Bathroom Book No 2.

I can't remember the name of the book because I am too far away from it to see what it is. I have read it before though and it's a usual romcom book. It is a very funny book though. I like that it is based in Bristol and is mainly about a students life and her mothers life after she has left home.

You always kind of see your own side to it but not the other side. Like when I went off to uni, I wasn't living at home but I was still living quite close so I never realised how leaving home affected my mum. The book explains it perfectly.


I also have a small affiliation with Bristol, as I went to uni in Bath, so when it mentions street names I'm a like 'OOo I have been there'. The students in the book are funny like one student is very rich so he throws another students cheap pink glitzy boots out the window at some drunk passers by and turns round and says "Don't worry I'll buy you some more tomorrow".

But it is a romcom book, so I'll let you know more about it as I read more.

The Piano Teacher

This is kind of a book review. I finished reading my bathroom book. It was called 'The Piano Teacher', I did mention it a really long time ago about the same time as I was reading 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'; only I finished that book a while ago. It's all those long train journeys to Newcastle. A good book can always keep you company.

Anyway, 'The Piano Teacher'. It was good. Uhm, the ending was a bit odd. I still think the book should have been called something else because it was centered around this 'Will Truesdale' character and not the actual piano teacher but I guess not all lead characters are the most important. I don't usually read books based in Asia, no idea why. I mean it could be because some of the names are really hard to pronounce and when that happens you just lose the flow of the book and you can't immerse yourself properly. I guess thats why some romcom novels are really good because you can just sit back and immerse yourself.

I would recommend 'The Piano Teacher' to other people just to see what their views on it are. It's not a very long book I just only read it at short intervals and the ending is quite sad. I think somewhere in one of the blurb bits it says the book is a modern day version of 'The Atonement' (the film with James McAvoy and Kiera Knightley) and I can kind of see why that might be. There are a few similarities in there. It's not a bad book I just think I have mixed feelings on it.

Half- Way Book Reviews

I say half way because I haven't finished reading them yet. I have two books that I am reading at the moment. One is The Picture of Dorian Gray which I've mentioned before and the other is my bathroom book. Which I'm sure you'll all agree is a definite must have. Of course my book isn't called The Bathroom Book, I'd be a little bit worried of the contents if it was. My bathroom book is called The Piano Teacher.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

It's going well. I must admit even in the book it doesn't really give a detailed explantion of how Dorian's picture has now become his soul besides an off the cut remark right after he saw the painting, but I am going to hold full judgement until I've read the whole book, but it does kind of explain why the film Dorian Gray gives a very vague answer to the question of how his soul came to be in the painting, well in the words of Oscar Wilde, it just did.


The characters are still as enchanting although further into the book you don't see Lord Harry giving Dorian some of his great wisdom and even Basil, the painter, takes to the sidelines. But, I suppose if the book had been about them then it wouldn't be called The Picture of Dorian Gray. Overall, so far the book is still fantastic. I do keep forgetting to read it on the bus to work but they aren't very long bus journeys and you need a good chapter's worth of time to really get stuck into it; maybe even two chapters worth.

The Piano Teacher

At the moment I'm a third of the way through the book and I'm slightly struggling as to see why it's called The Piano Teacher. I'm not a professional critic or anything but usually the title on the front kind of gives you an insight into the contents in the middle. I can't even remember the piano teacher's name she hasn't been mentioned in it that much! This book is set in WWII, as all the best books are, in Hong Kong. At the moment it's flitting between two time periods 1941 and 1952, the main character in both of these periods is Will Truesdale. The 1941 tale is from Will Truesdale's point of view and the 1952 period is from the piano teachers point of view but has Will in it.

The whole context and plot of the book actually reminds me of The Painted Veil; a film with Naomi Watts and Edward Norton in it. The time periods all fit too. And, the piano teachers husband in the book is involved with the government helping to sanitise the water systems in Hong Kong because of cholera; and the woman's husband in the film is actually a biological doctor of infectious diseases and works with the government to improve the water systems in the small towns and villages to stop the spreading of cholera.

Interesting, I'd say. I can never read one book at once, that'd be terribly boring.

Are You Pinterested?

I didn't actually know about this site, at all! Until a fashion blogger I know from church called Chloe had it on the side of her blog along with other links such as, twitter, facebook, etc, so I figured it must be something interesting and so I clicked on it. And what came up was nothing short of like 'SUPER' cool! It's basically a picture blog, which at first seems little like Twitter where you post and someone can repost what you've said or reply etc, but with this you can re-PIN a picture someone has posted and like/comment it and they do say a picture says a thousand words.


It's like an online pinboard for the whole world which is so cool. I mean I've seen pictures on there that I haven't seen anywhere else. I'm not sure how many personal pin-boards you can have but I have 5/6, some of them don't have anything in them yet because I only got my account yesterday but believe me they'll be full in no time!


If you want a pinterest account I think you need to go on the waiting list but I do have a few special invites for anyone that might think they're interested. I just love the way that it doesn't organise all the photos into specific size so they look like an artistic collage of fun.



Personally, I'd say, Pinterest is quite small at the moment, I'm not sure of how many people are on there but I pinned some things up last night and they're still top of the list today so nobody has pinned in the last 24 hours. I just think it's really inventive and you can get some really amazing decorating and interior design ideas from it.


Another good point about Pinterest is that you have this little button that you drag into your toolbar and anytime you see a website with a picture on it that you really like and want to save and have around for time to come you click the 'Pin It' button and it automatically recognises any picture files on that webpage and asks you which ones you'd like to pin. The only down side to this little beauty is if you find more than one thing you'd like to Pin you have to keep pressing the 'Pin It' button instead of being able to select more than one picture. But I guess this is because you might want to put each picture in a different category but that's easily rectified.


Take a look people, because the great news about Pinterest is that even if you're not a registered member you can still go enjoy their diamonds found in the rough and use them for your own!

Dorian Gray

So, as you already know I have this thing for 'The Picture of Dorian Gray', and yesterday I acquired 'Dorian Gray' and 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. I haven't watched 'Dorian Gray' (2009) before but I have heard a lot of good things about it and I really enjoyed seeing Ben Barnes in 'The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian'.


The film was, let's just say, disappointing. It was really disjointed from my point of view and I just didn't get it. I got really lost and I couldn't understand why there was so much well nudity and sex scenes, I practically skipped through most of it. Like, I understand that the whole point was to show Dorian's fall from innocence but did it have to be in just sexual ways with anything and everything he could find?? It was a bit over the top.

I purposefully watched the film before I finished reading the book because usually films are a bit of a let down when you've read the book. I like to think I merit things on their own credibility, and that the books just give me a sense of where the plot in the film is going to go, but the film was just... I can't really describe it, even in it's own merit to me, it's weird, and well just a bit odd. I might come back to it after I've read the book to see how I feel.

My mum says I should watch the older version of 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' because it sticks more closely to book, so I shall have to hunt it down from somewhere.


I have watched 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' before so I kinda already know that it is good but I haven't watched it in a while so I am hoping my memory doesn't deceive me. I know the film itself isn't completely based on Dorian Gray but he is in it and I like how all the famous novels come to life.

I still want to read more Oscar Wilde.

Have a good weekend everyone.

I love...

... Random quotes. I've stolen all these from Pinterest, but I love them and they make me smile.


I also heard a quote somewhere that said, "why try and say something if someone can explain it so much better than you".


So this is what I am doing.


Using somebody else's words when mine don't seem to be enough.


Especially when it's something I am always thinking, and can't find the words to say.


Some quotes help kick my butt into gear.


And some just make me smile.

(The best thing about this post is that I put the pictures on my blog and added in the little sentances afterwards, not realising that the sentance completed what the picture was saying... I love it when life works out like that)

Audio Books Vs the Real Thing

I downloaded a few audiobook app's onto my iPhone, why have one when you can have a few and I must admit I did kinda cheat a little bit with The Picture of Dorian Grey. I stuck it on, for free, on my iPhone. I think because it's an old book it was a free one.


I do like audio book, mainly because I'm a bit lazy sometimes but I find it harder getting into an audio book than I do actually reading it myself, turning the pages or rather sliding my finger across my iPhone screen to turn the pages, for some reason makes it easier to trap me into the world of Dorian Grey. I guess it's for a few reasons really; mainly being that I kind of drift off into some sort of day dream when I'm listening to audio book and before I know it a few chapters have gone by and I'm completely lost with what is going on. Another thing with audio book is you may have to at some point pause it in the middle of a chapter, and when you come back to it you're kinda lost. Whereas, with a book you read to the end of the chapter (unless that's just me?).

On the other hand, audio book is handy. It doesn't have to be a big book, you just slip it in your pocket and you can listen to it on the move. Audio gives the characters a voice, so I guess you need to use less imagination; especially if the person doing the reading is absolutely fantastic... like Stephen Fry for the Harry Potter series. So, I can't really decide which is better but I do find that I haven't actually read a page of The Picture of Dorian Grey since this time last week and I've listened to more, but I haven't actually got a clue of what has happened in the last 4 chapters I've listened to.


Most of the recordings I listen to are LibriVox recordings. By normal people, or normal voices rather, not a computer. http://librivox.org/

On a different note, I had a driving lesson today and I honestly believe that the rain brings out all the idiots. Either that or the rain makes people forget how to drive. Oh, and I'm useless at reversing around a corner, but I'm working on it. Watch this space.

The Man Who Was Forever Young

The Picture of Dorian Gray

I have looked over this book a few times before and I have surpassed it for other's. Namingly 'My Sister's Keeper' or 'The Kommandants Girl', well romantic books, ones that you get lost in and don't know why because you already know how they are going to end. Well, today on the train ride over to Newcastle I finally sat down, or rather, opened the Kindle App on my phone and stared at 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and decided 'why not?'.

"I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it."

At first I couldn't really get into it because there was a lot of noise on the train, weird people sat behind me with funny accents. They were talking about computer and nerdy stuff so I couldn't help bending my ear for a little while. But then all of a sudden it hit me. There are SO MANY quotes in that book that I would love to show you, quotes that I didn't even realise came from 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and I'm only on Chapter 4; or 3. I forget.

"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one"

There is this one character, Lord Henry, that I am just mesmerized by, and see it's not even Dorian. This characters intellect, charm and wit makes for wonderful reading. When he talks it's like I'm reading a sonnet from Shakespeare. I love Oscar Wilde and have decided to read more of his work once I've finished with Dorian Gray. I mean I've heard of the book before, and I know the general jist of the man who couldn't look at his own portrait because it got older and if he did then he would become as old as the portrait, and consequently die. But, right now I am basking in the glory of the newness of the book. It's obviously set in Georgian times? I think well 1800's so Georgian/Victorian times; a period I love.

"Yes; horribly unjust of you. I make a great differencevbetween people. I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. I have not got one who is a fool."

I can't wait to get deeper into this book. It was very easy to block out the world and escape in the pages, or rather the screen of my iPhone. I'm actually quite blown away by it. So, I shall keep you posted. I don't even know what it is that I like about the book besides one of the characters and the sonnet speeches. It could be the idea that there is something between the lines, something that has yet to be spoken. I love the innocent of Dorian Gray and how Lord Henry smashes his ideals to pieces with one quick sniping sentance.

"Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions."

It truly is a must read; and like I said, I'm only on Chapter 4. I just pray that Oscar Wildes' imagination won't let me down for the rest of the book!

Forgotten Friday's!

Sorry peeps. I have slight OCD so I need to write a post for yesterday. I completely forgot. Or rather I didn't forget, but every time I came to writing something I got side-tracked by one of two things.

1. The Sims 2.

(We've re-kindled our love for one another)

2. My Boyfriend.

(We've well not really re-kindled anything but you gotta keep the flame going! Haha, in a nice way)

So yeah, mind was blank yesterday. I am still unwell and I was SO glad it was Friday yesterday, I really needed this long weekend to re-cooperate and hopefully regain some brain cells. I've just noticed that this post is all about re-something. I'm having to RE-trace my steps from yesterday to write this blog and REmember what I did yesterday. I've RE-kindled my love for The Sims 2 (that is until I can afford Sims3). I need some serious RE-cooperation so yeah I REally REally needed this weekend.
I'm also going to have to RE-post today to talk about what I did with mummy poo this morning/afternoon. I think I could go on doing this all day. I might be a saddo and start a new blog with some Sims2 stuff on it. I'm not really one for story telling though, so I don't know how that could work.

Yesterday I got home and crashed on my bed pretty much, for a couple of hours. I then went Sims2 game content shopping. It's amazing. You go onto modthesims2.com or .co.uk or . whatever it is and you look for stuff you want in your sims house and you 'download' them. It's like free furniture and wallpaper shopping. Shame you can't do things like that these days.


Oh and I'm going to put a couple more blogs, on the list of blogs I like to read on the right hand side of my page. You should go check them out. One is by a friend from uni, Hannah writes her blog about make-up and well randoms like we all do sometimes, but she is absolutely beautiful for 1. and 2. her make-up tips are actually really useful. I like that Hannah tries to branch out sometimes with her make up and then gives a review of what she likes about it.


Rachel's blog is just hilarious. I love how honest it is. Rachel's blog is mainly about baking; whenever she sets up a lovely new treat for herself and her husband she blogs about it, then at the end gives a quick overview of what it tastes like; how hard it was to make; how many casualties occured in the process of making it and most importantly, how much washing up there is to do once you've got the finished product!


Check them out. And I'll be posting again later this evening once I've finished with my day!

When The World Turns it's Tides

And the sun dries your tears,
As the moon calls your fears,
And your soul tires and hides.

You put on smiles and breath,
Gladly turning to see
That you're right there with me,
Clinging me not to leave.

I'll hold to you so close
Singing soft sweet cries
No sad longing goodbyes
As the world shining knows,

Where love, life, and laughter goes,
Twinkling eyes upon those starry skys
Sweeping silently upon the dead eyes
Of those lost in sweet lullabys.

Dancing in their dreaming minds,
Forgetting the world and it's sighs,
Until disturbed they slumber,
Awake from their dreams,
In such asunder!

"Wo cry until the world,
Where has all my innocence gone"
"Lost" sighed the light,
As the moon dragged through the night.

The children's dreams are all swayed,
As the world sighs in dismay,
"Tis a sorry sight to see,
That children cannot be free"

Turmoil is there waiting,
For the young ones to be old,
Not needing to be told,
How innocence is lost.

When the world turns it's tides
The children have no cries
Grown up and innocence forgotten
Life is already begotten.

Living Life Luxuriously

I 'may' not have posted for a couple of days... Sincerest apologies. Thursday I completely forgot. I think I opened Blogspot to post and then got distracted knowing me.

Last night I was in NEWCASTLE! Contrary to what I originally thought I haven't actually been to Newcastle before. Lol I have been to Teeside University though... which is in Sunderland. I have no idea how I got either of those mixed up because they are clearly not the same place (Which my boyfriend would be pleased to know that I've realised). This brings me to the reason I went to Newcastle! To see Adam, and his brother, James, (who is his twin but they're not identical) and his brother's girlfriend, Monica, AND their 5 month old son... Who luckily didn't cry at me when I walked through the door, that is probably because he was asleep but this morning not a peep out of him :D I was well impressed!

Newcastle, is big. I actually saw the Angel of the North, and some other monument thing that Adam was explaining to me about but then we got side-tracked so he said I should look it up online, but I think I may have to ask him what it's actually called again!

We went to the Temple grounds today. It was beautiful. Adam seemed to know everybody we came across! It was peaceful and calm and we took lots of pictures. It was a really nice couple of days. Weirdest thing though was, as we were coming out of the ever-so-popular Fayre & Square pub across from the Temple after lunch, we saw a car pulled up at the side of the road and a guy had run into the pub as we were coming out... We didn't realise what for until we saw the car on fire at the engine and a guy running towards it with an extinguisher... which thinking back on it probably wasn't a very safe thing to do at all. But it made an exciting 5 minutes.

This evening, Adam and I went to Frankie & Benny's then off to the cinema to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 4 (I think). It was all brilliant. Frankie & Bennys was delicious. I had a sticky toffee pudding which I couldn't eat all of, so I gave to Adam, it was SO YUMMY though. The film was awesome. There was just the right amount of everything to make it flow really well... except for the love story between the missionary and the mermaid, that was a bit uhm, redundant. But, apart from that it was all brilliant. Great company too.


I do feel a bit sorry for Adam today though he's travelled miles bless him and his poor car. Newcastle - Sunderland - Chorley/Temple - Bradford - Newcastle. :O

Things That Make Me Smile

So, just another random post. But this one is mainly pictures once I get round to it.

Things that make me smile:

Cats:



The Forgotten:



Roborovski Hamsters:



Proper Romantic Genre Films:



Beauty in the Beastly:



Just a few things. There are also others which I couldn't find a picture for. Like when I get off the train and I see others greeting a loved one they haven't seen for a while and there is just such a look of longing and affection in their eyes; it's so pretty. Funny people make me smile obviously. Some of the things the children at church say the funniest things which also make me smile. I tend to look at the smaller picture whilst not forgetting the bigger picture, I look for detail in everything. I once saw a butterfly swaying up a main street in the centre of Bradford and it looked so beautiful, not a care in the world; it was so peaceful in such a busy road, it looked so out of place... and then it was gone; brushed away by a lorry.

What makes you think and smile?

The world is what you make it.

Lions and Tigers and Bears OH MY!

For once I am speechless... Well at least at this precise moment in time. Who knows in 5 minutes I could think of something to write about and I could write a nice long blog post. I can't think of anything to write about.

I could write a post about having writer's block? Seems quite fitting.


I remember when I was in school doing my GCSE's and we had these 200 odd pages of Anthology to revise and annotate and by the end of the year they were full of scribbles and class doodles and who knows what else; oh yeah actual annotations. Anyway, I digress. We went to this poetry show/thing in town at St. Georges Hall where practically every year some of the Poets from our Anthology lingered and either read a few pieces of their work or did a Q & A session. I was a prolific poetry writer at this point so I was really psyched to go (I know sad world we live in).

Dorothy: I don't like this forest, it's dark and it's creepy
Scarecrow: I don't know but I think it will get darker before it gets lighter
Dorothy: Do you suppose we'll meet any wild animals?
Tinman: We might
Dorothy: (shock)
Scarecrow: Animals that eat straw?

So, off we went to this poetry thing and all the poets one by one came out and did their thing then this poet (poetess? What is the P/C version of poet?) came out and did a Q & A. I was quite looking forward to seeing her because I like her work and someone asked her 'What do you do to combat writer's block?' and she said 'Nothing. It's a myth made up by some random writers that decided they were going to give themselves a rest', she mentioned that if a poet was a real poet they could write about anything through their own creativity; even to this day I can't decide whether or not she was actually joking. Could writer's block really be a myth? What exactly is it called when our brains can't think of the words to write? To imaginatively create our own little world where lions and tigers and bears exist?

Tinman: Um Some, but mostly lions and tigers and bears
Dorothy: Lions?!
Scarecrow: And Tigers?!
Tinman: And bears.
Dorothy: Lions, and tigers and bears. OH MY!

I love 'The Wizard of Oz' isn't it just a fascinating film! A wonderful case of the imagination stopping at nothing to go as far as it can. I mean, in her mind she even goes as far as to make out that the almighty Wizard of Oz is nothing but an old man sat in a chair not a big steam of smoke and hollow voices. In the end Dorothy is dreaming, but it all seems so real to her, just like when we are dreaming... When does it get to the point where we realise we are in a dream?

I think that's why I love films so much. Not the predictable romcom ones but films like 'Inception' and 'Pay it Forward' etc because they get you thinking. The writers for films like these must have seriously amazing brains, to meticulously plan every single little thing so that it all somehow fits together at the end. That's also why I like books, you burrow eyes peeled through the pages desperately trying to find out how it all fits together in the end. I love it when you get to end and you think 'Wow, I did not see that coming'. I need something to challenge my brain!

Brain Diverted; Just Like The Roads

Sorry it took me so long to post tonight! I was coming back from a dance in Leeds and no word of a lie the satnav took us the long way round which included 2 very stupid diversions that put about 20 minutes onto our journey! I was so ready for bed on the drive home but now I'm pretty much awake; which is annoying.

I keep telling people my brain is switched off today, but if it really did switch off I'd be in a bit of trouble. Confession time!! I never took Science as a GCSE. I know, stupid right? I was encouraged to do my own thing which was nice but in a way I kinda regret not listening to teachers who told us we should take Science even when it wasn't complusory. I know bit random but I was just thinking about the body and biology and how it all just somehow works. It's quite fascinating.


Another confession, I actually quite like football. I say I don't like it because apparently it's the in thing to not like football but really as soon as a match is on which ever TV I am closest too my eyes are peeled. I can't bare to look away in case someone scores and then they miss or POST! Then there are the corner kicks which sometimes end in a goal or a stupid kick wide somewhere and then the race is back on. You get caught up in it all and suddenly you don't know where the time has gone. I blame my brother, he's brought me up with football. He is definitely a crazed fanatic. I support England but they're actually really not a good team.

I read this petty romcom book the other weekend called 'Can You Keep a Secret?'; she goes on a plane back from a business meeting and thinks she is going to die so tells all her innermost secrets to a random man on the plane; who happens to work in the same company as her, in fact he owns the company. He also happens to spread all her secrets to the entire world. We don't initially think we keep secrets but really we do. Even if they are stupid ones like this one time I drew a smiley face in shampoo in the bath; just because, and trust me there are plenty more where that one came from.

But for now, I can rest easy at night now that I've got that off my brain.

Sorry I didn't post earlier but grr time is as time does.

The Rain's Came Down

I love the smell of fresh spring rain, it's so hard to describe the smell too, besides 'fresh'.

I am a bit of a history freak. I can't really decide which period I like though. I am stuck between Tudor, Victorian, WWII or Roman History. The thing is with Roman History I don't really research it or read about it much. But I was fascinated by 'The Young Victoria' and 'The Relief of Belsen'. I enjoy docu-dramas, but who knows why when I watch the type of monstrosaties that happened in the Second World War.

We really don't realise how priviledged we are in this day and age. And, no I am not naive, I do know that things like the Nazi Concentration Camps still happen today and Mass Genocide is still very prevalent, but the way it was filmed back then, in the 1940's; was incredible. I mean, the innocence of the reporters to have seen anything as bad as this before, and for the first time actually showing it to the nation, world in fact.

As I watch things like 'The Relief of Belsen' I pray that we will never have someone like that ruling over our lives ever again. I try and empathise with the Jews of the 1930's and 1940's and nothing comes to mind, complete disarray and blankness cover my mind. I mean they must have been so confused and distraught on so many levels, "What should I do with my life now?", "Where are my family?", "Is my house still there?" a million and one questions whizzing through their mind and not one answer is positive, besides the basic statement, 'I am alive'.

But then as I pray for that, I try to think of the wars happening all around the world; why we get so many immigrants coming to our country, some to escape religious martyrdom, some to feel freedom. I have clients that barely speak a word of english but somehow think that this place is better than the one they were in last time; but somehow believe that they will find comfort and solace in the United Kingdom. What is it we have that they didn't have at home? One of my clients has been married only just a little over a year, they met their partner at college whilst they studied in another country 4 years ago, yet my client left their partner and tarried to England only a year after they were married so they could live and find work here and send for their partner when they had the money. I mean what must be going through my clients mind to do that? What must be going through their partners mind whilst my client is all the way over here?


We all think we have to make sacrifices, 'oh no chocolate for me today', 'this tastes awful I'll just leave it' but really, we don't have to make the same kind of sacrifices as those who barely have anything to eat everyday. One motto my mum literally used to force on me when I was a child is this:

"BE GRATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE, AND BE GRATEFUL YOU HAVE IT"

Man! Look around you! I am so thankful to just have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat and clean water. I always think I could never be a greedy and rich business woman because I give my money away too much. Okay, maybe not to charities but I give it to my family because I have satisfied all my little needs, save a little and help others. It really irritates me when some people don't realise how much they really have, they constantly moan about how they don't like this or that or this but others even if they don't like it just stick with it because they appreciate it.

Help someone else today. Doesn't matter how.

Sometimes we walk around in a little bubbles and forget that there is a whole world out there.

The Willowed, Wandering, unWavering World

Good Evening,

I've been trying to log onto my fictionpress.com user for about 10 minutes, don't you just hate it when you forget your password. Then when I logged in the whole website has changed! I mean I know I haven't been on it for a few months or maybe years, but still... took me another 10 minutes to finally find out where my poems have been stashed on the website!

I thought I'd post a couple today. I've just been reading through some of my poems and yeah okay they're not William Blake or anything but they aren't too bad. My creative side seems to have hit a big massive wall that my brain seems to be too fuzzied up to pick at. Maybe I could write a poem on having a fuzzy brain? :)

...Hmm this one is actually quite morbid but I think the matter-of-fact-ness about it kind of shocks you to the core. It's not horrific or too detailed it's just a bit of a thinker; if that is even a word.

Report

His face shone in the midnight moon.
Highlighting every dark, wavy, brown hair on his head.
Just laying there without moving.
His body lay still and dead.

Eyes encased behinds his motionless eyelids.
The hard, gritted, pebble stone floor for a bed.
His bare neck checked for a simmering pulse.
Yesterday's clothes; a blue worn crumpled jacket,

The red t-shirt to match,
Black, metal and leather at his waistline,
Holding up his wrinkled fading blue jeans.
Trainers disappeared maybe stolen in the night.

His mucky, soiled, barely white socks showing with a hole.
A deep red pool of blood lay by his dishevelled face.
The yellow tape guarding his body.
His body outlined with a white marker.

Flashes of light flickering here and there.
The world around him in darkness.
His mother and father stood behind the lines
Distraught with anger, upset and fear.

What is the world coming too
How can someone kill a young child
With dreams, inventions and possibilities
Just waiting for them to happen.

~

You've Gotta Keep Pushing

Try with all your might
To push those feelings out of sight
Rise up your hand high
And say "I will not cry"
"To be me is to be free"
"That's the way its gonna be"
Don't let him hold you back
Scramble through that tight crack
Individuality…
…Is the source of all beauty?
Love and live and like alone
Try this till you are fully grown

~

So, tell me what you think? Good, bad, rubbish, graphic etc. I am not bothered. Let me know what you think. I thought I'd be a little bit creative today since why ever not and I have't done a blog post on literature in ages :D I love reading books especially those weird trashy romantic ones where the girl always ends up with the right guy and you know she does right from the very beginning but, you still have to read on to make sure that's how it happens.

Oh, 'The Kommandants Girl', was really sad. That is one book where she doesn't end up with the guy! And he get's shot. Which is bad and sad and just yeah really rubbish.

And it Just Keeps on Coming

Evening everyone.

Don't you just wish you could stop time, if only just for a second; a few seconds or even a minute. It's amazing how time doesn't work like that. It's amazing how nothing is ever the same as it was a minute ago.

I have friends who have busy lives; kids, jobs, callings at church yet they still manage to cram it all in. And then there's me; who finds it difficult to get up at 9:15 to make sure she gets to the bank on time... even then I was late.

Here's my somewhat longwinded and maybe confusing explanation as to why:
Those who have no time, make time. Those who have all the time in the world, waste time. If you're a busy person you use all the time you can find to get whatever you can done. Tasks that used to take 20 minutes now take 5 and the dishwasher handles the dishes whilst you handle the washing in the washer and when their both whirring away you feed the cats. Those who don't have to rush do those jobs consecutively not all at once. But then you get into the habit of it, and suddenly you forget how to multi-task and when your life gets busier you rush to deal with it.



I hate mornings, I just love the cosiness of my bed too much but when I had to get up this morning and I had to get out of the house I actually liked being up earlier and doing things. I could fit more into my day, yet ask me to do that again tomorrow and I'd struggle.

I used to know someone who hated wasting time, who hated sitting around doing nothing all day. But when that day comes for me, I cherish it. It's like breaking the rules a little bit, only you're not because it's a day off. My mum follows a blog/book/website called Flylady, which is all to do with getting organised amongst the chaos of a household. I know, I know, it's stereotypically aimed at those parents who stay at home but it looks like a really interesting website so I might start getting interested in it a bit more.

You do not want a mental picture of my room. It seems that my work life is more or less organised but my home life is 'Chaos' (notice with a capital 'C').

On a more fun note. I watched Limitless last night, about a drug that can do anything. It can enhance your mind; instead of using 20% of your brain you use all of it. It shows a down and out guy taking the drug then becoming an amazing man who does almost anything. But then the drug takes control of him and he could lose his life, and he starts to notice something about the others who've taken the drug before him, including his ex-wife who he was married to for a day. A bit of CGI and Bradley Cooper actually looks... kinda cute.
I'm going to see 'Beastly' next week with my sister, Bethany and Jeni. Should be fun! I'll keep you posted.

Psst... Also out this week:
http://www.4thought.tv/ (Particularly the one on 'Mormonism', or rather The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints)

T-shirt Thursday

Hey all,

Bethany told me I should title my post today 'Tuna Pasta Bake Thursday' but I'm not going to, mainly because it sounds weird. Today was really good. I accidentally stayed up until 5 o'clock in the morning my eyes fixated on a book Bethany told me I had to bring with me over this holiday called 'The Kommandants Girl' set in Nazi Germany. I was completely hooked. I was on Chapter 20 when I decided I should probably sleep. Don't you just love it when you get so involved in a book you can't bare to turn your attention away; there's something so great about leaving the real world behind having transfixed yourself into your own imagination.

So, because I didn't go to sleep until very early in the morning I didn't get up until 12ish. I actually woke thinking 'I don't want to open my eyes incase it's earlier than I think it is in the morning and it means I have to go MAKE myself go back to sleep' but I gazed over to Bethany lying on the blow-up bed and I poked her in the arm; she was awake. She said it was 12ish so we all got up and decided to get ready for the beach.

We wandered out of the house in skirts and shorts prepared for a sand filled afternoon instead we were met with a bitter wind and a cloudy day, okay so not an extremely cloudy day because the sun was out but clouds made the sun disappear which made it cold again... nooo.

But Bethany was extremely determined to get out onto the beach. We bought a make shift racket and a frisbee (in hindsight probably not a good idea since it was really windy) and powered on down to the beach. Once we got there... it was still cold. But we had loads of fun. We spelt our names out in the sand; played bat and ball; Emily and Bethany ventured down to the sea, I'll admit I was too cold to dip into sea, then we went for some chips on the sea front and played airhockey which Bethany won.

Hmm, I actually digressed quite a lot from what I was actually going to say. But what I was going to talk about is the infamous t-shirt. In fact more infamous than just the t-shirt is the white t-shirt! Everyone should have one. In fact I bought one from Primark the other day for get this... £2, they have long sleeved ones and short sleeved ones and vest top ones and strap ones hmm, they probably have strapless ones too but I didn't look. In actual fact I have about 3 white vest tops and now 1 white t-shirt. I mean it goes with everything I wear.


I think it's just because of the holidays that I seem to be watching so many films but this evening we've just finished watching another romcom 'How Do You Know' with Reese Witherspoon and Paul Rudd; he's actually quite good looking for his age, and is it just me or do his eyes just GLISTEN in every film that he is in. Strange right? It's one of those 'nice-guy-actually-comes-first' romcom's which is really cute; even if his competition is Owen Wilson, but you can't win them all.

To finish off the evening we are having a meal; 'super' late and then we are watching 'Laws of Attraction' a film Bethany decided we have to watch. Enjoy our second bank holiday and the beautiful Royal Wedding tomorrow.