Hey guys, I posted on Tuesday on BEDFAY. Read if you want.
Also, in 2010 I want to take up a non-internet-related hobby, so maybe you guys could suggest something? I was contemplating joining my mate's dance and drama but I'm not sure. Suggestions and opinions?
I'll be back again this weekend probably. I broke up for Christmas today, so you lot have me for a while.
DFTBA.
-Caitlin
P.S. Georgia made me vlog. Check out the youtubesssssssssss.
http://www.youtube.com/rawrtwisted
http://www.twitter.com/rawrtwisted
THEY'RE SINGING QUEEN BEHIND ME. HELP ME.
Friday, 18 December 2009
Friday, 11 December 2009
A Lickle* Notice.
Short blog just to say that I'm going to be messing around with this blog for the next few days, just trying out some new layouts and stuff, so if you click on it and it looks completely psychotic (because blogs can be psychotic), just ignore it.
Also, I have a formspring now, so if you would like to ask me questions, click here.
-Caitlin
www.youtube.com/rawrtwisted
www.twitter.com/rawrtwisted
*lickle means 'little', by the way, to any of you cool cats that didn't have a childhood.
Also, I have a formspring now, so if you would like to ask me questions, click here.
-Caitlin
www.youtube.com/rawrtwisted
www.twitter.com/rawrtwisted
*lickle means 'little', by the way, to any of you cool cats that didn't have a childhood.
Friday, 4 December 2009
Helping Hands.
Every morning when I'm going to school, Radio City is on. Usually, I have my iPod on, so I don't listen to it, but I forgot to charge my iPod last night, so I went to school without it. I do quite like listening to Rossy in the mornings, I just prefer to listen to my iPod so I don't have to bother with people on the bus first thing in the morning.
Today, Rossy read a letter or an email somebody sent him. I missed the very beginning, but I caught the rest of it, so it made perfect sense. It was about two boys the writer knows, and it said that when the younger boy was eleven and the older boy was fourteen, their dad walked out on them and their mother because he couldn't put up with something or other anymore. The mother was ill, and tried her best to look after her sons, but her health was deteriorating, and it was more the boys looking after her.
September of this year, their mother passed away. The younger boy is now 16 and the older boy 18 (I'm assuming almost 19), and so the older boy is the legal guardian of the younger boy. They don't want to be separated because they're all they have left in the world. They live in a house with no alarm system, hardly any furniture, only one bed, lots of rooms without doors...etc. This Christmas will mean the boys are alone in their house, and will probably not be a good day. They don't have much money and are just managing to get by.
The writer said that she wasn't asking for money or gifts, but she wanted advice. The response was amazing. People were texting and emailing in with advice, furniture shops were offering to give the boys furniture, one woman said she had a spare bed they could have, lots of people said they had spare doors they would be willing to fit for them, a man who works for an alarm company offered to set them up, people from one of the markets in town offered to give them fruit and veg and I think a turkey too, a hotel offered to pick them up, give them Christmas dinner and take them home, one woman said if Rossy would pass along her number she would be willing to go round and clean the house...people offered to do so much for these two boys they'd never met.
I must admit, I have not nearly gone into as much detail as the letter did. It was heart-breaking. I didn't realise until one person said, "It's what we do in Liverpool...we all look after each other," that this might not be the case in some cities. I grew up in a place where by no means was everybody friendly and nice to each other, but where the majority of people are willing to step up and help you at a moments notice. I don't know what happens in other countries; if these boys lived in say...New York, would they get the same response? I don't know how close-knit other communities are, and I didn't realise until today that they probably aren't as close as Liverpool and the rest of the North West.
I like living here. We get a lot of bad press, people think we're all thieves and are untrustworthy, and it's annoying, because I doubt half of the people who say those things have ever met a person from Liverpool. I'm thankful that I live here and got to grow up being taught that if a person is in need, you help them whether you like them or not.
There isn't really a point to this blog, but it's something I wanted to say. When I heard the story this morning, I knew I wanted to blog about it. I wanted to put it somewhere where anybody in the world can see it and think, "it's a nicer place than I thought." I want people to know that you can come from all of your big cities; London, Paris, New York, wherever, and I doubt you'll find a community like ours.
-Caitlin
Today, Rossy read a letter or an email somebody sent him. I missed the very beginning, but I caught the rest of it, so it made perfect sense. It was about two boys the writer knows, and it said that when the younger boy was eleven and the older boy was fourteen, their dad walked out on them and their mother because he couldn't put up with something or other anymore. The mother was ill, and tried her best to look after her sons, but her health was deteriorating, and it was more the boys looking after her.
September of this year, their mother passed away. The younger boy is now 16 and the older boy 18 (I'm assuming almost 19), and so the older boy is the legal guardian of the younger boy. They don't want to be separated because they're all they have left in the world. They live in a house with no alarm system, hardly any furniture, only one bed, lots of rooms without doors...etc. This Christmas will mean the boys are alone in their house, and will probably not be a good day. They don't have much money and are just managing to get by.
The writer said that she wasn't asking for money or gifts, but she wanted advice. The response was amazing. People were texting and emailing in with advice, furniture shops were offering to give the boys furniture, one woman said she had a spare bed they could have, lots of people said they had spare doors they would be willing to fit for them, a man who works for an alarm company offered to set them up, people from one of the markets in town offered to give them fruit and veg and I think a turkey too, a hotel offered to pick them up, give them Christmas dinner and take them home, one woman said if Rossy would pass along her number she would be willing to go round and clean the house...people offered to do so much for these two boys they'd never met.
I must admit, I have not nearly gone into as much detail as the letter did. It was heart-breaking. I didn't realise until one person said, "It's what we do in Liverpool...we all look after each other," that this might not be the case in some cities. I grew up in a place where by no means was everybody friendly and nice to each other, but where the majority of people are willing to step up and help you at a moments notice. I don't know what happens in other countries; if these boys lived in say...New York, would they get the same response? I don't know how close-knit other communities are, and I didn't realise until today that they probably aren't as close as Liverpool and the rest of the North West.
I like living here. We get a lot of bad press, people think we're all thieves and are untrustworthy, and it's annoying, because I doubt half of the people who say those things have ever met a person from Liverpool. I'm thankful that I live here and got to grow up being taught that if a person is in need, you help them whether you like them or not.
There isn't really a point to this blog, but it's something I wanted to say. When I heard the story this morning, I knew I wanted to blog about it. I wanted to put it somewhere where anybody in the world can see it and think, "it's a nicer place than I thought." I want people to know that you can come from all of your big cities; London, Paris, New York, wherever, and I doubt you'll find a community like ours.
-Caitlin
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