I thought not. So be there or be square!
Alice xxx
Thursday, May 6
Look Out! International Awesomeness Heading Our Way!!!
Friday, is the day my friends! It’s the last time to go totally ape shit before exams begin, and what better way is there to do that than at Assembly with Haezer, Grave Danger, Bruce Willis, Lapse, Blush ‘n Bass, and INTERNATIONAL awesomeness Cyberpunkers!!! That’s right boys and girls, they’re here. They are doing a South African tour, saying hello to CT, Jozi, Durbs, a host of other places, and even Stellies! You can’t say no. People are going to be talking about it. You WILL miss out. If you refuse, it will do nothing but take you back to those feeling of isolation, those feelings that always arose when your pure little innocent virgin self was sitting amongst a group of whores as they discussed their favourite sex positions. You don’t want that to happen again do you?
I thought not. So be there or be square!
I thought not. So be there or be square!
Tuesday, May 4
It's a Tough Life
Now I haven’t posted something in a while. I’ve wanted to, but there just hasn’t been time. I’m not too sure why because I still have not attended lectures (It’s going on nearly 6 weeks of unattended class, a frightening and horrific statistic), I still have not joined the gym (especially after I went for a run about 2 weeks ago and fucked up my leg so badly that I had to skip for four kilometers back to the car), and I still have not looked at a textbook or done that assignment that was due for 2 weeks ago. None-the-less, life has been hectic! The social calendar has been off the charts!
To try and create a bit of a lull in this department, I decided to stay in Stellenbosch for the weekend and to do some work. Everyone seemed to be going to Cape Town and so I would have nothing to do except work. Well that was a fail. Some Cape Town mates came up on Friday to watch Die Antwoord. It ended up being an awesome, eventful night; although I missed Die Antwoord due to my empty wallet, got hit on by a man that looked like he could be my grandfather, walked into a tree, fell down a flight of stairs, apparently hooked up, and found my friend passed out against my front door, using the step as a pillow. On a positive note I partied in great company, didn’t spend much money (there was nothing to spend), got free Mc Donalds, got a random lift home, and got to jam to PH Fat!
And so, with that, Saturday rolled in. I had planned to spend the day alone, with nothing except my books and an overdose of self-discipline. That was until The Queen rocked up. Before I knew it I had been to the Food Fair, returned, gotten comfy on the balcony, and popped open a bottle of champagne. Two hours later I found myself in Blouberg Strand with 5 other girls, 3 Gin and Tonics down, and another in my hand. Self discipline is not my friend.
Not long after, The Queen and I were absolutely motherless jamming in Stones and Buckleys; not having paid for one drink, having played hundreds of games of pool, and having made thousands of friends. Two of these lucky boys found their way home with us whereupon we partied until the sun came up, chilled on the beach, and then waved them off at 6am; pretending not to have noticed that they had reversed into the house – denting their Merc and leaving a huge black mark on the wall.
And so... Sunday swung by. After spending the whole day on the beach we decided to settle down and do some work. On Saturday I had consoled my self-loathing at my pathetic capability of being able to get my priorities in order, take life seriously, and do some work, by taking my bookbag along to Blouberg. It had worked and I felt good, but oh boy was that short lived. You see while I was frolicking on the beach doing fuck all except further confirm how useless I am, some sneaky mother fucker snuck into the house and grabbed the first thing he saw – my bookbag! Seriously.
We were sure that he must have dumped it and so we commenced our search for the bright green bag. We found a bag alright, but not my bag. We found the owner of it using nothing but a Temporary drivers licence and a video card (the only things remaining in his wallet). What detectives are we!?! It's insane!This guy, Nicolas, had had his car broken into earlier that day and because there was nothing but Bible books and verses in there, the thief had dumped it. I’m still trying to figure out if his bag was left because it’s contents would bring karma, a moral conscience, and hell, or because the contents were of no worth to him...
Either way some motherfucker is sitting happily; covering my exam pad with stick men as he tries out every coloured highlighter known to man, while trying to figure out what planet a flash-disk originates from, with the assurance that he will definitely get laid tonight seeing as he just bestowed his wife with a beautiful green bag from Germany, smiling as he looks down at his hand, the R250 remaining of my food money looking lovely in his grubby paws, while his toes curl above the warm flames slowly enveloping and devouring my years worth of hand written notes. Fucking Great.
Alice xxx
To try and create a bit of a lull in this department, I decided to stay in Stellenbosch for the weekend and to do some work. Everyone seemed to be going to Cape Town and so I would have nothing to do except work. Well that was a fail. Some Cape Town mates came up on Friday to watch Die Antwoord. It ended up being an awesome, eventful night; although I missed Die Antwoord due to my empty wallet, got hit on by a man that looked like he could be my grandfather, walked into a tree, fell down a flight of stairs, apparently hooked up, and found my friend passed out against my front door, using the step as a pillow. On a positive note I partied in great company, didn’t spend much money (there was nothing to spend), got free Mc Donalds, got a random lift home, and got to jam to PH Fat!
And so, with that, Saturday rolled in. I had planned to spend the day alone, with nothing except my books and an overdose of self-discipline. That was until The Queen rocked up. Before I knew it I had been to the Food Fair, returned, gotten comfy on the balcony, and popped open a bottle of champagne. Two hours later I found myself in Blouberg Strand with 5 other girls, 3 Gin and Tonics down, and another in my hand. Self discipline is not my friend.
Not long after, The Queen and I were absolutely motherless jamming in Stones and Buckleys; not having paid for one drink, having played hundreds of games of pool, and having made thousands of friends. Two of these lucky boys found their way home with us whereupon we partied until the sun came up, chilled on the beach, and then waved them off at 6am; pretending not to have noticed that they had reversed into the house – denting their Merc and leaving a huge black mark on the wall.
And so... Sunday swung by. After spending the whole day on the beach we decided to settle down and do some work. On Saturday I had consoled my self-loathing at my pathetic capability of being able to get my priorities in order, take life seriously, and do some work, by taking my bookbag along to Blouberg. It had worked and I felt good, but oh boy was that short lived. You see while I was frolicking on the beach doing fuck all except further confirm how useless I am, some sneaky mother fucker snuck into the house and grabbed the first thing he saw – my bookbag! Seriously.
We were sure that he must have dumped it and so we commenced our search for the bright green bag. We found a bag alright, but not my bag. We found the owner of it using nothing but a Temporary drivers licence and a video card (the only things remaining in his wallet). What detectives are we!?! It's insane!This guy, Nicolas, had had his car broken into earlier that day and because there was nothing but Bible books and verses in there, the thief had dumped it. I’m still trying to figure out if his bag was left because it’s contents would bring karma, a moral conscience, and hell, or because the contents were of no worth to him...
Either way some motherfucker is sitting happily; covering my exam pad with stick men as he tries out every coloured highlighter known to man, while trying to figure out what planet a flash-disk originates from, with the assurance that he will definitely get laid tonight seeing as he just bestowed his wife with a beautiful green bag from Germany, smiling as he looks down at his hand, the R250 remaining of my food money looking lovely in his grubby paws, while his toes curl above the warm flames slowly enveloping and devouring my years worth of hand written notes. Fucking Great.
Alice xxx
"Fucking faggot should stop taking it in the ass and go to school."
Have you heard of it?!
Monday, May 3
New Moan... The Taylor Saga!
This is a comment that we received recently about the blog on Anton Taylors’ article. Thought I might share it and try to indicate just how silly some people can be...
Ok Gossip Girl... lets begin at pointing out a ridiculous statement:
I am so happy that you got the point babyshooz, as that is exactly what I intended on doing; instead of attacking UCT, (because I truly believe it to be an amazing university,) I did indeed attack Anton, because if I did attack UCT then, firstly: I would be lowering myself to Anton’s’ level.
Secondly: I would be generalizing and saying that all UCT students feel this way about Stellies, which they do not. I would never insult a university with such prestige. Anton generalised, he stereotyped us and he displayed discrimination. Of course I would only retaliate to him and no one else, he is the one to blame, not UCT... you not a very bright girl are you? Because.... attacking a culture or group of people is seriously more bias, morally wrong and discriminative than insulting one person.
The reason for putting the profile pictures up was that we thought we would give our readers some kind of indication of how Anton looks, as well as showing his contradicting nature where he calls us “the drunken vagrants of tertiary education.” – Why call us that when he himself is clearly a heavy drinker? His insults on Stellenbosch gave the impression that he is a saint, which he clearly is not. “These pitiful creatures” was also thrown at us- Puking and making it his profile picture is pretty pitiful, and if he is so proud of the pics, why is it such a problem?? I’m sensing a wee bit of embarrassment.
Anyways, “this shitty attack” is anything but sour, I was simply addressing his assertion and showing how utterly wrong it is, not only unsubstantiated, but prejudice and immoral. I was giving Stellenbosch a voice, not aimed at insulting any students form UCT but Anton himself. I’m actually really sorry you feel this way, because you are a UCT student, and this was not aimed at you, it has nothing to do with you at all, like I said, it was just a little response, giving my view on the subject.
In the same breath however, I feel that your comment was needed, so that I could make clear my intentions with the blog post. I do not condone UCT, but rather Anton Taylor- so unless you are him, I have no goal in mocking you what so ever, no matter what university you come from.
It is our pleasure for providing you with entertainment and appreciate your contribution to our comment section. As you can see, we take all comments into consideration and try our best to answer even the most trivial of questions and respond to even the densest of opinions. It is also good to know that you are a religious reader and thank you for your prevalence on our stat counter.
Queen <3
babyshooz said...
hey doll, i read your "'retaliation' in words" before commenting on this frankly feeble blog post. I thought it would be cheap and mean to roast your written retort by arguing how it's an attack on Anton PERSONALLY whereas he is criticizing a general group, culture and mindset; honestly a cheap, immature, sour comeback to attack him personally (especially by perpetuating the problem you have with him- YOU don't know HIM: just as much as HE doesn't know stellenbosch students). that's an argument for another day and another blogpost though- this one is the one i was attacking, i don't need a link to the other (thanks for the help ;) ) and as before, this is still a shitty attack at him. profile pictures. honestly. if anyone is sour... it's gotta be you- the "anonymous" group who attack the man himself.
but, i mean, who am I to criticize, I "dont have the ability to read"
thanks for the entertainment
xoxo
gossip girl
Ok Gossip Girl... lets begin at pointing out a ridiculous statement:
“attack on Anton PERSONALLY whereas he is criticizing a general group, culture and mindset”
I am so happy that you got the point babyshooz, as that is exactly what I intended on doing; instead of attacking UCT, (because I truly believe it to be an amazing university,) I did indeed attack Anton, because if I did attack UCT then, firstly: I would be lowering myself to Anton’s’ level.
Secondly: I would be generalizing and saying that all UCT students feel this way about Stellies, which they do not. I would never insult a university with such prestige. Anton generalised, he stereotyped us and he displayed discrimination. Of course I would only retaliate to him and no one else, he is the one to blame, not UCT... you not a very bright girl are you? Because.... attacking a culture or group of people is seriously more bias, morally wrong and discriminative than insulting one person.
The reason for putting the profile pictures up was that we thought we would give our readers some kind of indication of how Anton looks, as well as showing his contradicting nature where he calls us “the drunken vagrants of tertiary education.” – Why call us that when he himself is clearly a heavy drinker? His insults on Stellenbosch gave the impression that he is a saint, which he clearly is not. “These pitiful creatures” was also thrown at us- Puking and making it his profile picture is pretty pitiful, and if he is so proud of the pics, why is it such a problem?? I’m sensing a wee bit of embarrassment.
Anyways, “this shitty attack” is anything but sour, I was simply addressing his assertion and showing how utterly wrong it is, not only unsubstantiated, but prejudice and immoral. I was giving Stellenbosch a voice, not aimed at insulting any students form UCT but Anton himself. I’m actually really sorry you feel this way, because you are a UCT student, and this was not aimed at you, it has nothing to do with you at all, like I said, it was just a little response, giving my view on the subject.
In the same breath however, I feel that your comment was needed, so that I could make clear my intentions with the blog post. I do not condone UCT, but rather Anton Taylor- so unless you are him, I have no goal in mocking you what so ever, no matter what university you come from.
It is our pleasure for providing you with entertainment and appreciate your contribution to our comment section. As you can see, we take all comments into consideration and try our best to answer even the most trivial of questions and respond to even the densest of opinions. It is also good to know that you are a religious reader and thank you for your prevalence on our stat counter.
Queen <3
Friday, April 30
The BA Stalker
What would this world be without stalkers? Well I think a much more pleasant place. Ok, I have been in Stellies for almost two years now and straight from the get-go, when I and all the other first years were making our way to our respective faculties, aimlessly floating down the corridors, as our eyeballs went crazy with intrigue, watching and observing all the new faces, I noticed something was up.
The BA Faculty houses some of the strangest looking people you will ever see. As most of the BA students are artistic and culturally orientated, they feel free to express their inner personalities for the entire world to see, letting their desires of Mohawks, tattoos, Satan worship and Asian style platted beards flourish. At first I was taken aback with this concept of liberty and eccentricism, but now I have come to love and enjoy the spectacles of the “Lettere en Sociale Wettenskappe gebou.” Every day is like going to the circus, as Elvis (an alternative bloke with dark hair that has a striking blonde Elvis curl, which bounces on his forehead with every step he takes,) Sumo (A morbidly obese dude who dresses like the drummer of Slipknot,) Riana (a coloured girl who is very pretty, but has shaven half her hair off and spikes the other side, who comes equipped with a lip, eyebrow and nose ring and a tattoo of a crown on her left arm.)
Then we have the Drama students who persist on wearing their costumes to class, I’ve seen everything from a fairy to a Roman Emperor. The B.A faculty is a mad house and holds the breeding grounds of Homosexual relationships and nicotine addicts- (picture Will and Grace, Lady Gaga and Marilyn Manson chewing a bat combined). I am proud to say the BA faculty has the most diverse group of students. The Poppies, the Hippies, the Loners, the “My grandma knits all my clothes” people, the Fat and Proud, the Emo’s, the Goths, the Anime’ freaks, the “I do art so I’m gonna make sure you see my clothes full of paint,” the Jocks and sport fanatics, the Covered Muslims, the Wanna be Rappers and the Nerds. Oh and don’t be surprised if you don’t understand what someone is saying; The BA faculty is home to international language studies, so often I find myself surrounded by German, Mandarin, Greek, Spanish, French or Nederland’s speaking students.
I have come to terms with the variety we shelve and absolutely love the array of strange individuals. But there is just one certain someone who I can’t stand. “The BA Stalker,” “BA Legend,” “Die Hard” or “The Ginger Burgie.” He goes by all of these names, if you have never encountered him, well then you are definitely not a BA student. This creep lurks through the hallways, with his beady eyes alternating from side to side as he preys on poor pretty girls. He wears the same fucking outfit every fucking day – a dark shirt with a white long- sleeve school shirt over, brown pants and black scuffed farmer-style shoes, AND HE STINKS!!!
Many stories have circulated as to why he lives at the BA. He doesn’t seem like a student because no-one has ever had a class with him, he carries exactly one book, does fuck all in Humarga, except for sitting at a pc and gazing around, and if he is a student and can afford tuition fees, why the hell cant he afford a new change of clothes? No-one has ever heard him speak and he looks like an old, poor- white, car guard from Strand who has a red complexion from sun damage or alcoholism.
Why in Randy Jacksons name has no one ever beat the diarrhoea out of this fuck head??? Probably because they feel sorry for the mentally retarded, because that is what he has to be if he is a 30 year old man who has nothing better to do than walk around, pretending to be a student, stinking up the corridors and prowling on girls. Holy smokes! If only one could draw the line somewhere, cause that shit is whack! Not only is he the only adolescent Wranger that I have ever seen, but the way he watches human interaction- without displaying any himself, seriously makes my intestine shudder.
If anyone has information as to whom he really is, please drop a comment. I can only imagine him being called Slitherin or Sméagol. I wouldn’t be surprised if I came back to visit my beloved faculty in 10 years time, that the “BA Stalker” would still be there, attracting flies and married to the tuck-shop lady, still stalking as powerful as ever.
Friday, April 23
Wanted: Home and Family
Now my parents love me, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes they have a seriously funny way of showing it. I don’t know what it is but every time a long weekend is on the horizon, they make me seriously question their paternal instincts…
This stemmed from the Easter long weekend - A weekend all about FAMILY and family unity. Well, they went away, inviting me BUT informing me that they had given my bed away to someone else so I would have to make a plan or sleep on the floor. Well fuck that. I should be first priority! I am their one and only daughter for Christ sake, and a lady at that! Nevertheless, without hesitation, they left me behind. I was abandoned with no family and an empty house.
Now, another long weekend is in store. While having a lovely family supper last weekend my father politely informed me,
“Mom is going away, I can’t deal with your shit, therefore, don’t come home this weekend. Yes, you are temporarily kicked out.”
Well gee wiz, that was uncalled for! I’m the perfect daughter, hardly given them a grey hair in their time, and what do I get for it, kicked out. Awesome…Still reeling I retaliated with,
“Well that’s fucking awesome, what am I supposed to do about clothes?” Whereupon he replied with, “I’ll give you half an hour every two days to come and fetch some.”
I mean, is this a joke!?! What the fuck is going on! DAD!!!
My usual strategy with him, when I am not getting my way, is to threaten him with a pregnancy. It hardly ever works but what else is there to go on? So I gave it my best effort.
He looked up, unphased, and replied,
“Well as long as you don’t come home I don’t care what you do.”
Well that’s fucking great. So now I have a ‘family’ but no home. Can we not find a balance please? And maybe some love? Some care? SOME HUMANITY!?
Maybe I just need to find myself a new home, and a new family. Any takers?
Alice xxx
This stemmed from the Easter long weekend - A weekend all about FAMILY and family unity. Well, they went away, inviting me BUT informing me that they had given my bed away to someone else so I would have to make a plan or sleep on the floor. Well fuck that. I should be first priority! I am their one and only daughter for Christ sake, and a lady at that! Nevertheless, without hesitation, they left me behind. I was abandoned with no family and an empty house.
Now, another long weekend is in store. While having a lovely family supper last weekend my father politely informed me,
“Mom is going away, I can’t deal with your shit, therefore, don’t come home this weekend. Yes, you are temporarily kicked out.”
Well gee wiz, that was uncalled for! I’m the perfect daughter, hardly given them a grey hair in their time, and what do I get for it, kicked out. Awesome…Still reeling I retaliated with,
“Well that’s fucking awesome, what am I supposed to do about clothes?” Whereupon he replied with, “I’ll give you half an hour every two days to come and fetch some.”
I mean, is this a joke!?! What the fuck is going on! DAD!!!
My usual strategy with him, when I am not getting my way, is to threaten him with a pregnancy. It hardly ever works but what else is there to go on? So I gave it my best effort.
“Dad, if you kick me out where am I supposed to go!? My friends are all busy so I will have to find a random STRANGER who will take me home. A stranger whom I will have sex with him ALL weekend. Who knows what that could lead to, a pregnancy perhaps? Another child that YOU would have to pay for and look after because it was your fault?”I was sure I had won, knocked some sense into him…
He looked up, unphased, and replied,
“Well as long as you don’t come home I don’t care what you do.”
Well that’s fucking great. So now I have a ‘family’ but no home. Can we not find a balance please? And maybe some love? Some care? SOME HUMANITY!?
Maybe I just need to find myself a new home, and a new family. Any takers?
Alice xxx
Wednesday, April 21
If being a student is supposed to be the best time of one’s life, why is everything so shit? I think I have fallen into that dark pit they call despair, where everything is bleak and the sun light seems to dim with every ticking second. I’m not trying to be melodramatic here, but fuck, I need a break. Exams start in two weeks and they seem to be a looming force, peaking over jagged rocks. These jagged rocks have sharp points that could pierce through even the toughest flesh, and are known as; Essays, Assignment and Tutorial tests.
Lecturers are lazy sons of bitches who leave everything to the last minute and thus decide that the last two weeks before exams should be filled with tasks to build up a predicate mark. Why they couldn’t do this a month ago, I have no clue. So right now I picture myself climbing over the jagged rocks, making my way to the looming exams, but I’ve managed to stumble, and am currently impaled between hundreds of sharp, stony spears, two of which are gouging out my eyeballs. Yes, I have a none- stopping migraine that is located in the sockets of my eyeballs, because of staring into the bright, white screen of my lap-top for 14 hours in two days, as I type never ending essays and pointless assignments.
My social life has not only gone to a ball of shit, but typing this blog, in the hope that someone will read it, will be the most contact I’ve had with the human race, this whole week. My legs feel dead from sitting in one place for so long, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need physio just so I can walk again properly. My only exercise is walking to the fridge to eat or drink something. Not only am I getting fat, but now I have no more food, and I’m broke.
Furthermore, my parents don’t want anything to do with me, every time I ask for a little extra cash to sustain myself, I get told I’m spending too much. It’s funny how all the times I asked for extra cash before, because I spent too much money on booze and cigarettes, it was so easy to get it. But now, when I’ve been doing my best to be a moral academically focused student, I must starve. Oh the unjust life we live. I’ve lost my friends, my parents and my money, what more can happen? Ah, that’s right, my car has decided to kick the bucket and has started fucking- out (apparently my alternator is screwed). So what do I do, seek comfort from my boyfriend? No, he loves ‘Pokémon Pocket Monsters’ more than me. When will these serrated, spikes release me from their painful hold?
As I have been spending the past week inside my quaint little flat, I caught myself inventing new methods of procrastination and entertainment. I thought I would share a few, in case you would like to try them:
1. Pluck your toes hairs, one by one- even if they are blonde and you can’t see them.
2. Learn the lyrics to ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’- because they are damn hard to hear.
3. Look up a word in the dictionary that you don’t understand, and then just start reading the whole book, for interest sake. (I now know what pyaemia means: “blood poisoning caused by pus-forming bacteria in the bloodstream)
4. Count the amount of white cars that drive past your window.
5. Look underneath your bed, you are bound to find something interesting. - I found a condom wrapper, some stale chips and an SL magazine.
6. Try and tie your hair up with a pencil, like they do in the movies- took me a good half an hour long.
7. And finally just stare out of your window, day-dreaming while tapping your teeth with your pinkie finger (I did that for fucking ages)
After I post this, the donkey labour continues- my brain is starting to fry, when exams start I’m not going to have anything left but mere ash. At least the clouds are crying for me, it just means winter is approaching though, another depressing concept to add to my list.
Queen <3
Monday, April 19
Haiti Tribute - We Are The World
We were taught to make collages in Grade one, and for those fast learners they may have even come to grips with the concept in pre-primary. On first learning about them I was a bit perplexed, it seemed rather bizarre. I mean, why would my teacher want me to cut out a whole lot of my favourite things from a magazine, and paste it all on one single page with no particular order or pattern? Had I been moved to the special needs class or something?
Well no, I hadn’t. I had just been taught how to make my first collage. Since then I have warmed up quite mightily to the idea because for someone who is highly unorganised and messy it is right up my alley. I aced that shit from that day on.
Well girls and boys, today I bring you the best collage ever!!! Well it’s not as good as the one we made of different sex positions but VERY nearly. VERY nearly. That’s saying something. Although come to think of it, it’s not really a collage at all. Maybe a montage. Ok it’s a fucking tribute.
It’s a tribute to the people of Haiti. Quincy Jones got all the biggest legends in the singing business to sing Michael Jackson’s – We Are the World. It’s bloody beautiful. Gives me goose bumps, no lies. The only problem (well it’s a good thing, but it sucks for my broke ass) is that in order to download it you have to pay, all the proceeds go to Haiti.
Simon Cowell is rather jealous and is saying that he is going to make a remix that will top this, but it’s going to be difficult. I mean imagine one song sung by; Celine Dion, Lionel Richie, Stevie Wonder, Jennifer Hudson, Josh Groban, Justin Bieber, Tony Bennet, Mary J Blige, Janet Jackson, Barbara Streisand, Miley Cyrus, Enrique Iglesias, Jamie Foxx, Pink, Usher, Randy Jackson, Orianthi, Fergie, Mary Mary, Lil Wayne, Carlos Santana, Akon, T-Pain, Will.i.am, Snoop Dog, Busta Rhymes, Iyaz, Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Jonas Brothers, Jason Mraz, Jordin Sparks, Vince Vaughn, George Lopez and many more! It’s like a dream come true. It’s basically a collection of the biggest legends on the planet. Except for Justin Bieber. I’m not exactly sure why he is there, AND he opens it up! I’m hoping it’s because he is a kid and a symbol for all the youth out there, or for hope, or for something along those lines, and not because people think that in this WHOLE month that he has been ‘famous’ he can now be seen on the same level as Celine Dion and the likes. If so, I will curl into a ball and slit my wrists- much like an emo kid would do. Except I would have reason for it.
So here it is, Michael Jackson’s “We Are The World”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Glny4jSciVI&feature=fvst
How great is that! Loving it. On that note, Simon Cowell - BRING IT!!!!
Alice XXX
Well no, I hadn’t. I had just been taught how to make my first collage. Since then I have warmed up quite mightily to the idea because for someone who is highly unorganised and messy it is right up my alley. I aced that shit from that day on.
Well girls and boys, today I bring you the best collage ever!!! Well it’s not as good as the one we made of different sex positions but VERY nearly. VERY nearly. That’s saying something. Although come to think of it, it’s not really a collage at all. Maybe a montage. Ok it’s a fucking tribute.
It’s a tribute to the people of Haiti. Quincy Jones got all the biggest legends in the singing business to sing Michael Jackson’s – We Are the World. It’s bloody beautiful. Gives me goose bumps, no lies. The only problem (well it’s a good thing, but it sucks for my broke ass) is that in order to download it you have to pay, all the proceeds go to Haiti.
Simon Cowell is rather jealous and is saying that he is going to make a remix that will top this, but it’s going to be difficult. I mean imagine one song sung by; Celine Dion, Lionel Richie, Stevie Wonder, Jennifer Hudson, Josh Groban, Justin Bieber, Tony Bennet, Mary J Blige, Janet Jackson, Barbara Streisand, Miley Cyrus, Enrique Iglesias, Jamie Foxx, Pink, Usher, Randy Jackson, Orianthi, Fergie, Mary Mary, Lil Wayne, Carlos Santana, Akon, T-Pain, Will.i.am, Snoop Dog, Busta Rhymes, Iyaz, Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Jonas Brothers, Jason Mraz, Jordin Sparks, Vince Vaughn, George Lopez and many more! It’s like a dream come true. It’s basically a collection of the biggest legends on the planet. Except for Justin Bieber. I’m not exactly sure why he is there, AND he opens it up! I’m hoping it’s because he is a kid and a symbol for all the youth out there, or for hope, or for something along those lines, and not because people think that in this WHOLE month that he has been ‘famous’ he can now be seen on the same level as Celine Dion and the likes. If so, I will curl into a ball and slit my wrists- much like an emo kid would do. Except I would have reason for it.
So here it is, Michael Jackson’s “We Are The World”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Glny4jSciVI&feature=fvst
How great is that! Loving it. On that note, Simon Cowell - BRING IT!!!!
Alice XXX
Thursday, April 15
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