Disney X Rated ;)

So, waking up at noon on a Sunday is typically what happens in this household. Well for me at least. The first thing i usually do is eat some breakie, then go straight to the computer. My Windows Live Messanger usually always pops up and that "Today" window comes up too. I like to hear all these random tabloid stories that make no sense. But there was this one article that really got me going, it was titled "Disney's XXX secrets". I've only thought Walt Disney was a bit of a pedo or some sort of horny psycho, and this article just made me laugh.

Alright, so the first picture they have in the gallery was a scene from Aladdin. And they claim that as Aladdin tries to sneak into the Princess's balcony, he says to the tiger Raja "Good teenagers, take off your clothes". I find that confusing, i dont understand why on earth he would be saying that to Raja, and why Aladdin is saying that using plural form "teenagers". Is there something else in this scene we dont see? What was really said was "Come on...good kitty, take off and go". Pretty much some horny adolescents misheard this and assumed the worse.

The next scandal, i know is diffently true. Does anyone remember in the Lion King, when Simba has grown up and slumps onto the edge of the cliff and beneath him a pile of dust flies into the night sky, and this strange, abnormal pattern appears? Well if you look closely and pause at the right moment, you can see the word SEX. Cool right? Most people who disagree with fact that it says SEX in the sky, claim it says SFX because they wish to keep the integrity of the film and all that Disney stands for, BULLSHIT!

One of my all time favourite Disney films was the Little Mermaid. There's many issues i find with the Little Mermaid, like for example, in the scene just after Ariel flees from the shore after saving Prince Eric and stares at him from afar on the rocks, does anyone notice how skinny Ariel is? I find that highly controversial, i mean is Disney trying to say that only skinny girls can land the guy? I have not seen a fat or above average sized woman in any Disney movie winning the Prince. Anyway thats not the controversy, the controversy here lies in the movie cover.

Now, i don't know if you can see that, or maybe I'm just a filthy adult, but to me, that figure within the castle looks a lot like a penis? Am i wrong? You can interpret that in any way you like, but i like my theory ;). The article then claims that the artist was completely unaware of the resemblance of the male genitalia, WHATEVER TREVOR!

Next theory was that the priest performing the wedding ceremony between Eric and Ursula in disguise was that the priest got a bit too "excited" if you know what i mean ;).

And yet again, they've managed to kill the fun out of this "exciting" scandal. Apparently as you see in the other picture, its just his knees. Boring huh? Controversy makes things a lot more interesting in my opinion.

I personally like this one, because apparently its actually true. Alright, the Rescurers, so far the oldest movie in the list so far. It says that when the two mice are flying around in their sardine tin airplane there is a woman who appears topless in the window as they pass by. And people claim us teenagers/adolescents are horny and disturbed from the things we do, pft!

The issue of nudity has no been addressed yet in Disney films, till now. In my personal opinion, i think Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Rodger Rabbit is a whore to being with. Stuff all the controversy about the film, the fact that she is in the film foxy red hair and amazing body figure raises the issue. She is absolutely the biggest whore in Disney so far. Anyway the issue here is that, when she gets thrown out of her car apparently her vag is shown because she aint wearing any underwear. Well, i havent really seen Rodger Rabbit in a long time, and its not like i look into that stuff, but this i feel isn't worth seeing. You must be desperate to freeze frame that scene over and over again just to see if it actually happens.

Racism is a controversial issue in itself. In the words of Kirk Lazarus in Tropic Thunder "For four hundred years, the word has kept us down". If you havent watched Tropic Thunder yet, its the word Nigga. Apparently in a scene of Rodger Rabbit, Donald Duck is performing a duet with Daffy Duck on a black piano and Daffy is on the white piano, for obvious reasons there. But thats not the point, obviously the whole point of having them on coloured pianos is the crack up and i think it was misintended to offend anyone, but Donald supposedly calls Daffy a "nigga". Even though Disney was a psychotic nympho, i doubt he would add racist to his list of flaws.

The next one is from Pixar's Toy Story. Although its Pixar, not Disney this one is worth picking up. So apparently Mr. Potato Head tells Woody he is "Laser Envy" when Andy introduces Buzz to the rest of the toy crew. The "laser envy" theory dates back to Siegfried Freud's (i dont even know who it is, but i thought it was very clever) "Penis envy". You get the jist of it all, makes sense now huh?

I like Alice in Wonderland. I'm especially looking forward to the Tim Burton version with Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter. So they say that this movie is circulated around the aspect of drugs, that "going down the rabbit hole" is drug slang for let's take drugs and that retarded caterpillar is smoking something strange. What do you think? I mean, Alice does eat that mushroom and gets those weird illusions. I think the drugs aspect of it all was completely intentional. The whole point of Alice in Wonderland is that its a dream (well pretty much). Like an "imaginative journey" =P. The drugs aspect of it all just makes it sound more reasonable.

I never really liked Snow White. She isn't exactly the epitome of a Princess, and her Prince isn't exactly worth being called a Prince. What did he do to save her? Eric fought off a giant squid, Aladdin battled a massive snake and saved Jasmine from drowning in an hour glass. All Snow White's prince had to do was kiss her to wake up, LAME! Anyway, controversy here, the seven dwarves resemble the seven stages of cocaine addiction. If there were to be true, what would Doc mean? Well thank goodness, it isn't true, just someone trying to make everything dirty or controversial.

So thats my post for today =). Ciao

XOXO

"I feel the pain of everyone, now i feel nothing"

There are many advantages of having an older brother or sister. For example, depending on the size of your older sibling, you can borrow clothes. I always find that my sister has exceptional fashion sense. Another thing is that you can ask for advice on anything, school, boys/girls, life, pretty much whatever they've been through which you may be experiencing now.

I remember when I was about eleven years old, i just finished year 6 and i was on holidays. My sister just finished year ten and was about to start year eleven next door. I had the chicken pox which i caught from my niece who although was "recovering" from the pox hugged me and coughed on me in the car, thus transmitting the disease to me. I noticed something awfully strange about something "downstairs", and like the shy girl that i am, i said nothing. Mum finally realised something was up when i refused to sit down, lie down and always walked around the house sideways. She said, "turn around Sasha". At that moment she knew what it was and asked my sister to explain it to me. If you haven't caught my drift yet, you should know by now.

So i was in the CR, door locked and staring at this new "contraption". My sister on the other side of the door was saying, "peel the little tab looking thingy". And yeah, the rest i dont think i should describe =P. From that moment i finally realised what wisdom my sister had and how much i wanted to emulate her.

Your probably thinking, what relevance did my story have to whatever i'm on about. Well, like any factor in life, when you have advantages you must have disadvantages. And i think the MAJOR disadvantage of having an older sibling is ofcourse, the fact that your parents just LOVE to compare the two of you, in good ways and bad. For example, grades. I know thousands of people who are always compared to their older siblings based on their grades. "Why aren't you as smart as your brother?", "How come he got an award and you didn't?", "If you sister can get an A then you can definitely get an A". I guess it's sort of a motivation to prove to them you can do it, and that you can actually do better than your older sibling, but at the same time its kind of an insult.

I hate being compared to my sister. I'm fine with people saying that i look like my sister or she looks like me. Whatever, we're sisters, we're mean't to. But what i hate most especially coming from my own mother, is her constant nagging about physical appearance and weight. I mean i know i'm fat. I live my life everyday looking at all these skinny people in uni, blacktown, on the street, in magazines, movies, EVERYWHERE far out and thinking how the hell do they do it? And i hate it when skinny people call themselves fat. GET A FUCKING GRIP PEOPLE!!! you are not fat, you must be mentally screwed to think that you're fat.

Today my mum and sister went to blacktown today for grocery shopping and i stayed home to watch a video for a test. My sister comes home with all these new clothes and my mum followed her, i pretty much closed my room so that i could concentrate on my test and through the walls i could hear, "OH MY GOSH MONICA! You've lost so much weight! You look so skinny now." and even though this was in a quiet whisper i could hear my mum say "now it's Sasha turn to lose weight". I think my mum seriously does that to piss me off. She does it everyday! Everyday of my stinking, miserable life. She torments me about it, she constantly reminds me of the "apple of her eye" (my sister) and how much she would want me to emulate that. And even though i said i want to emulate my sister, i dont want to be EXACTLY like her. My mum just loves to get me depressed, it's like, thanks mum for your KIND and MOTIVATING words. GAH!!!! Sometimes having an older sister really pisses me off.

My sister knows how i feel about it all. Everytime my mum compares me to her, my sister changes the subject because she also knows what it's like to be compared and constantly poked out until they get the message. I mean she is my older sister. She's been there for me when no one else was. She helped me in my prepubescent days with the boys, the physical changes. She's always there to make me laugh. I really don't take the time to appreciate that or tell her that.

Just an ordinary day

I was on my way home from the city one day, and in front of me was this boy. Looked like he was sixteen or seventeen, tall, blonde, surfie kind of dude, but it wasn't his looks that had me spell-bound. Like an express train to the western suburbs is, at peak hour everyone was sitting next to complete strangers, shoulder to shoulder (except me ofcourse, i wondered why, anyway..). So the boy was sitting next to a mother and her daughter, who was about the same age as he was. This mother and daughter were foreign, french i think it was. The mother and daughter were having a little argument on the train about something and the boy interupted them..

Boy: excuse miss, but is there something i can help you with?
Girl: does this train go to blacktown?
Boy: yes it does, what nationality are you?
Girl: I am french
Boy: can i ask a favour? how do you say "you are beautiful in french?"

And i sat behind them listening to their conversation. It was honestly the cutest thing you could ever imagine. And i was happy that the boy didnt refer to her as hot, the word beautiful isn't used much in our society. Beautiful just has more sincerity in it and it just makes a woman feel special. Most guys i know these day wouldn't bother with the word beautiful. That little conversation just made me smile, although i looked like a complete idiot on the train smiling at nothing, it certainly made my day. Just makes you think, who come guys these days dont use that type of language and sincerity towards girls. Most guys act like complete pigs, wolf whistling, saying "oh, i'd tap that ;)" or, "fahh, she's hot". Guys need to learn to be more polite and not superficial. Then again, i tend to do that sometimes with guys.

A part from that conversation, there was this one man on the bus home today who didn't make my day. It may sound stupid, but c'mon there are ways to prevent it. Theres this middle aged man waiting for the bus in Blacktown, i'm about 3 people away from him and out of no where i hear this hiccup sort of noise. I turned around and nothing was happening, so i assumed a little child was having hiccups and they were going somewhere else. So i got on the bus and i heard it again, i turned around and it was the middle aged man. At first i thought, it's nothing it will be gone soon. Ten seconds later another hiccup. And this is what annoyed me, its one of those hiccups you force out to make a big noise. Like there are ways to stop hiccups from making noise, like closing your mouth. And this guy went on and on and on making the noises over and over again. I was getting frustrated, what is he, like 2? I know its stupid, but i was highly annoyed. I tend to get pissed off a lot these days =)

They wanted to know how things got to the way they are now. They called it “Experimental Procedures of the Psychotic Sub-conscience Mind of the Post-Adolescent Male.” Which was shorten in my terms to Project D, the fourth of my kind. Doctor Shipman was his name and Nancy Wright was hers. Seven hours a day silently watching their test subject. Writing notes, pretending to care, behind that tinted dark window. I didn’t see it as a problem at all. Unbelievable.

Orange mountains covered in the whitest snow unimaginable on any Alpine, Swiss or Himalayan mountain peak. Grass as green as the freshest produce on a spring morning. Unbelievable. The sea water, blue as blue, even bluer. Up from the mountain top, you could see the entire ocean floor, colourful coral even colours which may not have existed. Schools of fish creating a spectrum of rainbows. Unbelievable. And there she was, skipping happily in a white flowing gown. Hair blowing in the wind. She had lips as smooth as silk and as red as the poisonous apple you hear about in those stories. If only she was attainable. She turned her head around, blew me a kiss and dived into the ocean, I wouldn’t dare ever compare her to an animal, why degrade her, she the first rain drop of winter. So delicate, so gentle, so beautiful to observe. Unbelievable

“Doctor, what’s your analysis on him?” The doctor shook his head, wrote down more notes in his notebook and closed the door.

What was the girl up to? I had to find out. As is stood over the cliff’s edge where she gracefully leaped off, I felt the wind brushing against my pale cheek. I heard the cries in the wind calling me Steven, Steven, Steven. Tempting indeed. Slightly leaning over the cliff to see where the unattainable epitome of perfection was. Floating elegantly on the ocean’s surface. And it killed me, I wanted her so much. She wasn’t unattainable because she was taken, nor because she was “saving” herself, she was unattainable because like any males social problems, she was “out of my league”. I never even gave myself a chance, I never even chose to try. I simply gave up. Yet, I yearned to brush my hand on her velvet like cheek, wake up to her sweet flowery scent every morning, just to taste the forbidden fruit, just once. The sexual vibe enhanced me, energized me to do it. And off I went, feet first into the blue ocean, swimming among the millions of fish, dancing to the soothing sounds of the ocean around me. And there she was. Unbelievable. Just as any movie or children’s book would describe. She looked like a living mermaid, hair red unlike any other shade, lips pierced with the darkest shade of red. I could just imagine a pair of fins; green preferably, moving flowingly with the ocean current. Unbelievable.

“Doctor he has been doing that for ten minutes. Should we do something?” The doctor simply shook his head, wrote in his notebook and closed the door.

She took my hand and we swam into the deepest blue of the ocean. The strain of the constant kicking to keep up with her pace did not bother me, for all I was concerned about was spending what may be the only time with her, to the best of my ability. No pain, no searing injury could ever withstand my yearn for her touch. As she held onto me corals of red, yellow and purple were visible. Fish of every possible colour were swimming by our side. Red with black stripes, blue with green spots and orange with yellow swirls. Unbelievable. Magic was what I called it. Unlike any Picasso or Da Vinci painting could ever portray. Simply magic. And this is just the fish. There she was floating a midst in the ocean. She took my face, observed it with those pearly white gorgeous eyes. Stroked her long unattainable fingers through my brown hair. She took those red lips of hers and kissed the one thing in this world that was attainable and for good reason. The eternal kiss of life. Unlike any other feeling or emotion, could ever top that. No grand final victory, or top marks in Biology exam, no state of emotion after jumping off the highest mountain in the world could top that my emotion. The emotion of love. Unbelievable.

“Doctor, I think its time we do something. It’s been half an hour. It’s like he’s on some sort of carefree, happiness, loopy drug! If you won’t do anything I will.” The doctor stared patiently at his subject, observed his every move, analysing his drug induced state, step by step. Not wishing to bother the subject.

She again took my hand and swam with me back to shore. The beach, oh how I miss it. The rough smooth sand which nestled between my toes. The soft breezy ocean air which flowed through my brown, now wet, curly hair. The sunlights rays struck my back and my pale white face. I never thought I’d see the day when I would become as dark as night. And it felt good. There she was again, she fell immediately to the sand, lay her head on my white chest and traced her finger down my chest. Drawing love hearts with her long index finger. This was paradise to me. Unbelievable.

“Doctor!”

As we lay, stretched out onto the warm sand, the girl unattainable in my imagination stood up. She walked gracefully across the sand to a point upon the rocks. Every step she took was like a mini dance. So elegant and so poised. She did not turn back once to look at the thing behind her which wanted her more than life itself, me. And I did not dare try to stop her.

Moments later, the girl stood on the ledge again. Everything went dark. The skies turned a dull and depressing gray. The ocean which sparkled a bright and mystical blue was now deadly blue. The waves which lightly crashed upon the shore were causing monstrous havoc near the rocks down below. The sound of the crashing waves were loud to the ear and sounded like screams of pain. And worst of all, the girl who know was facing me, was no longer gleaming white. Her skin turned a dreary dead-like tone, her pearly white eyes, immersed in tears and bloodshot. The white flowing dress she wore so beautifully was torn all over and stained with black markings.

“Doctor Shipman, you have five minutes to terminate this foul experiment or I shall inform the authorities. The boy is obviously in some kind of distress. Stop now.”

She stood by the edge scared. I dared not to come any closer to her. All I could do was stand and wait patiently on her decision, whatever she planned on doing. She closed her beautiful and tired eyes, shed her last tear and turned back to face the ocean. The powerful winds could not stop her. As I struggled to keep myself still to watch her, I could see the girl was as still as the tallest tree in the forest. I fell to the ground, now inches away from her beautiful body and inches away from the ledge where she stood lifelessly. I looked down and saw to my eyes, rocks. Piercing up from the ground and waves uncontrollable. I attempted to look up at her eyes, still closed. If it weren’t for her chest steadily increasing and decreasing that I would have thought she had died. I tried with all my effort and more to get onto my feet and save her. She opened her eyes once more, looked straight down at my distressed and confused face and took the final step into oblivion.

“Nancy, stop the experiment.” The doctor was still, in a calm tone, observing his subject, watching the boy behind the opaque glass throwing chairs, jumping off falls, banging the window and in tears.

“Inject somaxil and then terminate this experiment.” The doctor walked away and closed the door. The subject still psychologically unstable stood in the centre of the room, fixated on the window quietly whispering. His breath uneven and fists balled up.

“Melody, Melody, Melody. Lips as red as red. Wind blowing through her hair. Melody.”

Memories

It's been past a whole year since i graduated, went formal and said my goodbyes to my security blanket i called school. I remember my last week of year 12 like it was literally yesterday. Teachers ranting off at us for not concentrating and doing work, even though school was technically over. The graduation mass, on the Monday evening. My best memory of that night was walking about to the song which Monika Matesa chose, "Unwritten" by Natasha Beddingfield. I remember when Mrs. Melki asked us what we wanted for our "leaving" song. Monika fully analysed it, repeated all the lyrics like it was some type of poem. Well technically yeah, but you catch my drift. Either way, i thought the song was good. I enjoyed it. The years before us, i think had High School Musical and something else. Completely forgot, but yeah. But the choir that night, no comment. My sister had a comment, but i told her, no comment.

I was talking to some of my year 12 friends recently and i told each of them to cherish each moment they have from their last few days left in year 12. It's not everyday you can have such a moment like that.
Wednesday morning, our last official day in JPII and Year 12. Everyone was running back and forth, from classroom to classroom, person to person, quad to quad trying to get EVERYONE to sign their books. It was mental. I don't even know where my book went =S. I think i left it in Tina's car, gotta ask her about that =P. Anyway, i made sure that i got to school early to cherish the moments and take photos of everything before i left the school that took care of me for 13 years. I wore my sports jersey (which i still wear to uni every now and then) and i remember i baked two loads of cookies the night before to give to everyone. I remember being in Biology, my last period of my school life ever, and we were taking group photos with Ms. Corsiato. Dayum that woman stole all my cookies! She didnt even chew, she just shoved it in her mouth and that was it. So i had to escape so that i could be the friendly person that i am and give my cookies to everyone else in year 12, i was successful =). I remember flashes, everywhere. Everyone taking their last chance to have a photo with everyone. Even if we didnt know them as much as we should have, we still took photos with them. I mean when is the next time we would see them? The muck-up awards. LOL, the Monica and Chandler award, Next Australia Idol?, Next Rapper, Best Abs. Hilarious. We would have gone through all of them but we didnt have enough time. Then, we were told pretty much to leave by Mr. Bourne. He gave off the worst aura ever. Right after the muck up awards, he walks up on the stage and with his depressing frown everything just went silent and gloomy. Man that dude needs to lighten up! And tradionally, the year 11's applauded us out of the school. Tears, tears, tears, photo, tears, tears, hug, chain self to the gate, tears. Suprisingly i didnt cry, i cried in year 10 but not in year 12. I wondered why, but then again i always thought in my head, i live like right next door. So technically I can just visit whenever i want, it'll always be there all i have to do is make the effort to visit every now and then. Which i've only really done once =PWednesday evening, graduation ceremony. The giving away of awards. I was surprised by how many i actually got to be honest. I remember sitting next to Rachel and Katrina. When Adam won the sportsman of the year award i remember he was flashing it in our faces, and the glare was UNBELIEVEABLE!!! It was literally like someone flashed a golden flashlight at us. My sister said that there is always a "smart" homeroom. The homeroom that obviously has majority of the smart people in it, or at least the homeroom that gets the most awards. And as i listened to that one homeroom get their awards, i felt bad for the people that would follow them. We all know what homeroom and what people we are on about. Oh and that school song! Never in my life have i heard such corny lyrics. It fits well with our school =).

Friday evening, formal, Hawkesbury Racecourse, Clarendon. Ahh the stretch hummer limo. Very classy and such an awesome way to rock up to your formal. And that photographer woman, argh! LOL, no comment needed there. For those who were actually there to witness it, they know how i felt too =P. Place overall, was okay. Not exactly the best place to have a formal, but from what our school could afford, then yeah it was okay. Dancefloor, what dancefloor? LOL, it was like a tiny square in the middle of the room. I prefered my year 10 formal to be honest.

I just needed to blog this cous as i saw the year 12's graduating and going over their photos, i remembered how much i loved it, and how much i miss it now. I dont want to go back to those days, i just miss the memories. I'm jealous =(, LOL. I guess i just have to wait till my last year of uni to do it all over again, sort of =P.