Amy's Paradise

This blog may be the ramblings of an Irish Dancer in Australia who writes stories too…

Where have all the Good Girls gone?

Katy Perry writes her songs from real-life experience and ‘Part of Me’ is the new unsubtle break-up single from Teenage Dream: The Complete Confection… she is in the midsts of divorcing from Russell Brand (even though this song supposedly isn’t about Brand as the demo’s been around a while, it just makes it convenient then doesn’t it?). Unfortunately, ‘Part Of Me’ was released so soon that it has become part of the generic stock of pop singles. It’s catchy, but bland. When I first heard it I had to think that it wasn’t one of her other songs with a different title. I downloaded it and listened to it closer, hearing that she was going to write about her life as Mrs. Katy Brand in the her new singles from the new special edition of her latest album and the lyrics are commendable. They are strong, well written lyrics. But the actual music… well there isn’t any really… Just synthesisers, drum beats… nothing much there. It’s just the same through out, no variation throughout the whole song. Sounds like she’s singing over the instrumentals of ‘The One That Got Away’, her last number 1 single.

I think she wanted to release something to get away from the failed marriage fiasco that she didn’t take the time to actually really listen to her single and produce a single that she could have, like she use to with ‘Teenage Dream’ or ‘Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)’ or ‘Peacock’. Those songs were the fun loving Katy Perry that we all know and love… I know she’s gone through a lot (or it could be just good PR spin) and she writes about it… that’s great! A great way to get through issues and to make number 1 hits, but it’s better when she takes the time to perfect it to something memorable, whereas this one will be thrown into the old hit pile that was number one at some point.

This is where Lady Gaga takes the cake, she takes her time with her singles and releases those she seems worthy for her fans to hear. She goes in overdrive to perfect a song and music video. These two artists are my top favourite, even though they’re complete opposites, well, they use to be. Lady Gaga was the grungy daring fashion pop star, whereas Katy Perry was the good cotton candy with a bit of sass pop star.

Katy Perry - 'Part Of Me'

But now Katy poses really grungy with the short blonde hair, no smile, with Gaga style apparel, not the cute adorable brightly coloured Perry that I know her for. The same happened with Rihanna. Sort of. I guess she was already trying to change her image with album Good Girl Gone Bad. But that was still had some really fun tracks. I read somewhere that this is the Gaga effect, but it isn’t really. Lady Gaga wasn’t the original. There was Madonna twenty years earlier. Gaga wasn’t grungy originally, she was just a debutant pop star with some fashionable trends, but when you look back at the ‘Just Dance’ video, she isn’t really all that different to all the other pop stars. She didn’t get grungy until she had a fan base where she could explore and show off her far-fetched fashion ideas. It’s all recycled from Madonna’s era. Gaga’s seen as the bad girl of the music world who dares and challenges the world with her fashion choices. All the pop stars follow this grungy take on the music world after an event in their life in which they have to show the world that they’re strong and won’t take anything lying down. Gaga had trouble with weight and was bullied when she was younger (this I can relate to), Rihanna’s event with Brown. Perry’s divorce.

I use to be Rihanna’s number one fan. I use to be Rihanna and Chris Brown’s number one fan until the very sad incident that happened a few years ago. Now… I don’t listen to Chris Brown… At all! He’s tattooed and completely off putting. And I occasionally download Rihanna songs because they’re catchy, but they are too dark… too much sex and drugs involved. Those songs turn me off… I guess because I cannot relate to them.

Rihanna changed after that incident, I guess it would change you after something like that happening to you (I couldn’t imagine, so terrible and sad). So she had to show the world that she was still the strong woman she was and that no one could bring her down, not even Brown. But also she has turned down her image as a good role model (this is going into Miley Cyrus territory, lets not go there shall we?). I know there are dark sides to being famous, but when I idolise someone I want to see them in good light. Sort of like Selena Gomez or Jessica Alba. They’re usually written about in good light in the tabloids or newspapers. But unfortunately most artists want to shake that disney image and show their bad side. I guess it shows the world that they’re not perfect. And it limits them I guess always being good all the time.

Thing is, if I was famous, I’d want to portray that Disney Princess image. What’s wrong being a good role model?

Whereas there are artists who are still the bright and bubbly pop stars that we know and love like Beyonce, P!NK (not quite so bubbly), Adele and Florence and the Machine. Please don’t change!

I am really hoping Katy Perry gets out of the slump of this whole fiasco with Brand because I don’t want to get disappointed with yet another artist whom I am a devoted fan. I’m wishing Katy will become the bright bubbly artist she once was and hopes she does finds happiness with someone special.

Copyright Amy Watson 2012


There Once was a Blue Dragon that had Lost his Fire…

The once was a blue dragon that had lost all his fire.

His parents didn’t believe him and called him a liar.

He tried to show them, but they didn’t listen,

So he went on a journey to find why it was missing.


Over the mountains, the forests and over the lands,

He found himself before a dragon all spiky and tanned.

An Earth dragon it seemed did not spit fire.

He stomped and squashed and dug dirt with his own little squire.


Blue told the Earth dragon that he had lost all his fire.

He said that it was urgent, it was really quite dire.

The Earth dragon held no answers while eating a kitten,

So blue continued his journey to find why it was missing.


Through the deserts, the valleys and summits of snow,

An Ice dragon sat with the friend of a crow.

It seemed to lack the spark of a fire,

It blew ice and snow, froze all it desired.


Blue told the Ice dragon that he had lost all his fire

He needed it back, he thought to inquire.

No luck with the query as he was getting frost bitten,

So Blue continued his journey to find why it was missing.


Under water, through swamps and up in the clouds,

There was fog and mist and things roaring aloud.

It was a Storm dragon not spitting out fire,

But radiating lightning and hollering thunder.


Blue told the Storm dragon that he had lost all his fire,

Just a small answer he needed that was all he’d require.

Thinking and muttering, an answer he was fishing,

So blue continued his journey to find why it was missing.


Come back to see where he goes next…

It’s a working progress… I haven’t finished it yet… I was just bored…

Copyright Amy Watson 2012

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The Hound of the TCRG Exams – 08/02/12

Things are not going well…

My studying has slowed… I’m frightening to small children… and it’s only several weeks away…

I don’t even want to count them! Eek!

I’ve been having some issues both with dancing and personal… I won’t go into depths about my personal issues, but with studying the ceili dances… WHAT A NIGHTMARE! My teacher was like ‘write a book out each night! It’s the only way you’ll learn them’. Do you know how much that is? Several several pages and my writing hand aches after writing out just a few… so I sort of stopped studying. But then I’d feel guilty because this is a Eight hundred dollar exam! You can’t just fail it! So I thought writing it out is not working for me – everyone works differently so I’m trying a different approach… I just learn the order of the movements of the dances… one ceili dance a day! It’s working… I just stroll around at work and just go through the order of the movements in my head (the customers look at me funny thinking I’m talking gibberish). I’ve got about ten so far (out of thirty) that I can write down in order… I mightn’t know how to dance those dances, or how on Earth to teach them but hey! I know the order – it’s a start.

Then I can go back and write out one a day but hand… duplicate it onto the page… I was overwhelming myself I think and taking a step back I might be able to manage it… but then my teacher gets me all nervous again about studying she wants me to start practice exams which I’m SO not ready for… I attempted a few a week or so ago and the first one did did not go well. Every question I had to sneak my nose into the book and cheat… I’ll get there soon. On the weekend I might attempt another and hand it too her to mark. I won’t know everything yet, but I do know some… It’s all a working progress it is…

Now… small children… I really hope I don’t get a child who doesn’t talk… It’s difficult… very difficult, especially when you’re not good with children in the first place… First day back at class for the year and I offer to help with the new beginners class to help my teachers and myself getting to know children. And there was Lily, the most adorable four year old wearing all pink and pigtails. My teacher just tells her to come with me and do the third step of her reel and I just (in a sweet voice) command her about. She keeps getting the step wrong and I haven’t a clue how to fix it. I know what it is, but how to put it in a way a child understands… another story. I tell her what’s wrong, but… ARGH! She just nods her head and then gets it wrong again. I try and show her, but nah! I think I was very scary… my teacher then saved me and I watched her careful in how she interacted with her and then gave me pointers in how you have to be very visual with them. Talking to children in dance terms is another language… you have to be very visual with them (like teachers do with ‘A is for Apple’ with a picture of an apple). I realised that next time I have to shrink to their height so I’m not big, tall and scary, ask for their name and introduce myself…

The next week was much better with Orla. I remember having to help her last year in classes. So I got down on the floor, asked for her name and asked if she remembered me… She didn’t but that was all right, so I introduced myself again… We got to communicating… Thank God! She talked! It was MUCH easier! And she actually progressed really well and learnt a new step of the light jig! I broke it down easy enough for her to understand and everything! It’s was really rewarding… Not much had happened, but still!

I’ve made a few more rhymes to lilt for the set dances, they’re not as creative as some of my other rhymes, but they work, whenever they start on the iPod I start lilting and I instantly know what set it is (this was one of my teachers brilliant ideas).

But practical way of making up my set dance steps, I’ve started Rodney’s Glory and I almost have a whole Treble Jig, but unfortunately, I’ve forgotten my hornpipe! I’m sure I’ll remember it! I’m pretty good at those things, I can remember my Lodge Road from 4 years ago without visual help so… a few weeks should be fine!

So that’s all I have so far for the 8th of February… till next time!

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The Monstrumologist – A Sophisticated Tale of Terror of Epic Proportions

The Monstrumologist (The Monstrumologist, #1)The Monstrumologist by Rick Yancey

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

One word – ‘AWESOME’

This novel is just a terrific masterpiece that will have you on the edge of your seat, not wanting to put it down but also not to read after dark!

In this tale Monsters ARE REAL… They are horrific, stomach churning, bone crunching beasts from the bowels of Africa.

Then there is the  Doctor – The Monstrumologist, Dr. Pellinore Warthrop, who hunts and studies the real-life monsters, while figuring out the mystery of their existence in America.

Then there is his young orphaned assistant-apprentice, William James Henry, the hero of our book!

And Jack Kearns – another Monstrumologist called into the affair who’s way too jolly for his line of work and doesn’t quite have the same human morals as everyone else…

My question is… could any twelve year old boy in this day and age show the same courage and bravery as Will Henry does in this nightmarish adventure?

In 1888, a mysterious midnight vistor brings Dr. Warthrop a young girl’s corpse entwined with a monstrous beast called anthropohagus. A pod has been festering over a period of 20 years and the doctor wants to figure out why they are in America when they reign from West Africa. The characters learn things about the past which they must face if they want to stop the plague of the monsters taking over the town… because they’re hungry and won’t stop until they’re full. With razor sharp knives as claws and teeth, they become a dastardly determined race, hard to extinguish and even harder to for our heroes to survive. A nightmarish adventure that will evoke terror on every page!

Rick Yancey is a former IRS Tax Collector turned best-selling novelist… I’m glad he turned for this book has become one of my top five favourite books of all time. The way Will Henry’s journal captivates his reader with his descriptions and expressions. His description of Dr. Warthrop seemed very affectionate in a loving and admiring way (even though he wouldn’t admit it). Their interactions are loving in a bizarre way. They form themselves an odd little family.

And then entered Jack Kearns… dum Dum DUUUUUMMMMMMM! I loved his quips! He was humourous, but also enjoyed monster hunting WAY too much. Like a madman… a madman who didn’t follow the rules even when it was against human nature, but he was always surprising (not always in a good way).

And the Anthropophagi, beasts… monsters… but they weren’t unlike us… fighting for survival, protecting their young, etc. It was just because they were bigger and scarier and still had no chance against the human race. But for the life of me I cannot remember where I’ve read about them before… Maybe Will Henry’s description of them were so vivid that I could just visualise them straight off. They’re not common as I’ve never seen them on a TV show (and I love those kind of shows, especially Supernatural), but still it’s kind of bugging me…

But then remembering Shakespeare referenced them, but still their description seems very familiar… maybe there was illustrations somewhere… I just don’t know!
Within the first few chapters a line of text stood out at me… many lines have which I quote later from books, but this one I thought rang true…
“There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.”

All I know now is that I’m jumping onto my computer and ordering the next two to read… The Curse of the Wendigo and The Isle of Blood… I CAN’T WAIT!

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