The Pity of the Year

fab4fic_lover @ 2008-06-22T16:48:00

2008-06-22T14:50:30Z

NEW LJ account, add me if you still want to be friends ( I'll only use this one to post the occasional fic over on JohnheartPaul )

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Friends only

2007-12-19T21:15:01Z

Sometimes I wish I had philosophy at school...

2007-12-18T21:10:47Z

Most people seem to be blind - they need a guide to lead them and therefore they go where they don’t want to go. That’s the reason why most people turn out to be so boring.

'What musical instrument should you play'

2007-11-19T12:12:12Z

And well, it aint quite a surprise, is it? I think actually, that it’s about right too, lol.

You Should Play the Guitar

You're very independent - both in spirit and in the way you learn.
You can teach yourself almost anything, even if it makes your fingers bleed.

You're not really the type to sit patiently through a music lesson - or do things by the book.
It's more your style to master the fundamentals and see where they take you.

Highly creative and a bit eclectic, you need a wide range of music to play.
You could emerge as a sensitive songwriter... or a manic rock star.

Your dominant personality characteristic: being rebellious

Your secondary personality characteristic: tenacity

What Musical Instrument Should You Play?

Though, this one is not right AT ALL xD.. (I mean, my eyes're like blue/green with yellow/brown spots around the pupil)

Your Eyes Should Be Brown

Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Uh, I'm not very idealistic ...

Your Aura is Violet

Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach

What Color Is Your Aura?

And... YAY! GREEN!

You Are a Green Crayon

Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors. While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around. Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease. You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows! Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.

What Color Crayon Are You?

You are an Atheist

When it comes to religion, you're a non-believer (simple as that). You prefer to think about what's known and proven. You don't need religion to solve life's problems. Instead, you tend to work things out with logic and philosophy.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

You Are Wind

Strong and overpowering
A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you
You have the power to change everything around you

You are best known for: your wrath

Your dominant state: commanding

What Type of Weather Are You?

Nutbags

2007-10-22T10:57:04Z

GODDAMNIT.

My handwriting does NOT look *that* much like John's.

*great, almost wrote poof instead of proof as cut name*

But what does Bea say? ''Oh, exactly like John's!''

Well, it's not and I shall prove it! Pfah.

And guess who the lovers in the song are based on :P

Either way, I did write a small poem for Emma. She told me that we (Bea and I have written the song - well, we're still busy, really xD) would dedicate the song to her. I went like: HELL NO!. So then she said: ''And the song is named 'Nutbags' '' . That's why I wrote it. And because she's got a *now not so very secret anymore* crush on old!Paul (And I really don't like old man Paul xD too wrinkly for my likings anyway)

- Irma

Nutbags

Oh those awful nutbags,

The ones she loves most,

All saggy and disorted,

Wrinkly and yes - she’s lost.

She really likes to lick them,

And make the old man cum,

Never she gets tired of it,

Hearing the old man hum.

The First Earth of Worl.

2007-10-06T19:03:49Z

Title: The First Earth of Worl.

Author: Irma

Word count: 314

A/N: Alright, this is what happens when I get inspired and giggly and that both at the same time. (Well, not always – sometimes I write poems and sometimes stories) And I thought I might share it with you for a laugh :D.

Comments of a couple of readers:

Brilliant, I love this. The wig story is sooooo funny.

- Fio

It sounds like a storyline for a Japanese anime film. It's GOOD btw... Before you think thats me being mean...it ain't xD. I mean it ain't me being mean...

- Emma

Once, there was nothing in the universe. Just a few lumps of mud flying around through the empty spaces the universe was made of.

One day, there was a micro organism born on one of those mudpiles. This micro organism, decided to create a world – just so he could change it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to say (just like the Beatles did) ‘’I am going to become very famous, and I will change the world forever.’’

This micro organism, hadn’t got any parents at all. The reason for this was mainly because he didn’t have any parents, he was the first after all. Also, he wondered why he could speak English. He hadn’t heard anyone speak it of course. This was very strange, as we all know now.

Nonetheless, he decided to get to work. This micro organism happened to be very special: it had got a wig. Now we all know a wig is fake hair you can put on your head when you’ve shaved it when you had a bad trip (yes, I’m referring to Britney Spears) but it wasn’t back then. Back then, a wig meant Wery Important Gigaorganism. It was a secret poison and if you would drink something of it as a human, you would die immediately because of thinking how great you were.

Only, our dear Orcim –he had named himself after his kind of species, looked up in the enceclopedia he’d found surfing on the mudpile – hadn’t any trouble handling his poison. This was mainly because he did not drink it, but took a bath in it every single morning of his excistance.

So, by the time he’d had enough of this poison, he discovered he didn’t have anything to do with The First Earth of Worl. This was when he decided to commit suicide and jump into thin air and then dissapear by getting fat.

fab4fic_lover @ 2007-09-18T16:28:00

2007-09-18T14:39:08Z

I've made a couple of backgrounds because I was rather bored yesterday. I think they turned out quite well. Hee! *dances* Well, it was more that I made one background, and then I changed the colours of it.

Either way, here they are:

Black (and my personal favourite):

Brown:

Green-Blue:

Lime green:

Orange:

HOOO-LIIIIIIII-DAAAAAAY xD

2007-07-27T07:16:16Z

Just a very quick entry this time - today (in a few hours) I'm leaving on a 2-week holiday.

We're staying in the north - but on one of the islands (Texel - it is the island most to the south but still none lower then Joure u_u ). I hope it's not going to rain when we're busy with the tent, that'd be a drag. Got a new tent, with the old one we were able to get it up all dry and with wind and such, we'll have to see how the new one's going to react on this weather LOL. But thus far it seems to be dry on the islands so that's great news of course.

Cya all in 2 weeks - I'll make some drawings though ;)

Wooh-YAY!

Cold Turkey

2007-07-23T09:02:58Z

Um, so I was just droodling around a bit while listening Cold Turkey, and then made this one:

I put it in photoshop and made this of it (sorry it sucks but
I just can't draw that well only using my computermouse
*rolls eyes dramatically* )

And for the ones that wanna have it as dp:

Nicked from Neliana

2007-07-15T10:37:09Z

You scored as British,

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Irish

75%

British

75%

Belgian

63%

Danish

63%

Swiss

63%

Italian

50%

Dutch

50%

French

50%

Russian

50%

German

25%

Molvanian

25%

Polish

25%

Turkish

13%

Spanish

Which European nationality should you have
created with QuizFarm.com

Die Arbeit macht Spaß.

2007-06-25T09:52:28Z

Well, wouldn't say so! *points to title* In fact, studying German just makes me incredibly MOODY. (In case you can't understand German, the title means: The work is fun. Or something alike that.)

I mean, seriously! Why do we have German at school? I know it's one of the neighbourcountries of Holland, but still. Only the Germans speak it... And people from Liechtensten, Austria and Zwitserland! I don't need no German, I suck at it when I have to spell (Who can write Frühstücken or Hausaufgaben without making mistakes?!) or at the name causes (Die Beatles haben ~~kein~~ Bier getrunken wann/wenn? sie in Hamburg waren) so I'm gunna drop it next year. And still I have to make this bleedin' test tomorrow and I don't understand the heck of it. Seriously. I suck at German *giggles* I mean, when you're in Germany (been there twice) and you have to buy something, it aint that hard, seriously! And a little convo neither. Only, at school! Besides, everybody can think of what ''die Musik'' or ''das Foto'' means, right?

Well, I just don't like the language. When I'm talking it, it feels like I keep on cursing. French is way better (though I can't speak that really well either, it's still better then German, right?!) and well, not to mention English (OH YAY! THE UNION JACK ROCKS *giggles*)

Ah well, that's it for this morning :p

Poem... John loves Paul poem...

2007-06-20T17:06:25Z

Okay, here's a poem I've written this afternoon/evening ...

It was inspired by Emma's saying about this pic of Paul, as being a personal belonging of John to think about when he was alone... Well, you know, occupying himself ;)

John and his Paulie porn stash...

Even when he still was in class...

He used to imagine dirty things...

And when he certain songs sings...

I feel fine for example...

It was meant as confessionramble...

But Paul didn't seem to notice

And one night John just hissed...

And then Paul silently replied

That he indeed did and sighed

Then John kissed Paul's lips

And let his hands linger on his hips

Paul moaned into John's mouth

Neither of them cared about the sound

They grinded their hips against eachother

And neither of them did really bother

Whether others could hear them being busy

And then John asked: Paul, would you miss me?

Paul didn't think but replied: as soon as you're away

And John said: Oh, I already wanted to say

Then he pulled down both their pairs of trousers

And as their moans were getting louder

They pressed their lips together tighter

And then John felt his head getting lighter

Soon their muscles were starting to tremble

And nobody could hear their incoherent ramble

Silence told more then words anyway

And they loved each other so they say

They whispered it in each other's ear

So they indeed were the only one to hear

And later they embraced each other tight

Which was how they spent that night.

fab4fic_lover @ 2007-06-16T14:19:00

2007-06-16T12:19:48Z

Oh why, I would NEVER have expected a result like this...

YOU ARE MOST LIKE JOHN LENNON

You are an artist, very introspective, kind-hearted yet you never fail to speak your mind. You enjoy a challenge when one is presented to you, you are an intense soul, you love love,you may not like the idea of being alone. You are very creative. You think outside of the box.

Take this quiz at QuizHeaven.com

X'D Seriously, I'm laughing my ass off. Never had a different result on a test like these, really :P

New fic

2007-06-15T06:01:10Z

Title: No title yet
Author: Fab4fic_Lover
Rating: R/NC-17
Note: I've written this fic for someone's birthday, there'll be another part, and thus far, enjoy!

The fic is findable HERE.

Laat me slapen (Let me sleep)

2007-04-12T18:44:15Z

Oh. My. God.

I just found this vid, and it really absolutely has sort of upset me. Because of the lyrics, I think. I have copied the lyrics and tried to translate them. If any Dutch/Belgian person has read it and has got any remarks, feel free to say it and I'll change it.

Acda en de Munnik
Laat Me Slapen

Vannacht lag ik weer wakker mam
Tonight I was awake again mum

Om alles wat ik niet weet
Because of everything I don't know

En voor niets had ik een oplossing
and for nothing I had a solution

Behalve dan me reet
Except then for my ass

**

Niet dat het me niet interesseert
Not that I am not interested

Maar wat weet ik er nou van
But what do I know about it?

Soms dacht ik: 'stel nou dat...'
Sometimes I thought ''well, imagine...''

En dat was het wel weer dan
And then that was it pretty muchagain

**

Vannacht lag ik weer wakker mam
Tonight I was awake again mum

Ben het bed maar uitgegaan
So then I eventually got out of bed

En alsof ik niet genoeg shit had
And as if I didn't have enough problems already

De radio aangedaan
Turned the radio on

**

De hele nacht de Beatles mam
The whole night the Beatles, mum

En om elk uur dat woord
And every hour that word again

Het spijt me mam het spijt me zo
I'm sorry mum, I am so sorry

John Lennon is vermoord
John Lennon was murdered

**

De zoon van god was terug op aarde mam
The son of God came back on earth, mum

Zelfde boodschap zelfde haar
Same message, same hair

En All You Need Is Love, zo mooi
And all you need is love, so beautiful

Maar kennelijk niet waar
But apperantly not true

**

Laat me slapen
Let me sleep

Laat me slapen
Let me sleep

Laat me slapen
Let me sleep

**

Vanochtend toen de krant kwam
This morning when the paper came

Heb ik de oplossing bedacht
I thought about the solution

En ik heb hem terug gegeven
And I gave it back

Ik heb hem teruggegeven
I gave it back

Aan de jongen die hem bracht
To the boy that had delivered it

**

En toen pas kwam ik langs die zin
And only then I arrived at that line

Die wel de waarheid raakt:
The one that does tell the truth

`Het leven is wat je gebeurt
Terwijl je andere plannen maakt'
' Live is what happens
When you're making other plans'

**

De zoon van god was terug op aarde mam
The son of God came back to earth mum

En Imagine was zijn woord
And Imagine was his word

Dus de wereld is een paradijs
So the world is a paradise

En dat 'ie dood is heb denk ik niet gehoord
And the thing that he is dead, I don't think that was what I've heared

fab4fic_lover @ 2007-04-07T16:07:00

2007-04-07T14:41:20Z

I'm posting here some drawings of wich I think you've seen most of before. I only made the pics this time
with the digital camera, instead of with my webcam, so the quality is much better now ^^.

Cycling Home.

2007-03-28T16:25:14Z

Title: Cycling home.
Author: Fab4fic_lover
Rating: PG
Set: About half a year after John and Paul've met.
Note: This's just an inbetween fic. Busy on writing another (and I think it's going to be the final part) of The Importance Of Needing Someone. This crossed my mind when I was going home after visiting a friend, last fridaynight.

As John was cycling home, that one km from Paul's home to his own, he thought about all the things that had hapened that night. He shivered, because even though the calendar said it was spring already, it didn't feel like it. Ah, well... At least it wasn't raining, John thought. That was a good thing, no rain.

He'd known Paul for about half a year now. And their friends regulary called them Lennon and McCartney, or the other way around, because they were often seen together. But hey! What would they do otherwise, while they both loved that one thing so much? Music. Ofcourse, when John went out with Cyn, Paul wasn't there. And if Paul was going out with someone, John wasn't there either.

But their friendship had always been platonic. It hadn't went further than being just good friends. Even though sometimes people jokinly said it almost looked like they were engaged, or married. But that were just jokes.

And then there was tonight. The night on wich everything had changed, John thought.

Paul had been complaining. He had (fucking goddamn sod) been complaining about having too much girls liking him. He'd said: ''why do all those girls think I'm cute?''. they were then sitting on the bench that was in front of the piano in the livingroom. And then John had just blurted out, out of nothing: ''Because you are''. And now, still, here, outside, long after it happened, he still didn't know where it came from. It just had come out of nothing. As soon as he'd felt he was blushing, he had turned away his head, closed his eyes, and had hoped Paul hadn't noticed anything.

But Paul had, and it had done huge damage to the friendship they'd had for the past months.

Because, as John thought and shivered again, Paul's reaction had been unexpected. Well, the first reaction was perfectly normal. Paul had just said: ''What... What did you just say?''. But then, when John had looked up, expecting to see a face in discust, the face of another bloke just finding out one of his best mates had said he was cute. But Paul didn't look discusted at all. Because, what Paul had done, was way more shocking, John found. Unpleasant, no. Shocking, yes.

Paul had been studying the floor, just as John had done just seconds ago. And Paul's face had been... Flushed. John couldn't think of any other thing to describe it, Paul was blushing. And... John had found it rather adorable, he still found it adorable as he realized he was blushing only because of the thought. Even now he was blushing of it. But no-one on the street saw it, the street was empty. Either one was still in the clubs, or either one was nice and comfortable at home, reading a book. Not that John had any problems with that. In fact, now he could at least think about it in quietness. About the night.

Anyroad. WhenPaul had looked up at John again, he'd probably realized that John had seen his face flush. Because, then Paul had coughed a few times, and said: ''Well, er. I think you, er. You look quite, good yourself, too.''

This time it had been John's turn to be dumbfounded. It had just been that night, only a few minuits before Paul's response, that he had realized that he might feel something more for the boy than just the friendship. And then, Paul had, even though pretty much in his own words, said he felt somehow the same way about John.

John smiled because of the thoughts. He was almost at home now, and right now that also was the place he least wanted to be. He wanted to be still on that bench. Still at Paul's side.

When the biggest shock had been over, for the both of them, John had asked Paul: ''What are we going to do with all of this?'' He knew it wasn't the most manly thing in the world to ask, but men in love could do strange things. And Paul had simply said: '' Let's just see what's going to happen. Just let it be.'' And before they both really knew it, their heads were bending forwards, causing the space between them grow smaller. And then, their lips touching. At first, barely, just trying. Doubting, not really knowing if either of them really wanted it. But then they grew more confident, more sure what they wanted. And it turned itno a real kiss. An almost desperate power hiding inside of it, while neither of them realized that.

And John had realized this was very different than kissing a girl, kissing Cyn. The kiss itself wasn't so very different. But the feeling was. It probably just meant that he cared for Paul a hell of a lot. That they meant a lot for each other. But on the other side, kissing Cyn also felt special. Both in their very own ways.

And, thinking about it again, John started giggling again. When Paul and he were kissing, the bell had rang. And the both of them had burst out in such an enormous laughter, most likely part of their nervousness, that Paul's dad, he was on the other side of the door, had to wait for allmost 5 minuits flat. He hadn't been really happy with that, Paul's that.

Then he'd sort of sent John and Paul upstairs. John now couldn't stop giggling anymore, and he almost had to stop cycling because he burst out in laughter again. If the poor old man only knew what was going on between his son and that ''rebellous friend of yours'', he'd have a heartattack straight away. But he didn't so... Paul's dad had told them to be a bit quiet, because Mike was probably asleep already. He was younger, after all.

They'd lain down on the bed. Just talking. First about their feelings for girls, if those had changed or not. Then about their feelings for each other, and what they had to do with those. They'd decided they shouldn't tell the outside world. Keep dating birds, or in John's case, Cynthia. And then, Paul's dad had come upstairs, to tell John had to go home and Paul had to go to bed. Paul had made a funny face, he obviously didn't want to be told by his dad he had to go to bed. But otherwise his dad'd get mad, so he just did it.

John and Paul had told Paul's dad John had to say one more, very important thing to Paul, of wich Paul's dad couldn't know anything about. Something about a girl. But there wasn't anything about a girl to say, so when Paul's dad went away out of the room again, they'd closed the door. And then they'd given each other one last kiss, the last kiss of the night. As a goodbye, and to show their love for each other. As a sealing of the things they'd told that night. And then John had went away, yelled one last time: ''See you later!'' and then started thinking.

He'd arrived at home now. As he did his very best to enter the house as quiet as possible, Mimi was probably asleep by now, he suddenly realized something.

He loved Cyn. He loved her as much as a man could ever love his woman; with whole his heart. And he knew, she loved him just as much. Just a very normal, though very special ''I love you so very much, so very much'' sort of way. The way people all over the world did, and each of them thought it was a feeling only for the two of them. The way people did who wanted to marry. Even though John found Cyn and him too young: they weren't ready to marry yet. They eventually probably would, he knew that too. He only didn't know when. Over five years or so.

But his love for Paul was something very different. It went beyond the limits, even though John knew neither of them would ever admit that. He knew they'd always love each other: their souls were connected by an invisible strength. There wasn't another way, really. And that bond between them, that connection, was what made them so very special. They were soulmates, not as was said as lovers, but real soulmates. Really connected. Really belonging together, not abled to live without. And that was what made them so good, too. That was giving that one little extra spark when they were writing a song. They'd started with that only a few weeks ago now, but John knew they were abled to do big things. He was sure of that. The two of them, being soulmates in combination of loving each other, made them the best. And he knew they would ever reach the top.

This night hadn't only changed his relationship with Paul. It had changed his whole life, John thought as he undressed and got into bed.

And that night, he had a dream. He dreamed he was famous, the most famous ever. He'd reached the top, the number one. And he wasn't alone. Paul was there with him. They were the toppermost of the poppermost. The best. Ever.

- The end.

Comments appreciated

Poem+Drawings

2007-03-24T17:03:46Z

W00T! I got a new photoshop! Adobe Creative Suite 2004 Dutch edition. ^^, I'm so very happy with it :D
So here's some art-stuff (I hope you'll enjoy it ;))

fab4fic_lover @ 2007-03-19T21:16:00

2007-03-19T20:17:36Z

Here's a drawing (again lol.)

(eh. Yeah. That's Paul in a dress X'D)

Paul: Lemme keep the dress!
John: It isn't about the dress, git!
Paul: What is it then?
John: I want to go inside again!
Paul: Why?
John: We look like complete fools!
Paul: So? It's fun!
John: No, it's not. We're going inside. NOW.

*are going inside*

Ay, new drawing!

2007-03-11T19:07:14Z

Paul: ''John, you know that's Brian who's in the shower?''
John: *giggles* ''Yes, I know that. All part of the plan...''
Paul: ''If you're going to use that, that, that THING you're carrying
so sneaky behind your back, I don't have anything to do with that.''
John: ''So, turning soft mate?''
Paul: ''You know what I mean!''

*little while later*

John: *sneaks into bathroom*
Paul: *stays outside, watching if no-one wants to enter the bathroom*
John: *sets plan into work*
Brian: *shrieks*
John: *comes out of bathroom, heavily of giggly-itus* ''Paul, you
really should've seen his face! PRICELESS!''
Paul: ''I've heared it, yes''

*ZOOM IN*

John

Paul & the plant

Yay! ;)

2007-03-03T20:31:09Z

And yet another drawing..

John: ''Don't you see we're BUSY?''
Brian: ''John! Do you have some girl over there again? Who's that?''
(Paul shows up behind John)
Paul: ''We, Brian! Fuck, how fucking blind are you?''
Brian: *faints*

Lol.

2007-03-03T20:05:17Z

Ok' I promised to post this this afternoon, but then I discovered I had to help my mom making dinner, and I didn't get the chance to post it then. So I'll post it now, along with a drawing of Paul in a dress ( I made that because of the ''Just a roadie'' pictures fic of

mrs_evansof_mal last week or something :P ) Oh, and I'm very sorry for the poor qualities of the pics but I don't have a scanner :'(

Ah, pretty Paul dressed up in a dress :)

And some John/Paul drawings ;)

Notice the details ;) (aka, what's on John's lap? yes, that's his diary :P )

Ah. My life. (sucks XD)

2007-02-25T20:17:58Z

Woot... My diary. not Johns. Lol. Just because I need to release some of my frustrations.. ;)

Great, this is just plain great. I think I'm just a nut... Should be hanging in the tree, or even better, being hidden in the ground. My brains don't function normal anymore. It feels like there's a constant lasting explosion of creativity in there, but it just won't come out. Don't know why, but it's killing me. I should make a hole in it. But I can't that's the problem. I just can't.
           And I just was on msn. And there was a guy asking what I was listening. I said: Pink Floyd. So he asked wich song. And I said: Wish You Were Here. Then he asked what my fav line from the song was. And ofcourse I didn't say ''We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year''. Ofcourse my brain makes ''We're just two lost bowls, swimming in a pish bowl, year after year'' of it. And then my fingers have the fucking courage to type it down, and to make it even worse, send it. I'm messing up lyrics and grammar and stuff all the time now. Should I have a brain tumor or so? It sucks.
            But hell, my life sucks. The trouble with my parents: they don't want me let play the guitar because they think I'm giving up the art when I play it. Or at least that I'm going to give up artschool when I'm on it. Who says I'm like John then? My dad. My fucking dad thinks I want to act like John or something. Well, fuck him, I'm just me, not some guy born in 1940 who accidentally became very very famous. And who sometimes looks a very very pale little bit like me, just because I *also* like drawing, writing poems, music, hate jazz (I'll tell you something about that later) and so on.
            Jeah, now about the jazz. I know a girl, she's in my class, and she's got piano lessons. She has written some music and asked me if I would want to write the lyrics, she said it was a sad song. But then she said she loved jazz. Well that's great than. I don't like jazz at all. Don't know why, I just don't like it. So now I'll just hope it isn't too jazzy. (otherwise I'll have to confince her to make it a bit more Rock 'n Roll ;) )
             Whoo! Rock 'n Roll... well... rocks XD... I like it. And I know how to dance on it. Just because of the schoolparty last week, thursdaynight. The beginnin of the evening was -as always- extremely dull. And then in the middle they started asking songs for the teachers so the music got better. And one of the very very last songs was a real rock 'n roll (man, now I allmost typed fock n roll :S) song.... And I got talking with a girl sometime that night, we didn't know about each others passion for the sixties! But now I see it.. She's just half a hippy while I thought she was a punk or something... People can misunderstand each other so badly.. Anyway, when the song was playing she told she knew how to dance on rock n roll. And if I wanted to learn how to dance it. Ofcourse I said yes! So we danced real rock n roll and after the song we were really like: this should be playing all night ... :) ... And besides, it looked + cool because I was wearing a fifties/sixties dress á la Olivia Newton John (from Grease, she's playing Sandra Dee) ... :) ...

Well, I've got to go now, my parents are getting annoyed because I'm staying upstairs this long. My brother too, by the way ... Well, brother's are always annoying so that was expectable ;)

Byeeee!

DRAWING lol.

2007-02-11T11:08:33Z

Ok, I think I'd post a drawing now, cos, you know, I talk about how I like drawing and stuff, but you've never seen one, so, err... Here's one I made in scienceclass last week...
I'm sorry for the bad quality, but that's because it was taken with a webcam so...

bed-head

2007-02-06T16:50:13Z

OK, I got the inspiration for this poem from a girl on the msn so... BLAIM HER!! ;)

bed-head, still asleep

like to lay in bed so sweet

to drift away wonderfull

and wake up with new will

nice warm laying in bed

getting some rest and that

is all you ever want to do

then the alarm goes and though

you want to stay there safe

you know you have to get up

before you are too late