Are you somebody's kryptonite?

 

 

I needed more than just a kiss goodnight
Had to go get something out my system I
ignored the warnings, bit the fruit
She might have tasted good
But man she was my kryptonite

Shoulda known she was trouble from the start
I, knew she'd broken hearts I,
thought I'd take that chance
Danced with the she devil in the pale moonlight
Alarm bells rang, but I loved the drama
In a dark place but I loved the karma sutra
Shoulda closed that door
But I kept going back for more

She's electric, she's the current running through my veins
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
Now I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I Should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here but she won't go quietly

I needed more than just a cheap thrill ride
See I needed something that ran deep inside
Ignored the warnings, bit the fruit
She might have tasted good
But man she was my kryptonite

Shoulda known it wouldn't last for a year I,
knew it'd all end it tears I,
cracked, she was mind addictive, never felt scripted
Upredicatable, tied up, but no strings attatched
Left scratch marks on my back
Her cold eyes got me excited and I can't hide the truth

She's electric, she's the colour running through my veins
(I just can't kick the habit x2)
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
(I just can't kick the habit)
Now I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly

Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case, another case, another case
another case, another case ..

She's electric, she's the colour running through my veins
(I just can't kick the habit x2)
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
(I just can't kick the habit)
Now I, should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly

Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die

 

The Wikipidia explanation of Kryptonite is as follows:

Kryptonite is a material from the Superman mythos —the ore form of a radioactive element from Superman's home planet of Krypton. It is famous for being the ultimate physical weakness of Superman, and the word kryptonite has since become synonymous with an Achilles' heel —the one weakness of an otherwise invulnerable hero

Highs and lows. Ups and downs. Cold and hot

Well this past week or so has turned up some rather interesting views and also some more interesting facts i have learned about myself.
The lows this past week have included the following:
Newspapers:
You may think i am referring to the News of the world phone hacking. Yes, i agree this is utterly disgusting and the quicker this is sorted out the better, for everyone involved now and for everyone it could potentially affect in the future!!
However, closer to home and closer to my heart would have to be my local newspaper - The Press.
Until now i was proud to say i worked at this paper. I enjoyed my time there, the people i worked with and more importantly the job i did and the clients i had. I thought, when i worked there i wouldn't mind becoming a journalist. Not anymore.
My friend was recently up on three counts of rape. A serious charge and actual rapists deserve everything they get.
The Press covered his case, printing his name and his address, along with some utter rubbish that had either been written down wrong by the reporter or had just made up - either way, it should not have been printed.
The first day they published this it was splashed all over the front page and also inside the paper. The days following this it was at least a half page spread inside and it was billed outside outlets. They portraid him as the guilty one, completely tarnishing his good name and making this whole ordeal far worse than what it had to be, not just for him but also upsetting for his friends and family.
When you know someone, their friends and their family you have a pretty good idea as to what they are capable of - he is most definitely not capable of this. He is polite, honest and caring. Currently he is volunteering in a bid to help him become a teacher of special needs children. Something which takes compassion and a hell of a lot of patience.
So this stupid girl decides after conducting some sexual behaviour on a night out that she regrets doing what she did (her boyfriend quite possibly wouldn't be overly chuffed either) Well i can only assume regret was the reasoning behind what she did and that was to cry rape. Unfortunately my friend was on the receiving end.
Now if it wasn't for him, chances are this would have been thrown out before it even got to court. Why. Because she had a story and a memory that had so many holes in, a worm would have been pleased to weave in and out of it! Could this be because she couldn't remember her initial story and didn't want to be caught out? Hmmmm. My friend however remembered EVERYTHING!!
After a lengthy court trial, the jury broke to decide his fate. The following two hours were quite possibly the worst two hours of his, his friends and his families life. Was he about to be sent to prison for crimes he didn't commit because an over-enthusiastic drama student got frisky. Or would the jury see through her pathetic crocodile tears and see what an outstanding young man with so much potential he was?
Two hours, that is all it took for the decision to be made!
Now, this whole affair made me realise. Firstly i could not be in law, especially a barrister. I get pretty hyped up and rather passionate about something i truly believe in and a number of times wanted to scream and shout at a number of people. Something which sometimes you just cant do and you have to have some decorum about you. (Don't worry, i kept my decorum) I may not be able to say the same if i were to ever come across her in the street. I would have a few choice words to say, which cannot be repeated, which ladies shouldn't even know and which my Grandparents would be utterly horrified at me knowing. You know what though - she deserves it.
She lied. She made his name mud. She got off Scott free. Yep, because someone, somewhere decided that in these cases the defendant's name could be splashed about like a freakin dulux ad yet her name kept totally clean.
I believe that until the verdict both names should be kept out of the media. When the verdict is passed then if it is a guilty verdict, then print the guilty persons name. If it is not guilty then the prosecutions name should be printed. Why oh why should someone accusing that person get off Scott free??
So on Tuesday, i sat on tender hooks with my Blackberry stuck to me like a third arm, awaiting the verdict. On Wednesday i waltzed into my local Press outlet, seeing the billboard outside pleased me. I walked up to the stand and there in front of me, on the front page was some story about a boy who could have caused an accident with his planking! To the left was a small nib about said rape case, directing you to PAGE 5, where there was a quarter page story!
Earlier on in the week there had been a story about my local milkman who was retiring after 41 years of service, on PAGE 3!!!
So let me get this summed up for you:
Tuesday - Front page - BIG headline. Innocent man's name tarnished.
Wednesday - Saturday - Half a page spread about what "apparently" occurred to this poor defenseless young 18 year old!
Wednesday - Small nib and quarter page!
Now i have spoken to him and he is happy with this. Then again he would be - he is so upbeat, chilled out and in general a nice guy, you wouldn't expect anything less!
Friends: Another low and again with regards to the above situation.
I know from him that during this time he has found out the hard way who his friends are and who he could really do without in his life!!
A friend cull by the worst possible way!!
I too have been in a situation (not half as bad may i add) where i have had to have a real life friend cull. It is truly devastating, heart wrenching and not something i wish anyone to go through.
Friends are the non-biological family you have in your life. They should be as important to you as you are to you!!
Never forget that.

Birds: I love birds, they are gorgeous, graceful tuneful creatures and come in so many shapes, sizes, colours and breeds that everyone must love at least one type!
Yet in the past few weeks i have had to bury in my garden three Blackbirds - this makes me sad.
The first i believe was poorly, it was a baby, not many feathers and i saw Mummy bird, carrying it out of the nest and then drop it. So i was unsure as to weather it was dead prior to it meeting the floor, or if the fall killed it. Either way, i believe it was probably for the best.
The second was found outside my front door. I was about to go jogging with a friend who had come round 10 minutes prior and she assured me it wasn't there then. So that was moved and buried next to the first.
Then there was baby bird who couldn't get onto the garage roof to fly off, so i helped it. It kept coming back to my back door and i fed it. I don't know what happened but i found it at the bottom of my garden, dead. He too is now with the other two and my dead fat fish in the garden.
This makes me sad and yet a part of me also thinks there is weird and not so wonderful sign out there!!

My watch: I love watches. That statement is enough in itself.
I don't have as many as i would like and even less now. So they say things come in 3's.... Four weeks ago i lost my beautiful, handmade pearl bracelet that my friend Angi made me. I have mentioned her on here before. I was devastated. I hated telling her as i felt awful. Three weeks ago i lost my Tiffany locket that was attached to my Tiffany bracelet.
Then my watch vanished - from my fruit bowl none the less.
Now i spent two weeks looking everywhere. On the floor, in cupboards, under the fridge and even in the oven. Nothing. I thought it was gone. My Granddad bought me it - it was irreplaceable. I was devastated!!

So now comes the highs...
This wont be as long winded - each sentence speaks enough volumes without explanation!

Justice was done and my friend was found NOT GUILTY
His true friends were just as over the moon as he was (The others can feel horrid about themselves!!)
The News of the World ended - there's hope that The Press will also!
I found my watch!

So what do the next few weeks have in store for me - Here's hoping its less drama and lots of smiles!!
xoxo

Aware but sometimetimes not awake!!

When i put the word "aware" into my thesaurus it spat the following words back at me:

Conscious, alert, attentive, awake, responsive, sentient, interested, perceptive.

As i go through life i am finding out more and more about myself. A lot of these things would have been helpful to know when i was younger and i feel i would have had more direction, had i have known.

Being very aware and perceptive is one of these things and i

Then i started to think, am i aware? I know half the time i feel asleep, definitely not awake. Or am i in fact just curious?So i put the word "curious" into my thesaurus it spat the following words back at me:
Inquisitive, interested, enquiring, questioning, probing, nosy, prying and snooping.
Hmmm, definitely inquisitive and questioning and on seeing a link on my Vanity Fair email quite possibly nosy:
Photos: The 2011 Vanity Fair Oscar Party: vanityfair.com
As i flicked through the fabulous photos of all the famous people, some beautiful and some aged. I realised i loved the photos that weren't posed for, the ones that they didn't know had been taken. In them there was more of a story and more character to the person. It lead me to start wondering what they were thinking, talking about and laughing at. Yet whilst thinking about all of this, my eyes were flicking around the picture, looking at the people in the background and what was going on around them.
I have a rule when taking my own photos, mainly in places of interest, and that is, always turn around after you have shot your subject, you never know what delights are behind you. From following this rule i have seen and captured so many beautiful sights i would have missed otherwise.
So i conclude with, i may be aware, i may be perceptive, sometimes I'm awake, sometimes i am nosy, but overall i am 100% totally and utterly, without rhyme or reason, curious. have often thought this, usually whilst driving and spotting magpies, not two of them but just the one, which in the rhyme is for sorrow, this i feel is not good! When i spy him i do the mandatory salute and the line "Hello Mr Magpie, hows your wife and kids" Then i think to myself, god damn being so aware. If i wasn't looking around so much i wouldn't have seen this bird, which could consequently bring me bad luck today.

Indecisive?

I cant decide if i am extremely indecisive or i just like a multitude of different things.

A perfect example is my daughter's name.
I don't not like it anymore, but i don't love it either. I wish i had of called her something else and the worse thing is, she also wishes i had too. I think the reason behind calling her something i didn't love was everyone else and the pressure. We (her dad and I) named her straight away and i think that's where we went wrong. We should have waited and seen the type of person she was first, but no, we rushed into it.

I am the same with my book.
As i am re reading it to edit it i am finding i want to change bits, not that i am not happy with it so far but i have read it so many times already i think i am bored...
I have also come up with three different endings. Two of which are a definate end and the third leaves a follow on book availible. Which is risky - because what if the first doesn't get published or it totally bombs... Again, Indecisive!!

Maybe i just get bored very easily. Now this is a bad thing and to be honest, now i am thinking about it, that ties up with a lot of things surrounding my life.
Relationships
Jobs
Cars
General day to day stuff

However, when something is really great and interesting that i can get my teeth fully into it, i am all over it. I love it, i give it my everything.
Wow, all of this thinking about me as a person is really confusing me... I should go eat lunch and zone out to some daytime TV!!

Warm rain!

Not sunshine on a rainy day - Rain on a sunshine day!
After it has been hot and sunny, when the ground is dry and the air goes from being heavy and sticky to light, fresh and crisp. It can smell a little foisty but has under-tones of cut grass.
Once there has been a good down pour, the sun creeps out again and you can see the pavements steaming as everything starts to dry out again.
Reminds me of being a little girl, in the summer holidays when for six weeks solid you had sunshine and blue skies every day, then on the odd day a small down pour would occur. 



Rain on a sunshine day



Sometimes on an evening the clouds would gather angrily, darkening the heavy sky and you would see a flash of thunder, followed by a clap of thunder and then the heavens would open. You would run indoors as quickly as possible because this type of storm was cold and you didn't want to be struck down by lightening in your shorts and vest!!





Thunderstorms - Angry clouds"

Cleverly put together words = Quotes

One thing that really gets my mind ticking and sometimes even clear it are "Quotes"

http://www.thinkexist.com/ is possibly one of the best sites i have found, whether you want to type in the subject of a quote or if you know the author of the quote. They have everything. Even lines from songs. You can submit your favourite quotes and my favourite part, you get to create your own virtual book. Here you can create chapters and add quotes that you come across to the relevant chapters in your book.

Sometimes if i have posted on here, stalked a few friends on Facebook, seen what's going on with the famous people on Twitter, i will go on here and find a quote that mirrors how i am feeling that day. This will then become my Facebook status update.

My favourite's usually come from E.E Cummings, Lewis Caroll and Dr Suess. Winnie the Pooh can even say some very amusing things also!!

Take a look yourself and create your own book, see how they make you feel.... Warm, giggly, subdued, angry? Let me know.

Twisted fairytale

If you have read my first post "My first time" you will have read that i am writing (or trying to write) my first novel. It will be a chic-lit, its what i know best and they say to write about what you know. I figured out (possibly later than i should have) that all those fairytales you are read at a young age aren't necessarily true. So, i am trying to make my novel a twisted real life fairytale. I completely believe that there is someone for everyone, that sometimes there may be even two people. I believe that love is a beautiful yet sometimes painful part of everyones life and no matter what you choose to do, avoid it like the plague or throw yourself into it head first you should treat it like a roller coaster - it will stop when it needs to and its up to you if you choose to get off or stay on, you may laugh, cry, scream or be in complete shock but embrace it and learn from it. Love can be very different and 9 times out of 10 it wont be the same but you can guarantee that the same emotions will be stirred inside of you.
I have also found that my best writing is done at night, i write very differently during the day. I don't know if this is normal as i have never met anyone else who has attempted to write a book.
I am guessing its different for everyone.
Recently i have been panicking about how i should end it. I know how i would like it to end but i don't think its going too. Instead i have come up with a cunning plan of an alternative ending that can, if i choose, lead onto another book!!
Luckily for me my dear friend has an English degree and is soooo very kindly reading and tweaking what i am writing before i send it off to be scrutinised by the big bad wolves of the novel world!!
So keep your eyes, ears and always your hearts open, you never know when there maybe Butterflies.....