I have time now.

So, April. I had intended to write back then, but stuff happened, and I had to focus on school work, but I have now graduated and can therefore focus on this more than before.

I will try and write a sequel to the previous chapters and put it up ASAP.

I need some training...

So, shall be back soonish.

xxx

SO LONG, MARIANNE

Ok, it has been a while, but I'll be doing this this weekend. It's 3am now, so I'm just not gonna start, knowing that I have to be up in about 6/7 hours.
But yes, just felt like saying to anyone who reads this from time to time that I'm still alive and aware of this. Tumblr and Facebook get more attention, but don't feel left out.

Soon
<3

M.

CHAPTER V: "With dirty hearts and hands washed clean. They walked in line,.."

Playground Love

They walked in silence for three quarters of an hour.

Rebecca followed Jamie, not really knowing where they were heading, and too baffled to ask.

But the place they were going to was the least of her worries, what she really wanted to know was why he'd come at her rescue and why all these girls had obeyed him that easily... was he some sort of pimp? Why did people comply with his orders? Maybe he was more dangerous than the simple womanizer she had assumed he was. No one this handsome is innocent.

She paced the hills and steep streets, pavement and mud without uttering a single syllable.

Jamie did the same, but he could keep up without too much effort. She was carrying a travel bag after all. When he heard how hard she was panting he finally allowed his eyes to meet hers and noticed the heavy bag she'd been carrying on her back and spoke.

"Shit. I'm sorry, give me your bag..." he said, whilst taking that weight off her shoulders, both literally and metaphorically. The fact that he had just spoken made her feel a lot better, and removed all idea of kidnapping from her tormented thoughts.

After he freed her he turned around and started walking again. After walking for 100m he stopped, seeing a bench on his left, dropped her bag on it, turned to her and asked her "aren't you going to ask me where I'm taking you?"

"I was..." she answered "...But then I figured I probably shouldn't talk to you. Sorry for pissing you off, I didn't mean to --" he interrupted her and answered:

"Oh it's not your fault. Really, it's not you... it's just... this place. I'm tired of it. So I'm going where I always feel good. I'm taking you there. I used to go there whenever things weren't too great, and the habit remained..."

"Cool." was all she answered

"'Cool?' So you don't want me to tell you where that is?"

"No, I trust you. I feel I can"

That last confession made him smile

"Cool" he answered. "We're almost there..."

He wasn't lying. After three more minutes they had arrived to a playground. Everything was a bit rusty and the gate was locked. Everything was still wet. Jamie took a key out from his pocket and unlocked it. It was clearly written "Private, no trespassing" but he still stepped in the dark of the night. As he opened this gate he also opened her heart and his. This place was going to be one of many open-hearted talks, but none of them knew this yet.

He let her in first and followed her then closed the gate behind them.

The toys in there weren't those you see in a normal playground. They were in fact sort of fairground, frightening, macabre animals. Snakes, barking dogs, and hissing cats. But Rebecca didn't feel threatened... she actually felt safe. It was like being somewhere beyond the boundaries of reality, a different dimension that no one else could access.

Jamie climbed some sort of ladder and took out his phone to find his way, he unlocked another lock and then went down saying it was clear and asked Rebecca to go up first. He didn't want to look under her skirt, he just wanted to be there to catch her if she was to fall. She left her bag downstairs and went up and he joined her an instant later, put the bag aside and closed the trap door beneath him. He then searched his pockets, took out his lighter, and turned on the gas lamp that was in one of the corners. The light shone bright, revealing the rest of the room; it was wide, the size of a spacious bedroom. It was like entering a pharaoh's pyramid to find gold and rubies. Rebecca gasped. She hadn't imagined what this playground was hiding...

"Wow." was the only word she let out. Jamie had hoped not to have to go down that route but he now knew he'd have to tell her how and why about many things. How come he had this key, why he came here, whose it was...

"It was me and my brother's playroom." he paused. He wasn't sure whether to do that or not, but if he wanted anything the happen between him and her she needed to understand.

"We moved out a year and a half ago... didn't really get along with the people around here anymore. I was going to move schools too but my request was rejected by the council as I only had 9 months left." he sighed. "I have a twin brother. If you met him you'd think it's me, but we have very different ways of thinking... my brother is schizophrenic. When we were younger we always played here for hours on, even when it rained. It's my grandpa's mansion... but he passed away now, so we had to move. We'd been living here with him because he'd have been too lonely." he got up and paced the room, his back turned. "My brother stayed in an institute where he also had some lessons, he's smart. He came here once during half term because it was our 16th birthday. My friends had planned a special party which I was going to attend, but he couldn't because of... his condition. I was getting ready as he came and announced it was cancelled, one of my friends had just called, he said. I was disappointed and went to bed at 11 that night after having played video games. I had put my pyjamas back on and had my covers up to my eyes. I assumed my brother would still stay up late as he couldn't do that in the institute." he paused again. "Well... he didn't. He took my clothes and phone after replacing mine with the same model but a different sim card and changing my best mates' numbers so I couldn't contact them. He then went out, saying bye to my mother, who thought it was me, and went to that party." he gasped. "I've always been sort of quiet, you know. So when my brother, Mark arrived at the party telling my mates to go mental they just assumed I'd drank a lot, and decided to continue, and all got drunk. Everyone was really drunk at that party, I hear." he sniffed and paused, for a long time. There was a tight ball in his throat, one that he just couldn't swallow this time. Tears started flowing and even biting his lower lip didn't help with that. Rebecca heard it all but didn't know whether to move and comfort him or not, but she decided to let him finish first. In the meantime she took out a few things in her bag: a large blanket, some digestive biscuits, and a bottle of vodka.

"Well... he met my ex girlfriend and got off with her. She was saying how she missed him so he assumed she wanted him. She'd been sniffing some white powder, so they ended up together in a random bed. After that he saw a girl I quite liked, as a friend, but who really liked me. She cried and pleaded and wanted to know why I didn't want to be with her. I liked her but I'd just gotten out of something that had left me emotionally weak, so I wanted to take things slow. Of course Mark didn't know that. So he did it with her too. Then I hear he was quite tired... so he went to an empty room to rest. He lay in the bed but noticed it was bumpy. The nice Mark would have never done that, but the other Mark did it... he... abused her." then Jamie started to sob as quietly as he could. "Fucking hell... I'm so sorry... I sound so lame, I'm sorry, I swear I... it's my fault." Rebecca didn't wait for him to finish the story to get up. She knew he wasn't lying, she understood, part of her mystery had just been solved, she could fall in love. She went up to him, made him turn around and held him as tight as she could. He returned her sweet embrace and allowed his watery eyes to be seen for the first time. He could trust her, just like she trusted him, that's how he felt. She didn't need to talk, her presence was appeasing enough. They remained in that position for a few minutes, without uttering a single word. Then she took him by the hand and lead him to the window where she had organised her cherished belongings. She put the blanket on the large mattress in another corner of the room, and grabbed the vodka and biscuits and sat. The rain was pouring outside and she started nibbling on her biscuit. She passed the packet to him, and set her throat on fire with one gulp of the transparent liquid. She coughed as she hadn't done this in a while now and she had to breathe in really hard, but she was fine. He had the same reaction, but then he smiled. The 75cl bottle was nowhere near empty, and the moon had just appeared. They still had hours to uncover each other's mysteries; years. They didn't need all this: the alcohol, the warmth,... they had eachother.

How could you miss someone as dumb as this? - Chapter IV

"Home, is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there..."
Those were the sweet words thumping in Rebecca's mind as she was walking and crying around this neighbourhood she didn't know at all but which felt so familiar.
The red brick Victorian architecture reminded her of her own home which she had left a while ago, and the friendly faces looked like those of people who she felt she could get along with, just like her own neighbours. As she was walking the sky started darkening and a cold breeze caressed her skin. Soon enough it would rain so much she would feel damper than a swamp. As she realised this she headed to the nearest bus station where she had left her travel bag in a locker. She took her key out and took her bag from which she retrieved her coat and she stayed in the locker room for a bit, sitting. She thought that she was lucky she was in such a lovely neighbourhood because she'd seen others where it would have been impossible for her to just sit and warm up her body for a bit. Here though, there was a radiator and even a few newspapers and magazines, either left there purposely or perhapsthey had just been forgotten.
Whichever of the two it was, it kept her busy for a bit. First she read the Economist out of boredom, but also because she had seen an interesting caricature when flicking though the pages. It was a depiction of Bush and his so called "lethargy". Rebecca was not big fan of Bush so it made her smirk a little and cheered her up. She then saw a "Seventeen" which she turned to sort of out of despair. She'd never really gotten into those girly magazines but like with many ridiculous things their mediocrity and repetitiveness tended to amuse her, which was just what she needed: a slight feeling of superiority and control. A self-confidence boost.
She read the pages with open condescendence which was shown with the eyebrow that stayed raised throughout her reading (which, unlike the Economist was perhaps 20 minutes long and not 1hour). Well, she had this attitude until she came face to face with an article about binge drinking and stories of girls who had gotten abused at parties. When she saw this one started to cry silently until she was interrupted.
At some point, a group of girls had passed her without her really noticing, but now they had gotten inside the waiting room. The girls were all wearing some sort of pink and grey jogging suits and had loop earrings, pink gloss and a ponytail. Also, these girls had a smirk on their faces just like Rebecca had had one before, but this didn't look like it was for the same reason. This was about two hours after Rebecca had ran away from the café, but she hadn't gone very far from it in fact. Despite that, she was now in a totally different world than the one she was still imagining when at Jamie's.
"Oi, what you doin' herre?" was what started it all.
Rebecca - despite knowing she was alone - looked around her as if to make sure it was her that the girl was speaking to. The girl stepped forward and repeated, in a scarier tone:
"What you fuckin' doin' herre?"
And Rebecca finally answered "Oh, erm, well I'm...warming myself up. It's a bit cold outside. Sorry I've spread my stuff all around me like that, I was alone, but you can sit if you want to."
After this short speech, which was actually a soliloquy as her "interlocutor" hadn't listen to a word of what Rebecca had just said, the girl just looked back at her half dozen of friends and laughed uncontrollably.
“Roight, little miss posh came to tell me I can sit in me own fecking spot! Roight. You bitch, we’ll take care of ye, scum.”
Rebecca then realised things were taking a bad turn and it worsened as another girl came forward only for her to realise it was one of the girls she’d met earlier in the café and had been disrespectful to. It was the blonde girl.

“Ooooooooh, but I know this girl, girls! She’s Smith’s new girlfriend” when she said that all the others just chewed their gum and sneered. Rebecca felt like she had just trespassed.
“Wait, no, I’m not his girl—”
“Ooh right” said the chief of the gang
“How far have ye gone yet? We don’t really like Smith: he’s fucked all of us, quite literally. Even those of us who didn’t feckin want em. Is he any good?”
“Listen, I don’t know him! I really don’t, I can’t, I mean, I’m not his-” But once again Rebecca was struggling in vain...
“She’s lying! I saw them at the café today! They were like...touching each other and stuff, it was gross. They stayed there for ages. The bitch dissed me when he introduced her.”
Rebecca tried to counter this claim but was stopped, again.
“Shat ap, ye slut. We’re gonna give ye wat ye deserve. That guy’s a bastard, you should know that by now.”
“And you know what Gemma? She’s coming to school next year, hahaha.”
“Feckin hell. I thought we had enough scum. What’s her name?”
“Rebecca” answered the blond girl “Oh wait, it’s written on her bag there... Rebecca Tate”
“Well, Rebecca Tate, welcome to hell...”
Before she could even justify herself and explain to them she was on their side the girls approached Rebecca menacingly. They didn’t have knives, but sometimes a girl’s nails and words can be as sharp.
The girls merrily slapped her as she started to cry and one of them started pulling her hair. She tried defending herself but felt like it was all happening all over again. She did manage to throw a few punches in the air but she was just too weak. She started screaming as loud as she could and miraculously she was noticed. Just as this was happening, Jamie, sitting in his friend’s car passed casually though still confused by the earlier event. He was truly puzzled so he was distracted and occupied himself by observing his surroundings from his window as he saw a crowd of girls, one who he thought he could recognise quite well.
“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed at his friend Alex
“Why the fuck mate? If we stop we’ll gonna be late”
“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” he repeated and his friend was compelled to pull over.
“Mate, the game’s in fifteen minutes.”
“I don’t care, go, I’ll call you later”
His friend didn’t even hesitate. You don’t get to see a France – England rugby match live that often. At least he could call that blonde girl he fancied (Jenny) now to go watch the match...
Jamie, who usually had remarkable manners didn’t even bother with waving bye at that point. He ran for a few meters and rushed inside the transparent room.
“BECCA!” was all he needed to say to break up the riot. As soon as he did, the gang of girls just froze.
“Oh, Jamie, hey babe.” Said Jenny, the ex.
"Don’t touch me" said Jamie.
“And get your fucking hands off her too.” he said as the girls got rid of their clutch. “Rebecca, come here...”

Rebecca, quite shocked by the fact her saviour was the one she thought was also the cause of her sadness got up in less than a second. She picked up her bag and walked towards him with her swollen red eyes and now messy dark hair. Jamie made her go behind him and told her to wait for him outside, which she - surprisingly - did. He then closed the door from which he had gotten in and told the group of girls
“Never get anywhere near her again, did you hear me? You know what I’m capable of. I’m Smith, now fuck off.” He didn’t leave them the time to a react, instead he rushed outside knowing Rebecca was following him. He was too angry to look at her or talk to her. She must have sensed it despite his entrancing and charming scent because she didn’t try to either. Who to trust? Perhaps, who knows, this neighbourhood wasn’t that friendly... who knew? She certainly didn’t.

Clumsily, she types the words that ache her inner self, not the ones she exposes on the surface... no happiness, no joy, no endless laughs - gloom.

This is the sequel to that story I wrote back in june and before that...

Here, if you don't remember it: Chapter II

Can I advise something? If this isn't too long a read (or if it is put it on repeat, or something...) please play this music as background... :

Glasgow Love Theme

They walked down the street in which Jamie had spent all his childhood. You could see the frozen ground crack under their footsteps and there were kids playing in the neighbourhood. It was a quiet area of the city where flowers could bloom effortlessly because the environing vibes were positive. Though Jamie had never really noticed it, the whole neighbourhood really appreciated him. They had seen him being born and bred in that good old street and were used to his charming, charismatic face. He was a good guy too, Mrs. Johnston, a 72 year old lady who lived by herself couldn't even count - and not only because she had problems with her memory - the number of times he had proposed to help her with her vegetables and fruits or with the aforementioned beautiful flowers which also happened to bloom endlessly in her garden despite the fact she never took care of it. Whilst the elders appreciated him, the younger dwellers of High Street looked up to him. He regularly babysitted the kids of his closest neighbours, the Jacksons, and sometimes he even gave them maths lessons. He might have been the perfect young man if it wasn't for the reprehensible - or anyway, for these young girl's fathers - relationships he had had with some young ladies of his neighbourhood. A large portion of them went to the same school as him and he had made the stupid mistake to get involved with a few...at the same time. This had caused envy from the young males and jealousy amongst the girls.

Unfortunately, as he entered the corner café, one of these girls in question was there and oh, she was in company of her friend - also someone he had gotten involved with in the past but hopefully they didn't know it...yet. In which case they now would

Most young men's reaction would have been to look for the furthest table and drag Rebecca there, but Jamie's thoughtfulness made him go say hello to them instead.

"Hey, girls! How are you doing? Here, let me introduce you lot to someone..." he said

"Rebecca, this is Jenny and this is Amy." he said as he showed the blonde girl then the redhead. "We go to the same school" Rebecca smiled, embarrassed, and totally oblivious to the situation. However, she could sense the ambient jealousy emanating from the two girls.

"Oh, hey Becca" said one of them.

"Hey, yeah, I prefer Becca actually, sorry Jamie" said Rebecca with a large and genuine smile on her face. However, she was getting tired of this whole situation and didn't want to lose any more time. She had tried to make a decision as she was going to Jamie's house in the first place, but this had made her choose in 5 secondes what she hadn't managed to choose during a 3 hours bus journey paid with her savings. And yes, she had broken that piggy bank.

Once this decision was made, Rebecca managed to excuse herself by saying :

"Anyway, Jamie and me are off, we'll see you in school, right." and then pulled Jamie to a table far from the two magpies who were now giving her the evil glare - not that she cared, she had no time for bitching.

"Wow" said Jamie, "Thank you so much for pulling me out of this. You saved my life, but anyway, what's this about seeing them in school, do you live here? I've never seen you before..."

Jamie's questions were natural and honest, but Rebecca ignored them and used one of the best arguments that a woman can use with men (not this one... the other one).

"So, Jamie, what's their best thing here? How about those cupcakes you mentioned earlier? Any good?" Jamie started to talk and said "Oh, but I thought you didn't like having te-" but Rebecca cut him halfway through his speech.

"Yeaaaah... fine, I think I'll have cinnamon tea and a cupcake. No, two. No comment, I'm off my diet today."

At the mention of the word "diet" Jamie chuckled. Not because Rebecca was a little chubby, no, but because he had realised that he didn't like the Kate Moss' and other Agyness Deyn's. No, he was more of a Beyoncés and Marilyn Monroes man. Anyway, what had really amused him was the obviously ironic tone in Rebecca's tone which he completely agreed with.

Though he himself had a perfectly fit body with just enough of everything where it's necessary, he hated holding girls which felt like they would break any second, girls that felt like little girls. Rebecca might not had known it yet, but she was his type really, and he also would find it out soon, but too late...

"So, Becca... get started, tell me more about yourself then... how did you end up here?"

Unfortunately, Becca was still looking at her Menu, or pretending to, and this had completely struck her at the unexpected instant, she didn't know what to say.

"Well...I lived in er... Swansea for 5 years, then 2 in Salisbury, 4 in Brighton and then 5 more years in Surrey. Then, not too long ago, my mum was offered a job here, so here I am..."

As she finished her sentence the barmaid came to take their orders. The service was really quick so their teas and cupcakes were on their table two minutes after having ordered them and between the order and the supply there had been some sort of survey being asked. How many times have you been here and other common survey questions came up, which was just fine for Rebecca, maybe it'll get him his interrogatory off his mind... But she was wrong.

"And, if I may ask, how are you liking it so far?" once again, she didn't know what to say.

She didn't come from Surrey, and it was the first time in her life she had ever been to London. Before her eighteenth birthday, which was today, she had never really ever done anything she really wanted, but today was her time to shine and to discover what she had wanted to know for so long. Was it really him?

"Well, it's lovely of course. It's the metropole, isn't it... even though Surrey is almost London, this is bigger than anywhere I've ever lived"

"Missing the other places yet, your best friends maybe?" asked Jamie curiously. Unfortunately, at the mention of her friends her heart throbbed fastly and ached.

"Well, I'll get over it right? I'm sure you'll help me, even though I've already made myself two enemies" she said, smiling. He smiled back and slurped his drink.

They stayed there for about two hours talking about matters and others, about their tastes, what they had in common and their differences. Jamie told her about his love for Blues and Jazz and how he thinks it reflects his own feelings sometimes, and she told him about how she can get emotional by listening to Beethoven. As the minutes passed she realised she started liking him more and more. At the moment that she noticed this she just stood up, without a warning.

"Listen, Jamie, thank you, really, I'm very very glad to have met you but I should... really... just, go." said Rebecca, feeling nauseous "Here... I'll give you 5£, you can keep the change. Really, it was nice meeting you but I'd better go"

"Wait, why, no!" was all Jamie could utter amidst all this confusion

"Won't you at least give me your number?" he asked in a desperate tone

"Give me yours" she said as she took her mobile out, even though she knew she probably shouldn't have. As he gave her his digits she said "Thank you, really. I'll... Goodbye" she then kissed his cheek in a hurry, leaving a red mark on it, waved, and left rushing. As she walked she could smell his Axe Africa on her skin. It was ingrained in there now, for a good while.

He had also stood up in the process and was just standing there watching her run away. The two magpies were laughing and sneering behind him and all he could think of was Rebecca Tate. Yes, for the following year of his life, all he would think of was Rebecca Tate.

To be continued....

I'm desperate. Which colour do I set as background or whatever it's called? How does this works? How do *I* work? Confused.

So, what's the big idea? I'm struggling to understand how to choose an image to use as mosaic to have a decent blog, plus it's setting its own width without my consent which is slightly annoying me, but nevermind the pinprick, 'cus there are bigger ones. Pricks, that is.

Firstly, university. Ah. Yes... it might sound like I've got everything under control, but that's far from reality.

The more days pass, the more gullible I feel. "Do you really think this will work out, you idiot?!" Is what I have in mind these days. Especially when you see stuff like "1000 apply worldwide, but only 25 places are available" which basically means -from my very thin knowledge of maths- that I have 1/40th of a chance to get in.

Then again, knowing how shit I am at Maths and how we've only just started Probabilities last week, I might well be wrong, right? Whatever. The chances are thin is what you must keep in mind. The worst part is when you read about these people who've been PUBLISHED or have done summer courses and such things. Seriously, the only thing I've had published are the articles I write myself on my blogs. And I publish them by pushing a button that says "PUBLISH" - myself. And that's far from being relevant, because when I do write it's about irrelevant stuff.

E.g.: This article.

Also, to secure a place, I need to send a copy of a literary work I have written. 10 pages minimum, 16 maximum, 2 pages long commentary on it.

Alright, then. Dead easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy! No, but seriously. The thing I've posted over here might be interesting, but it isn't too academic. I'll try and keep it up though, just for the sake of learning how to write properly; I'm that selfish and self-centred.

Speaking of fish, am I the only one noticing the sea-based theme of them monkey boys on their new album? Oh, really?

"Yours is the only ocean...that I want to swing from"

Crying Lightning video (please don't mention the hair again)

Er... I've ran out of arguments but I had a few more up there (up there being in my head, if anything)

Other sea-related fact; my room looks like it has suffered a Tsunami. And it sort of has, in the past few month. I'm a relatively lucky survivor... I have a big window and can waste my time away watching bees, and trees*, and wishing of empty seas. Ok no, it's not here I need to get all poetic... point is, my room is messier than my head, and that's no pretty sight. If this were a cartoon - my life that is, but it's more like a circus than a cartoon if anything - , I'd have steam coming out from my ears quite often. Just picture that, steamy Marianne. Fact I'll bring that idea to life in a sec.

And further prick; Entertainment. Can I have a bit of it please? Preferably something positive... the only Entertainment I seem to be getting now is from people who propose stuff when really they don't want to do them. If you don't want to do not say FROM YOUR OWN WILL that you will. The easiest way would be to ignore someone utterly. Which you're kind of doing, but sort of not. Here, just screen me and it'll be sorted. Like, erase me, block me, insult me, get it over with. Seriously, I'd rather have you act like a dickwad so that I can comfort myself saying "pff, he was a dick anyway, his loss" than "oh, but maybe he has an excuse". Your excuse is you're socially and emotionally retarded, that's it. But being a dick from scratch would have made it easier. Mind you, I find you a mind-wrecking bastardly fury titcaked dickwad anyway now, so it's all good.

Errr, anyway. I've managed to make a 1000 lines article out of 2 months of nothingness. I guess that's what writing is about. Seriously, what was Rabelais' point with Gargantua? 54 chapters from womb to tomb? I'll have an autobiographic go at that. Once it's honed, I'll send it to the unis and try to make them publish me, and will win the Nobel Prize *cough, yeah right*

Anyway, I should probably buzz off, in case I doze off, which is what's happening at the moment. You know that moment when you're reading a book in class or something, and you enter a semi-lethargic state, and feel your heart slow down, and your breath very closely, and get all dizzy and start squinting and struggling as you try to keep up with the page/paragraph/line/word? You know when the teacher asks you to take over the reading right this second? This is what's happening. And I know you're so lovely you wouldn't want to spoil this access to pure Nirvana for me. So ZzZ I go. This is just the beginning dears. It is. And the end, has no end.

<3

In return to you allowing me to sleep, I'll spoil you with a few amazing live performances I've been enjoying to bits these days. iPod is overworked, methinks. This should make up for those of you who didn't attend Pukkelpop... It was trick or treat last week! So here are the visual kudos.

And a last one I had forgotten due to my trance at PeePee. PLEASE LISTEN... it's a nice surprise.

*that's bullshit, bees are hibernating now - right?

PS: any annoyance for me to acknowledge?

Oops, I did it again.

Long time no write.

But if there's one thing I've found out in 2009 it's that Thom Yorke is THE CURE. Not the band, no, but a sonic medication. If you're down, he'll get it up. Er, you, I meant, not it... Or actually, if you're down, just have a go at No Surprises, or how to make a depressing song sound jovial.

Otherwise, if you just want to hear something hazy, and not really know what he means, just have a go at his The Eraser album - masterpiece. My favourites (according the iTunes, anyway) are Atoms for Peace, Black Swan, and the Eraser.

Of course, I'm aware this isn't new, in fact it's far from being new, but now being the beginning of Autumn, I guess some of us are feeling quite sad or depressed, so here. Just like Spring means the flourishing of flowers and couples, Autumn and Winter mean death. Sad, but true. Who the fuck ever tells you "Oh, I"m so looking forward to Winter, and breaking my ankle sliding on the frozen floor on my way to school, and not being able to go back home" (true, autobiographic story). This also means having to help your niece take her tongue off frozen poles and so on, and so forth. So no, I'm not really looking forward to the next few months.

Anyway, some (or maybe not) might be wondering what I've been up to since my last blog, well... I wanted to do a proper full Pukkelpop review, but since two months have passed now, I'm feeling this sort of cantbearsed-ness, thus won't. If you really want to know, you'll find a way to find out... Right?

Anyway, since I've nothing relevant to say, I'll just paste a few songs I've been into these days.

#1: The Giantess - Bombay Bicycle Club

#2: 11th Dimension - Julian Casanblancas

#3: Deadbeat Summer - Neon Indian

#4: Relentless Fours - Grammatics

#5: The Lovers - Arctic Monkeys

Straight away, you'll realise all these songs don't have any connections whatsoever, but still, they're brilliant, methinks. Just ignore the silly fanvids for the last two, though.

But yes, if you've any suggestion, go ahead! Novelty is good...

There's also this mysterious -though good nevertheless - song I've heard yesterday for the first time but have had for a few years, strangely... Gissa listen!

Blackjack Illywhack

Anyway, as you should, but mightn't know... I'm no big fan of Beyoncé, but this makes me change my mind on the coolness of her zikmu.