JUSTIN BIEBER-BEAUTY AND A BEAT

Okay, I have a confession to make.

I like Justin Bieber.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was a ‘Belieber’. But I do like him.

There, I said it. And now we can move on and look at ‘Beauty and a Beat’-his latest music video.....

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Real Life In Fiction

She sat next to the window with her small caramel lattè and opened her novel to part three of ‘Anna Karenina’. To many, the act of being able to relax in a coffee house was nothing to relish. But to her, small things like this meant everything.

Four years ago she would have walked past the warmth of a coffee house with red rings around her eyes, too spaced-out and broke to even think of entering. And besides, what was coffee in comparison to cocaine? Nothing.

But four years on, she was clean, had been for ages, and the small coffee in front of her was just enough, tasted better and didn’t leave her wanting to die from the comedown every morning. Coffee didn’t make her stay up late, force her eyes into sunken hollows, and prevent her from enjoying the smaller things in life; things that others often take for granted.

No, this was the life she had craved for so long. She breathed in roasted coffee beans and fresh, clean air, and smiled.

Real Life In Fiction

She walked quickly and with purpose; her heels pounding on the concrete floor and ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ filling her ears. To passers-by she looked disgustingly arrogant; her eyes focused dead ahead, ignoring the faces of those who looked quizzically into hers. She walked like she owned the world, even though she often felt like she was drowning in it.

Pushing past people without apology she didn’t make many friends on the way to her appointment. It began to drizzle and she pulled her hood up over her head. Now she looked threatening. Her friends had always said all her walk needed was a knife in her hand and she’d look like she wanted to murder whoever was in her line of sight. She smiled at the thought, and at the look two older women gave her as they passed. The disdain she managed to draw from strangers amused her.  

But she was finally there and the person who waited, the person who knew her inside out, smiled, knowing the woman behind the walk.