baby emos after I finally beat her at tug-of-war. She forgave me after I fed her some turkey meat :D

Well, that was fun! I have holidays soon, so I might not update during that time, but after that is the tertiary trip to Bendigo and Melbourne. Going it Bendigo Uni, Deakin Uni, RMIT and La Trobe for tours :D I'll keep a journal so I can update.

Comments are love.

the sensational crusader! (:

Meh.

I haven't posted in a while because I haven't had any deep and meaningful thoughts. One thing, though, is that I have a question - has anyone seen Michael Moore's documentaries? FYI I love them. <3

1.When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?
I turn the hot tap all the way to the side (because it's winter) let the whole bathroom steam up so it's warm when I get out and then get in and turn the water back. It's an unorthodox method, yes, but a good one :)

2.Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle?
Sometimes. If they look interesting. I own 6 different shampoos (by no fault of my own. Dad does the shopping).

3.Do you moan in the shower like the people on the Herbal Essences commercial?
The whosawhatsit commercial? Who makes something like that?

4.Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?
Noooooo.

5.Have you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?
I have no siblings! Except a half brother I never lived with :)

6.Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower? Can't say that I have. Now it's on my to-do list.

7.Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot?
No. 'Cause I'm just good like that.

8.How old do you look?
People say when I'm in my school uniform about 16, work uniform 14 and dressed normally 18. The school uniform makes me look small an innocent T.T Riz says boots make me look dangerous. Which I am.

9.How old do you act?
Let's not go there.

10.What's the last song you sang?
Chasing Cars :) it was on the speakers at work

11.Have you recently become a member of anything?
....Such as?

12.What are your plans for the weekend?
Going shopping on Saturday, then work on Sunday and then deb practice on Sunday as well :)

13.Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?
I don't know lol

14.Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice? I'd like to take this opportunity to point out to all you lovely readers that rice is not remotely sexy. Except to weevels. Weevels love rice.

15.Does anything on your body itch right now?
My brain. Maths makes it hurt D:

16.Who's the sexiest famous woman alive?
Your mom. :)

17.Who's the sexiest famous man alive?
Ian Somerholder. Oh my goodness, I almost die every time he does something really nasty or evil to Stefan.

18.Does every family have a crazy uncle?
Mine does! Mine has several...

19.Have you ever smuggled something into America?
I was eight. My thoughts were elsewhere, such as the Hershey's chocolate I had at the time. I figured I could plan world domination thought nail clippers later.

20.Does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive?
No. In fact, the only one it seems attractive to is them. Speaking from experience, they become stuck up and all holier-than-thou.

21.Do you live in a city with a good sports team?
YES! Yes we do, we won state levels in football and BADMINTON XD

22.Have you ever finished off the popcorn and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag?
Yep. All the time.

23.Have you ever had sex in a tent?
No. I've never had sex and I don't like tents, too many spiders :S

24.What about in a boat?
I get seasick. That could be messy.

25.Have you ever dated a Goth?
They're heaps of fun!

26.Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?
Can't I choose both? :D

27.Can you fix your own car?
Yes. It's called taking it to a mechanic, handing over a fifty and saying "I'll be back at the end of the day".

28.Would you want to kill George W Bush yourself if you were guaranteed to get away with it?
Probably. The guy single-handedly screwed America over within 3 months of the 9/11 bombings.

29.Should guys wear pink?
That's their choice. I personally think some guys look great in it.

the sensational crusader :)