November Rain

Finally - the cold November Rain hit the rooftops.

I was woken by it

The first time it had rained properly in November. Poured.

I am never normally woken by the weather

Yet this rain had been sent for me.

I climbed out of my warm bed into my cold room, and

Pressed my hands against the condensed window, and

Pushed it open.

And I just hung there, almost falling out the window

With November Rain blaring in my ears.

I didn't care.

I didn't think.

Not about anything.

Only the Rain.

It was like flying. Freedom.

My

Cold

November

Rain.

Shut Your BIG Mouth.

Logic - funny word that.

There are some who will completely base their lives upon it.

And when it comes to a time where logic no longer persists - they fall.

When logic has no place in a certain situation - they can't cope.

There MUST be a logical explanation for everything.

Today, I was asked what I did in my day, so I just listed:

Piano lesson, school, work, practice, perform

I asked back - and they replied:

Bus, maths test, chess, chemistry test, grind

These few short sentences showed me - gave me proof. I mean, they even included the oh so convenient BUS. The BUS - as something they did today.

Contradiction.

"Complimentary" - apparently.

And to prove my point - when I asked "how?", they replied:

"Yeah, like, if we went on that version of who wants to be a millionaire where 2 people go on instead of one, I'd handle certain Q's and you'd do others. covering the other's weaknesses, etc"

Not everything is run by logic.

Not everything has a logical explanation.

When logic is no longer needed - you cant cope.

When logic is no longer needed - shut your BIG mouth.

Logic.

Looky What I Found...!

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"Here's to you on your birthday, Roger" Said Helen...

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When INSANITY laughs, under pressure we're breaking.

Can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give LOVE that one more chance?

Why can't we give love, give love, GIVE love, give love, give love, give love...

List Of Famous Fred, Freddie 'n' Fredericks =)

Again, if you've got any more, let me know by leaving a comment =)

Fred's

Fred Flinstone (Cartoon character)
Fred Durst (Singer)
Fred Astaire (Actor)
Fred (from Scooby Doo)
Right Said Fred (Band)
Fred (Homepride brand)
Fred Eliot (Corronation St.)
Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)
Fred Thompson (Cowboy actor)
Fred Housego (Winner of Mastermind)
Fred Dibnah (TV presenter)
Fred C. Dobbs (Film character)
Fred Colon (Character from Terry Pratchett's discworld books)

Freddie's

Freddie Mercury (God.)
Freddie Starr (Comedian)
Freddie and the Dreamers (Band)
Freddie Prinze Jr. (Actor)
Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm St.)
Fat Freddie (Cartoon Character)
Freddy Fender (of Fender Guitars)
Freddie Jackson (Soul singer)
Freddie Flintoff (Cricketer)
Freddie Ljungberg (Footballer)
Freddie Highmore (Child Actor)
Freddie Mitchell (American Footballer)
Freddie Aguilar (Folk musician from the Philippines)
Freddie the Frog (Australian Chocolate bar)
Freddie the Teddy (My Little Cousin's Teddy!)

Frederick's

Frederick "Freddy" Watson (Hot Stripper from Hollyoaks)
Frederick Loewe (Composer, Arranger, Producer)
Frederick Robbins (Scientist)
Frédéric Chopin (Composer)
Frédéric Michalak (French rugby player)
Frederick Douglass (American abolitionist)
Frederick Mellinger (Inventor of the Push-up bra)
Frederick I / II / III (All King of Prussia at some point)
Frederick Forsyth (Best selling author)
Frederic Franklin (Dancer)

Exceptions

Friedrich von Trapp (Sound of Music, and the only exception, I wanna see someone in Lederhosens =D )

A place where everyone can smile.

When I look around me, I see, hear, smell, taste and feel beauty. The WORLD. That is beauty. I just don't understand how someone can look around and actually believe the world isn't beautiful. Even in the darkest most dirt-striven alleyways of the dingiest city; beauty still lies there. Because someone made that happen. Someone, on earth, came up with the brilliant idea of building a wall, where people can LIVE. That to me is beautiful in itself. MUSIC. At some point in every body's lives, there has to be a time where they are left speechless, speechless with the beauty they have just encountered. Surely. The night, the RAIN, the stars in the heavens above, the clouds, the trees, the wind, PEOPLE. Beauty, in the eye of the beholder, is everywhere. Some will look at this blog post and decide that it is ugly. Others will only see beauty.

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suckers.

What I Do To Occupy The Time =)

The Trobi Triangle!

Behold! The Trobi Triangle! Two of my very bestest buddies from swimming, and together, we shall conquer the world!!! gah, just kidding... *cough*

SO VERY TRUE.

Bling-a-ling-a-ding-dong.

I actually LOATH the idea of "bling". It really really annoys me how girls who are much more petite than me thinks that a ring that's practically the same size as their head looks good on their hand. Or some goldi-lookin-chain looks good around their necks... With all due respect, I think it's great that they think it looks good, and each to their own I say. But for me, blinging = minging (thought I'd use the appropriate language.)

Yet here I am looking at the Marks and Spenser Christmas booklet, and found this picture, and thought, "they do look really very nice."

How very topsy turvy the world is. My likes and hates all come in one hand, which I guess can be the same for everyone. I mean without love, or liking, there couldn't be a hate or loathing, because you'd have nothing to compare it too. I can't wait to discover the world for that reason alone.

Marina.

My one and only wise friend. She's caring, funny, fantastically clever and never fails to be insane. But what I love most about this beautiful girl, (that just happened to drop from the sky into Jersey from America just when I needed her most) is the fact that she's Marina. No words of description could truly do her justice. She's a Superhero, a Saviour, who always has some thing to say to make it better in the long run. Yeah, she doesn't say what you wanna hear, she doesn't smother you with kisses and love just because you feel a little sorry for yourself, she'll tell you the hard truth, there and then. And THAT, my dears, is why I love her so much. "Honesty" is an understatement for Marina. She'll love you and smother you with kisses when you need them most, and she'll always be there, to the bitter end, to pick you up when you fall, to keep you flying when you're most happy.

Piece of my mind.

This is a little book that I've never really shown any one. It just contains pretty much any little scrap of thoughts that come to my mind there and then, filled with little drawings and their own little captions. Sometimes lyrics, or things I hear people say that could be turned into lyrics or pictures. Sometimes I just like the sound of them in themselves.