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deviantART: by:thisgirl32 http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:thisgirl32&section=today deviantART RSS for by:thisgirl32 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 21 Dec 2009 06:54:51 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png Upon War; A Lament http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/9436101/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/9436101/ Thu, 20 Jul 2006 10:23:22 PDT

No, I didn't write this. This is Marc's {[link] work, you can see the original journal entry here - [link]

Yes, he does know I've posted this here. Go check the link above if you don't believe me.

I agree with Marcus here, but I believe that everyone should have their own chance to speak their mind. In other words, discussion is more than welcome.

It is our fate to live in interesting times.

A Canadian family including 4 children, killed in the midst of the brutal Israeli invasion. 176 casualties in Lebanon, 13 of them militants.

Israel has lost 24, 12 of them Soldiers.

Something terrible has happened. A nation has taken into its own hands the matters of war, has embraced whole-heartedly vengeance. Sure the Americans have rampaged around the Middle East in a vengeance quest, but at least they left something to rebuild with. Israel wishes to bring a country to its knees, and its not there to liberate its people from some tyrant, its hunting down a group of Militants, so insidious and dangerous because they can blend into the populace.

America faces a smiliar threat in Iraq, and amazingly the solution isn't to charge in, guns blazing, forcing the country into submission. These militants have to be dealt with, careful. Each civilian death, each new Atrocity...Brings them more fuel to their fire, just as the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan served tofuel islamic fundamentalism.

We cannot stand idly by as Israel pursues this agression, because we cannot support a country that so disregards international law, and so presumptuously thinks it can do what it wants. If there is to be any resolution, it must be by both sides.

But there are those Canadian dead. Dead children, Canadian, Lebanese, Israeli. One cannot call either side good or evil, for such days of righteous chivalry are gone, and only shades of grey remain. But one can ponder this...Is Israel becoming what it so fears? As evil and as vile as the Hesbollah fighters, call them terrorists if you will, and even as evil and as vile as those who commited that event that they should remember. Burned into their minds should be the Horror of the Second World War, and what was wrought upon them. Yet even now they are savage and war-like, and children lie dead.

Something, perhaps, to think about. ]]> ~thisgirl32 The Source of Much Joy http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/5282157/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/5282157/ Fri, 06 May 2005 06:51:38 PDT

Mood:

*New Yearbook Happy*
Listening to: The Killers - Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
Reading: Angels and Demons - Again!
Watching: Whatever Emia Chooses

Well, it's that fantastic time of year again, when the year 11's leave and the school, once again, is rules by the strangly boarish year 10's. Not that I mind anymore - no year 11's just means no little shit's to hate all day, and a bunch of year 10 boys thinking they own the place...Which, of course, they do.

However, the year 11's leaving does mean at least one good thing - the new yearbook has finally arrived at school, and after months of giving up 2 evenings a week, I really can say, that as a year 12 with fuck loads of work to do, I'm so proud. It almost makes me want to be a magazine editor, but I think the stress would do me in, lol. It's a fantastic effort, with loads of pictures of our year, I will admit, but shit happens. We worked very hard to make that book happen, and now I'm never letting it out of my sight again...no, seriously.

I have also gone back to posting my writing up on here rather than my paintings too. I love drawing, painting ect, but it's my writing that makes me happy and occasionally gets through to people. It seems so simple, but to be honest I've really had trouble thinking of subjects to write on recently - hence the going back to my years of upper school English Lessons and my total love (yeah right) of year 10.

So, in conclusion - I have a subscription for the next week, and I plan to make the most of it. (No matter that I've already decided to buy myself one when this runs out!) Our yearbook rocks (I can't believe I'm using that phrase) and I'm not staying at home tonight. What in the world could be better....

*Goes to find out*

All My Love, Now and Always,

Carley Marie Hollis

]]> ~thisgirl32 My Life Right Now http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/4552106/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/4552106/ Fri, 11 Feb 2005 06:57:56 PST My dad had a heart attack on Wednesday night. It's completely thrown all my family's lives into disarray. Mum seems to be trying to not stop, not sleep, not think... Mitch, well, he's not right. He won't talk, take anything in. He's like dad like that. And me? I just want to go...somewhere.
Things seemed to be getting better. I know that Mum wasn't particularly happy - not at home, but we were getting on better, and Dad was out more. I was beginning to start enjoying my lessons again, I got into the French and actually managed to finish my English Coursework. Now i just want it to be half term, or the summer, or something. I don't want to have to think anymore, because all the things I'm thinking are scaring me.
I don't know what to do. ]]> ~thisgirl32 Reflections http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/4351941/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/4351941/ Tue, 18 Jan 2005 13:26:29 PST GCSE's for one. Yep, great results, as I'm sure you all know. Going to France, generally, an amazing experience. Starting 6th form - something at one point, I was so looking forward to. Prom - one of the best nights of my entire life. Being with my boyfriend for a year (and more).
But then I've had more than a fair share of problems too, most of them my own fault. Going to France caused me more emotional problems and general crap than I ever expected. Nearly losing Matt time and time again. Spending my 16th birthday in Clacton, on my own , without my friends. Hating 6th form because of the isolation you feel there. Just wanting to leave home time and time again.
But then again I can't really complain. I have a lovely boyfriend, decent grades and someplace to live. I suppose that's better than a nightmare where people end up unconcious????
(Sorry, still freaks me out a little!) Love you anyway Darling!
Love,
Carley ]]> ~thisgirl32 Everything http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/3946051/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/3946051/ Mon, 29 Nov 2004 09:05:11 PST At least I can sleep in my own bed tonight - that'll be nice.

On a happier note, at least I don't have so many worries now. Buying baby clothes at 16? Urgh.

Carley ]]> ~thisgirl32 For A Simple Reason http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/3411638/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/3411638/ Tue, 21 Sep 2004 04:52:44 PDT Anyway, Better go,
Carley ]]> ~thisgirl32 Thanks, To So Many People. http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/1658676/ http://thisgirl32.deviantart.com/journal/1658676/ Mon, 12 Jan 2004 02:41:15 PST
This diary entry is one Ive been meaning to get around to for quite a long time. However, due to a mixture of things (Christmas, the New Year, The Exams when we go back to school etc) this is the first chance Ive had to sit down and actually think about everything thats been said to me over recent weeks. There are quite a few thank you s I have to make in this journal entry. But first, Id like to tell you a story.
A while ago, there was a young girl. A young girl who loved to write. In fact, I think you can say she lived to write. And the main reason she loved to write was because it let her escape from her topsy-turvy life. This girl, at the time of this story, was going through quite a lot within her life. And I dont want you to feel sorry for this girl; even she admits that she deserved all that life put her through. I just want you to understand that she wasnt really a happy child, that writing was her escape and her focus. And one evening, at the end of one long, emotionally draining day, she decided to escape to her world of words. And you have to realise that she never wrote for anyone but she, her words were her own, and when they were shared, they were shared because she wanted her world to be shared. She loved, as she wasnt loved. And that one evening, that evening that not even she can remember very well, she wrote. She wrote a poem, dedicated, although she never said it was so, to her best friend. A poem about, however indirectly, how decisions had changed her life. She wanted to show the barrier that there was between herself and her best friend. She wanted to know where she stopped, and where her friend began. She wanted life to be clear; she wanted things to be easy. She learned you couldnt always have what you want. She wrote this poem, and she forgot about all of it. That was it. Then one day, some time later, she found an online organisation, which published all forms of art onto the Internet. The poem was published. The response(to the young girl at least) was incredible. So many comments, and so many compliments.
The online organisation was DeviantArt. The young girl was me.

One day at the start of December I submitted a poem on here called Imagine. Unlike much of my poetry on here, no one had seen this poem but myself, not even the people I usually share my new work with. So, I thought when I submitted it, all compliments and critics would be welcomed. Today, about 4 weeks later, Ive had 298 views on that one poem. On top of that, Ive had 16 favourites, and over 40 comments on a poem which, to be completely honest, I dont even like that much. Its phenomenal.
So here, I want to do two things. Firstly, I want to thank everyone who, up to this point, has commented on that poem. So many of those comments I havent had the time to reply to. Therefore, secondly, I want to apologise to everyone I havent been able to reply to. I do appreciate every comment, I swear. There has just been so much interest, and I really cant believe it. So, firstly, thank yous.

- Fi. Hun, your comments, your approval means more to me than all the other comments on here put together. I love you so much. I am so, so sorry for every moment of pain Ive caused you. This poem is dedicated to you, as it was from the moment it was written. The fact that you like it means Im so proud of it. I dont know what else to say. Its a new year now, and Im going to try so hard to make this up to you. I dont deserve you, and from now on I refuse to forget that, as long as you always remember that I think we can get through this.

- You know what I think about you now? Youre a really strong guy, kinda weird, kinda unhappy, but primarily, youre a really great guy. Lately, youve given me some really good advice, and Im really grateful for it. On top of that, I agree with what you say about this poem it reminds me of something else too, but what, and where from, I cant say. Thank you for all of your kind words, I really appreciate it.