It's Time To Change Our World

It's time to change our world.


Joseph Kony.


Invisible Children.


Kony 2012.


The world has to know, we have to do something, and we can ALL do something.

Joseph Kony is who I identify as true evil. Invisible Children Inc. was formed to stop his atrocities.

I joined the movement a couple of years ago, desperate to make a contribution. Please check this out, please spread the word, even if that's all you do.

invisiblechildren.com

kony2012.com

Another installment

This extract is from one of my stories that a blogged about a few months back titled 'The Vatican'. The following is from earlier in the story line than the previous extract.



“Get a knife.” Iwhispered softly and she nodded, getting one of the few knives that were in theroom. I walked up to the door and looked back at Abigail. She stood slightlybehind me and to the side, out of the view of the door if it opened. She wouldbe ready if anyone tried to hurt me.
I opened the door acrack to see three men standing looking at me.
“We don’t mean youany harm.” They said softly.
“Prove it.” I saidand Abigail raised the knife a little, she looked ready to stab someone at anysignal. The man closest reached into his pocket and pulled out a little leathercase like thing. It looked as if it was designed to hold an FBI badge orsomething similar.
He flipped it openand handed it to me. I almost expected not to know what it was. I did however.It was the Vatican coat of arms. Maybe my interest in history could serve mewell tonight.
On the top of it, inred and yellow writing, it said Vatican City. Underneath it had the Latin motto‘Status Civitatis Vaticanae’. I steered at it for a moment. On the other sideof the case it said in plain black writing, ‘Swiss Guard, PreternaturalDivision’.
I looked up at themand there expressions hadn’t changed.
“Satisfied?” heasked. I pause and handed it to Abigail. She looked down at it then froze.
“You’re shitting usright?” I asked and his lips twitched.
“No, I am notshitting you.” He said in a bland voice. I burst out laughing. He had justquoted ‘Terminator 3, Raise of the Machines’. He looked at me sideways but Ithink the guy behind him understood. He smiled but then hid his face.
The smiler was aboutAbigail’s height, five’ seven’’. The guy whose badge I had was about six’five’’. The other guy was between the two and nothing seemed to move him fromhis solemn expression. He was built like nothing else as well.
“I’m Castiel, thisis Zebra and Barney.” The tall guy said motioning towards the short guy thenthe bulky guy. Abigail snickered at the second name and I did my best to keep astraight face.
“Right” I said butdidn’t move. I handed back his badge.
“May we come in toask you some questions?” Castiel asked politely. I looked across at Abigail andshe shrugged.
“Hang onto that.” Isaid to her and moved to the side. They came in and all eyed the knife in Abigail’shand in turn.
“You’re not takingany chances are you?” Zebra asked and we both shook our heads. I sat down on mybed next to my suitcase. Slowly I reached into it and got out my pocketknife,hiding it up my sleeve. I had the same feeling about Castiel that I did aboutthe guy who attacked us earlier.
“Hey Barney, do youever burst into a dinosaur?” Abigail asked and he looked at her with a boredexpression.
“You realise he’sheard it all before don’t you?” Castiel said with a small smile, apparently hefound it funny too.
“What do you want?”I asked defensively.
“To protect you andfind out who attacked you.” Barney said and I shrugged.
“Don’t know hisname.” I said and they nodded.
“We didn’t expectyou to. We just thought that you could give us some sort of description ofhim.” Barney replied.
“Hot.” Abigail saidand we all looked at her. She grinned sheepishly. “What?” Castiel smiled thenturned back to me.
“Next time you’re onthe run try not to use your credit card.” He said and I nodded.
“I didn’t reallyhave a choice. I thought a motel room would be more secure than sleeping in thecar.” I said and he nodded.
“We should get thetwo of you home. We have the perimeter sealed off. You’ll be safer there, andwe’ll be able to protect you easier.” Barney said and I nodded. I zipped up mysuitcase and Abigail grabbed hers.
“I’ll go get in thecar.” She said and I nodded. She walked for the door and I went to lift mysuitcase off the bed. It pulled on my shoulder.
“Fuck.” I said undermy breath and dropped it.
“What’s wrong?” Castielasked and I shook my head.
“That damn assholebit me.” I said and he looked sideways at me.
“Take your shirtoff.” He ordered.
“Excuse me.” Ireplied and he rolled his eyes.
“I just want to seehow bad it is, nothing dodgy, I swear.” He said and held his hands up. Ithought about it for a moment. I sighed.
“Nothing dodgy” Iasked quietly.
“I promise.” Hereplied and I sighed again lifting my shirt over my head. I was glad that thebra I wore hid almost everything. He walked up to me and turned my head to theside away from the bite. He put the side of his finger beside the bite and Idrew my breath in with a sharp hiss.
“Shit, that looksbrutal.” Zebra said softly. Abigail stood waiting by the door, looking slightlyamused. I stuck my tongue out at her and she grinned.
Castiel stepped awayfrom me and I put my top back on.
“I’ll dress itproperly for you when we get you back to your place.” He said and we left themotel. God I was glad to be rid of the place. 




Copyright Alyssa Hill

The Forks

Up in the Tararua Ranges there's an absolutely gorgeous campground which I've just gotten home from camping at. After almost a week out there I took a great number of stunning photos trying to capture the majesty of the native bush that cover the mountainous peaks where the frigid waters of the river wines its way down towards the Tasman Sea. With no Cellphone reception or electricity it was a time to get back to the basics. Sleeping in a tent and freezing at night on air-beds that deflate by about midnight, it was really all about the experience.
While it's meant to be the height of summer, I was still bundled up in layers of thermals and thick jumpers most of the time. We only had one day where you could tell the season, and the sun chose the worst day to make its appearance. We had to pack everything up in the blistering heat when we'd dressed for the cold we'd come to recognize.
Despite the weather, it was impossible to ignore just how amazing the surroundings were that we were in. With the sound of native bats and Morporks lulling us to sleep, we knew we were really in the middle of nowhere. Even the road wasn't for the faint hearted. Although I'm exhausted and extremely sore from all the tramping and accidents we had, and even with the minor cuts, bug bites, and bruises I sustained, I'd never pass up the opportunity to go back. There's something about the place which I find mystifying, and is absolutely indescribable in its beauty.




My awesome Dad crossing the river


The New Zealand endemic Pigeon, known as the Wood Pigeon or KererÅ« in Maori  
My very tolerant little sister who was very patient with me after I managed to cut my foot the day earlier. 


A Huntsman spider which was sun bathing beside the river where we stopped to take a rest after a difficult walk. 
The view from the window of the plane on the way back home. 

Mythology and I

I, personally, have an extreme interest in mythology and folk lore from around the globe. It both drives me to write and gives me a topic to concentrate my mind on when trying to develop a story and to make it as credible as possible. It also shows something that I believe todays western society as come to ignore. Many of us enjoy a good horror or fantasy but don't look any further into the story. 
That's what I love the most about mythology. It shows people's ideas and beliefs around things that couldn't be described in their daily lives. 
Whether I'm researching Hell Hounds, Lamias or Naga, it is rear I'm not thinking about what to do next revolving around this topic. I find it easy to get lost in the ideas and symbology and even easier to sit on the internet searching for the smallest information that I didn't know before. 
I just hope that these stories and tales never get lost or forgotten, as I believe they can enrich us all. 

If you want to see just what I research, and know a little more about why I do, visit my other blog at: 
It's only new so doesn't have many different topics, but it's just a taste of what I hope it'll be one day. 

Festivities

As Christmas passes the world by and leaves us for another year, festivities begin for the build up for new years.
Personally, this is one of my favourite times of year. Every one around me is winding back and beginning to relax after a long year and a lot of hard work. With a well earned Holliday in store for most, the mood is highly enjoyable.

I wish all the happiness that everyone can take as 2011 comes to a close and 2012 comes to great us.

The Matrix

This series of movies did very well when released and still remain very popular, but what I now enjoy most about them is a screensaver which has been created to mimic the code in the movies. It prevents images burning into your screen and is nostalgic of the movie enterprise.
The screensaver is freeware on windows, as far as I am aware, and in a way is freeware on mac too. However, on mac you get an annoying little message that pops up asking you to register, saying if you register the message will go away. The registration price is $10 american, or close enough.

Bellow are links where you can download this screensaver if you're interested.
Mac: http://download.cnet.com/3D-Matrix-Code-Screen-Saver/3000-2257_4-66656.html
Windows:http://download.cnet.com/The-Matrix-Screen-Saver/3000-2257_4-10067722.html


Here's a screenshot from the Windows version


Poetry: A Result of a Bad Day

So when I'm stressed, angry, upset or just down, I often write. A couple of months ago I decided to turn my difficult day into poetry. Although I think the result was slightly creepy (in a way), I kind of like it.
So here it is, one of the poems I created out of a very insecure and bad mood.



The dispair is gripping, powerful,
It exceeds all rage or anger
Happiness is only a distant dream
An idea set in the mind to taunt and tease
Unable to breathe through the tightness
A struggle to simply exist
A complete wonder
An absolute and strange ability
To hide and stay hidden
No one knows or notices
Or maybe they just don’t care
How could they
How could they care for the dead
For that’s what it’s like
Being dead,
Only still managing a breath
A single rasping, choaked, imposible breath
A slight imitation of living. 

Bullying

This is a subject that I'm very passionate about. The main reason I feel so strongly about this topic is because I've been the target of bullying. Unfortunately, and I'm not proud to say it, I have also been the bully. There's no excuse for bullying, even low self esteem. I learnt this through means that most don't. I managed to identify my own actions and link them to the cause. Although I wasn't the one actively doing the bullying, I supported the bully. I'm fully aware that sometimes supporting the bully is worse than bullying itself, and can be classed as such.

I know that there's been a lot of talk about bullying in the media recently. Bullying statistics are increasing, and so are the effects of it. People may say that racism, sexism and homophobia are decreasing in our communities, but many aren't seeing these effects. Homophobic bullying has led to many children either despising who they are, or committing suicide. Bullying cuts deep, which ever way you look at it.

I've seen the many, nasty forms it comes in. It doesn't matter the tactics that are being used, the results are all the same. The victim will forever know what it's like to know that torment, they'll forever be fighting not to let that affect them again.





One of the few ways to get through bullying is to have a good support system. But no matter how much teachers and support people tell you to tell someone, or ignore it, that's usually easier said than done. Teachers themselves have been known to be the problem. They see a child that they don't know how to deal with and label them as a trouble maker. I must stress that most teachers in good schools don't do this. However, it is prevalent in small schools. I've been to both a big school and a small school. The differences are vast and very noticeable.

Although bullying can make you stronger, for a lot of people it doesn't have that effect. Eating disorders and self harm can be linked to childhood bullying. Being different isn't a crime, it's everyones right. We're entitled to be unique, to express ourselves how we wish. It's a civil responsibility to protect the wounded, and the minority. Life's an experience for all of us, no one has the right to ruin another persons journey.

Unfortunately, some forms of bullying are not identified or understood. Favouritism by parents is as bad as bullying.
Either way you swing it, bullying is horrid, and although lots is being done, not enough is getting through. I may be just one person, but I beg every one of you who reads this to stop and think. Be honest with yourself. Have you done enough to stop bullying? Could you do more?
Please, I'm not asking for a miracle, all I want is to maybe help one person, and inspire someone to do the same. If we all do one small thing, it'll snowball, maybe we'll see the change we need.

Two of the anti-bullying organizations which I whole heartedly support are; Wipeout Homophobia On Facebook (W.H.O.F) and the Anti-Bullying Coalition (ABC). Their both on Facebook, and I really believe in the work they do. The links to both are bellow.


http://www.facebook.com/WHOF1

http://www.facebook.com/AntiBullyingCoalition

Uni Application

A couple of days ago I heard back about my application of a Bachelor in Midwifery. The email pretty much said that, though they thanked me for applying, they could not accept me.

Now I've just got nursing as a back up. I've also gone through the process of applying to two more universities which offer nursing courses, just in case.

I just thought I should give a quick update on what was happening with this as I know I've written about my applications before.