Life of Ryan
Nightclub threesomes, street brawls, drink driving... He was the boy-band pin-up with a wild streak. Now, after four years with Blue, Lee Ryan is hotly tipped as the next Robbie Williams. Here, he talks to Craig McLean about dyslexia, Native Americans and finally going solo.

Sunday July 3, 2005

Observer

And when I woke up in the morning, she was gone - but I found all these stab marks through my painting.' Lee Ryan lifts his smudgy red rendering of a woman's face from the wall near his front door. Held up to the light, narrow slits are visible all over the canvas.
The girl had given advance notice of her mental imbalance when he picked her up the night before. 'She told me that if she slept with me she'd have to kill me.' Ryan had considered this for a minute, then made his decision. 'I thought, "Fuck it!"' He might as well go for it and take the risk. Ryan grins at the memory.

There's art all over the narrow hallway of the flat belonging to the blond-highlighted one out of boy band Blue. A painting of a Buddhist monk in a scarlet cloak which he finds 'very peaceful'. A Sioux Indian prayer entitled 'O Great Spirit', given to him by Blue bandmate Duncan James. 'He's very spiritual, too.' Chinese symbols meaning peace, tranquillity and honour. It gets him thinking about religion. He muses on 'the Egyptian thing - I swear it's to do with aliens and shit, and that's where we come from. That makes more sense than Adam pulling out his rib and making woman. Any bloke who did that would rather stick the rib on the barbecue.'

The 22-year-old boy from the south London suburbs has done good out of the pop lark, buying this £1.35m Thames-side pad two years ago. His hairdresser mum, who raised Ryan and his sister as a single parent and to whom he's extraordinarily close, advised him to buy it as an investment.

Presumably his boy-band day job has kept him busy, because he's still making the place his own. He started drawing cherubim and seraphim in one corner, and intends covering the whole wall with a heavenly scene in pastels, like some Plumstead Da Vinci. (They're pretty good drawings, art being the only thing dyslexic Ryan didn't struggle with at school.)

On the opposite wall there's a Kewpie-Doll caricature of one of his girlfriends, who stropped out of his life; one drunken argument resulted in him calling the police. She has scrawled on the walls, too. 'You may love to draw, but your drawings will never love you.' Ouch.

'Now I'm just hoping she won't sell her story,' Ryan says absent-mindedly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Which, if you're Lee Ryan, it is. In the four years since Blue burst into the charts with 'All Rise', they've become the most entertaining boy band in Britain - in ways good and bad. And much of that - the good and the bad - is down to Ryan. He's the youngest and cutest, and has the best voice. It was concerns about nodules on his vocal cords that postponed Blue's current Best Of tour from February until now.

But he's also the loudest and most contrary, given to boozy club-hopping, photographer-baiting and, well, shagging. Countless kiss-and-tells by former lovers have seen him accused of having a 'tiddler', of having had a Brazilian (pubic trim) to make said tiddler look bigger, of having fathered a love child, of being a text-message stalker, of being a seven-times-a-night dynamo. Ryan can - ta-da - All Rise till dawn, it seems.

Did his mum mind seeing her beloved son being reported as a lad-about-town who couldn't keep his trousers on? 'She thought it was funny. Why shouldn't she? She used to say to me, "At least I know you're not gay!" Not that it'd ever have mattered if I was gay, she was just mucking about. My mum's got a great open mind, very spiritual, very loving. As all mums are. Well, some.'

Ryan went out with one of Atomic Kitten for a while, before being dumped after reportedly cheating on her with a lap dancer. He had a threesome in a public room at London nightspot China White, was caught on CCTV on a pool table potting a fan, and got up to some sleaziness in a bog in Cannes. He's been done for drink-driving in his Porsche 911, and for smashing two paparazzi's cameras.

Most infamously of all, he was the one who, when asked by the Sun about the 11 September attacks on New York - which Blue witnessed first-hand - said that we should be more concerned with the plight of elephants and whales. Little wonder that the tabloids, while simultaneously glorying in his goonish excesses, also dubbed him The Clown Prince of Pop and Plonker of the Year.

And now, in summer 2005, Ryan finds himself alone. The official line is that Blue are taking a break. But really, it's all over for Ryan, Duncan James, Simon Webbe and Antony Costa. Ryan decided last year that he'd had enough. 'It's run its course. I couldn't do another album with them. I've got too many ideas for my album. The second album is half done. I'm already thinking about my third album.'

Now Ryan has no bandmates to back him up, or drown him out. Now it's the obligatory solo career, and the courting of a new, older audience. Having broken with Blue's label and signed a contract with a new one (run by Blue's original A&R man), Ryan is first out of the traps with his single 'Army of Lovers'.

And so a nation waits. Is Lee Ryan the new Robbie Williams, a genuine talent hidden in the body of an easily tempted buffoon? Are his high-profile cheerleaders Elton John and Dolce & Gabbana on to something; is he a new kind of superstar? Or will he become another Andrew Ridgely, and fade into pop obscurity?

It's Saturday afternoon in the eighth-floor bachelor pad with its stunning view of the Thames. Ryan is proud of his interior design choices and is giving me the tour.

Having viewed all the art in the hallway, we nose round the little studio he's installed in the spare room. Cost: £60,000, purchased with the first cheque he received as a member of the band. On the walls: discs marking 2.5m sales of 'One Love' in a variety of Far East and Middle East countries; a medal from Top of the Pops, presumably for valour in the pop trenches or somesuch; a plaque commemorating 40,000 Dutch and Swiss sales of Blue's number-one collaboration with Elton, 'Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word'.

Into the light-filled, open-plan kitchen and living room, with its huge, rotating Bang & Olufsen plasma-screen telly, futurist-looking CD-playing tower (loaded up with Jay Z and Boyz II Men), and its piano. Propped on the baby grand's music stand is a copy of Piano for Dummies. Ryan has taught himself piano, and guitar. 'I'm not flipping Mozart, but I'm getting there!' he says in his cheery cockney rasp.

He bought the piano on impulse. He does a lot of things on impulse, Ryan does. Something to do with his dyslexia, he reckons. This condition probably also accounts for the enthusiastic but garbled, syntax-flouting way in which Ryan speaks.

'Daniel Bedingfield thinks I've got ADD [Attention Deficit Disorder],' Ryan expands. The hyperactive Bedingfield is a sufferer himself. 'I've got a lot of nervous energy. I can't sit still for two minutes. And my attention span is shit.'

I sit on his L-shaped chocolate-brown leather sofa - 'it gets a bit sticky in summer or when you're, you know ...' - and listen as Ryan plays some of the songs he's recorded for his first solo album. They boom out of the CD player's huge speakers. 'Turn Your Car Around', an acoustic guitar-flecked anthem, is a huge hit in the making. 'When I Think of You' is blue-eyed soul of the type done (rather more anaemically) by Wet Wet Wet (one of their albums sits on a sideboard). 'Army of Lovers', which gives full rein to his rich, lachrymose voice, will surely give him a number one. 'Real Love' is pneumatic funk that will cause a commotion in many a club.

Ryan hasn't written any of these songs, but he has had a hand in others on his debut album, and is busy stockpiling others for the busy career he has all mapped out. There's the one with the working title of 'Indian Song'. It goes: He was a warrior/to his family he was the provider/the land he owned was his home/made from all the earth he would roam.

Ryan, who's always been into Native Americans, is particularly proud of this one. He's going to get a 'real American Indian' to do the chanty bits. In the bedroom studio he played another of his compositions, 'Like You Do', a ballad he wrote one night while tanked up on vodka. 'I'm thinking of giving it to Westlife.'

We might assume the 'talents' of a member of a boy band were something along the lines of, say, being able to dance and wear hair gel simultaneously. But boy, can Ryan sing. This is immediately apparent because, perched on the piano stool, he's wailing - beautifully - along to his new songs. Powerful, rich and able to flutter round the higher register at will, his voice sounds like that of Michael McDonald. 'Oh!' he says, babysmooth face lighting up at the mention of the Doobie Brothers vocalist. 'He's one of my idols. I'd do him on Stars in Their Eyes, no question.'

He talks about the 'soulful vibe' of his album, which was partly recorded in New York and LA. 'I'm a bit of a balladeer,' he says of his own compositions. 'There's more time to put emotion into a slow song.'

One thing he's been working on is 'Time Flies', a six-minute song pencilled in for his second album. He plans to append it to another, nine-minute song called 'Son of God'. 'The whole song is about Jesus's life,' he says. And he's already spent £18,000 on a 20-piece orchestra for 'Time Flies'. 'That's where my money went!' he laughs. 'That's why I'm in debt with the taxman, hah hah hah. I don't give a shit - the record company wouldn't pay for it.' Not for a song about Jesus? 'Well, they wouldn't do it no matter what. A couple of grand for some strings, they'd probably fork out for that. But £18,000 on one song! It was great! I loved every second.'

Ryan doesn't really believe in God; he's too into the nature-based wisdom of Native Americans and other spiritual belief systems; his reading on life on other planets, too, makes him sceptical about the story of creation. But he certainly believes in himself. Take this short conversation about 9/11, in which consideration should be given to dyslexic Ryan's leaps of logic: 'Blue were successful straightaway. Our first single sold 200,000. You don't do that no more. Now the most you're selling is 50,000. We were a mature group with a mature sound. It wasn't a cheesy group. We had great songs, soulful and quite classic and timeless... [But our success] didn't really help me. I remember at one point I started crying, especially with the whole 11 September thing and all that. The pressure of that, being misquoted. I didn't know what the fuck I was saying. I was just angry because it was something I didn't understand but I actually saw happen. I was only 18.

'What I was saying was totally... I wouldn't say it was right, but it had, eh... what's the word I'm looking for...? It had a truth about it. It had an honesty. I think a lot of people didn't really say what they thought.' What were you trying to say? A suck of the teeth. 'You know, now, I was like, I'd say...' A pause. 'I wanna leave it. I write a lot of messages in my songs. I think that's the best way to do it. I've learned that. Like, my song 'Stand Up As People': When are we gonna stand up as people/and realise as people we're all equal/we don't want no world war sequel/for the love of God think of the people. That's what I'd say now.'

Lee Ryan was a very angry child, 'offering teachers out and stuff, kicking over my desk, walking out of the class'. His dyslexia went undiagnosed for a long time, so teachers gave him a terrible time, thinking he was a thicko troublemaker. He was a good singer and actor, but he was ejected from three performing arts schools, including Sylvia Young and Italia Conti. Aged 15, he left school to work in roofing.

'I got really fucked up on drugs,' he says. 'Didn't give a fuck about singing. Pills, speed, everything you could think of except crack and heroin. And I just got lost.'

However, his singing skills and good looks got him on the pop-band audition circuit. He cleaned up his act and joined Blue not long after his 17th birthday. But not before he'd experienced the sharp end of life on the streets. Aged 15, he wrote a script called Changes, which he describes as a 'harder' version of recent drama Bullet Boy.

A long-time film buff, and having undertaken a six-week film-making course in New York last summer (he got an 'A' qualification, his first one ever), he intends to direct Changes sometime in the next year. It documents his mid-teenage years on a tough estate in south London. One scene deals with the time he saw a bloke shoot his daughter on her birthday, then blow his own brains out. He is sanguine about this awful event.

How did it affect him? 'Erm, it affected me. It definitely affected me. Then again, after that, there ain't much I ain't seen and been through as well.' Ryan describes suffering from 'night terrors', some sort of waking nightmare-cum-panic attacks. Might they be something to do with that?

'Mmm... maybe. I've been through worse than that as well. Stuff I just don't wanna talk about.' Worse than seeing a bloke shoot his daughter and himself? 'Mmm. Personal stuff, seeing shit. I've had blokes come up to me saying, "I'm gonna stab you right now." And they've got a knife in their hand. I know round my way there's people saying next time they see me, they're gonna stab me. I know that, when they see me, they will stab me.'

Is this ongoing? 'Oh yeah, there's a couple of people round my way [in Eltham and Plumstead] wanna stab me.' Just because you're famous? 'Nah, 'cause I beat their uncle up! Well, he did smack my auntie.' It was his mum's birthday party. 'I was getting hold of some bird in the other room.' He came out and saw his auntie on the floor, nursing her face. The bloke who did it was a big lad. But Ryan had just been on tour; when he comes back after a gruelling concert trek, he's bulked-up and fit. 'He had fuck kicked out of him,' says Ryan. 'That weren't that long ago either.'

Eight days after our home visit with Ryan, Blue are performing in Lucca, northern Italy. The pretty, walled town has given over its central Piazza Napoleone to a big stage, 13,000 screaming young girls and the family of famous baldy referee Pierluigi Collina (a big fan, apparently). Blue have only belatedly become huge in Italy, partly the result of their having done an Italian version of 'Breathe Easy', a song co-written by Ryan. In the modern, international-sales-maximising way, Ryan's debut solo single will also be recorded in Italian. And Spanish, French and German.

It's a fun show - all the singles; a massive, girly singalong. There's little precision-drilled choreography from the boys, just a lot of striding about and stair-climbing, with some half hearted crotch-grabbing thrown in. During other members' lead vocals, or when they are meant to be dancing in time with each other, Ryan can often be spied monkeying about on the scaffolding on either side of the stage, 30ft off the ground. He loves it, the crowd loves it, and the bloke manning the big spotlight loves it.

I'd asked him earlier if he'd miss performing with Blue. 'The amount of fun I have with them on stage...' he replied wistfully. 'I go nuts on stage, man, I can't help it. I go crazy. I just get so happy and excited to see the fans, then I look across at the boys...' He beamed with fraternal pride. 'I'd say there's not many boy bands that can sing the way we do. There's not two of us standing there doing nothing. Maybe that's why we had so much success round the world.'

Each member of the band gets a solo slot during the show. Ryan sings 'Army of Lovers', managing a nifty slide down a banister midway through. Duncan James does a Bryan Adams-like rocky number. Antony Costa covers 'Mustang Sally'. Simon Webbe sings 'Lay Your Hands', scheduled to be his first single. It's a cool R&B number with the speeded-up vocal sound favoured by hip producer Kanye West (and the recent number one by Akon). It's the main competition to Ryan's song, but its release has been pushed to the autumn, presumably to keep clear water between the bandmates.

The next day is a day off for the Blue party. But while everyone else flies down to Sicily for a night on the Palermo tiles, Ryan repairs to a hillside Tuscan villa to have his photo taken and enjoy some quiet. The delayed tour means he's having to squeeze solo-career commitments into Blue time: a quick recording session in Rome; a trip back to the UK to record Top of the Pops. It's a strange and tricky transition period.

'Yeah, but I'm a manic sort of character,' he says as we sit by the pool. 'I need a lot of stuff going on, otherwise I go mad. If I get nothing to think about, I could go crazy. That's the only thing with me. Cause I've got so much energy in my head, that's why I need to write a lot.'

He doesn't just mean songs. Ryan is a committed poet. Encouraged by his mum to clear his often muddled head by setting out his thoughts, he began by writing 'Eminem-style poetry', full of rage. Now he's more settled. He's just written one about fair trade. This autumn Carlton will be publishing an anthology of his work.

'I had a title for it ages ago, From Deep Within. But thought that was a bit cheesy.' He's written 25 poems, and thinks he needs another 15. He will also illustrate them. 'Writing, drawing and being in a studio singing are probably the only things what will ever make me peaceful. And views like this, obviously,' he says, gazing at the miles of forested hills, baking in the summer heat. 'Or smelling flowers. I know I sound like a right idiot, but I appreciate stuff like that...' And not pissed-up threesomes in China White? 'Nah, done that, hah hah hah!'

Lee Ryan is many things. Put them all together and you get, well, a wonky-shaped peg in a smooth and round pop hole. He's a teen idol on the point of being a credible adult one. He likes smelling flowers and is petrified of wasps, but is not one to be riled by photographers waiting outside a club.

'I've turned round to blokes before and said, "Why are you antagonising me?" They're like, "Yeah, go on, do something". I'm like, "Put your camera down, we'll go round the corner and I'll smash your face in. How about that?" And they're like, "No, I can't do that. It's my job, innit?" It's bullshit.'

Having been raised by women - his mum, sister, and auntie - he is very respectful of women and their spirit. But he also likes sleeping with as many of them as possible. Right now he's single, and happily so. Too much business to be taken care of. He gets 'a sense of balance' from the medium he visits, the one his mum has also visited since he was a child.

'The medium predicted me being in Blue, leaving Blue, my solo projects. Spirits talk to us in many different ways, I believe. Even when we're not really conscious of it. In everyday life we have spirit guides that turn round and say, you know, turn left, turn right.' Ryan is not, in terms of academic qualifications, intelligent. But he's clearly a smart bloke. He's also been in this game long enough to know pop stars aren't meant to talk about spirit guides and aliens. 'Yeah, I do understand a lot of people don't speak like this. But I feel ... a sense of honesty when I speak like this. It makes me feel better. I can't sit here and chat shit and tell you what you wanna hear.'

And if people take the piss, that's just the price you pay? 'Yeah,' he says with a shrug. 'I mean, school taught me a lot. I will stand up and speak my mind. If people take the piss, say: "No, bollocks, I'm gonna do this." In respect of your dreams, not "No, bollocks, I'm gonna drink that bottle of whatever!"'

Our conversation on a hillside in Tuscany draws to a close with some discussion of Ryan's charity interests. Via Elton John, he has spent time in South African orphanages that care for children with Aids and TB; after one visit Ryan went down to a township's supermarket and bought their entire stock of nappies, a valuable commodity in the overcrowded orphanage.

He talks falteringly of a girl he met in America who was cared for by Facing Forward, a foundation which treats children with facial disfigurement. The girl was blind and had been born without a palate, and she loved to sing songs from The Lion King and The Little Mermaid. When she heard Ryan sing she fell in love with his voice. Inspired by their meeting, he wrote a song, 'Daydreamer', for his album.

'I wanted to write a song about people who were misunderstood.' Like you? 'Well, the first verse is about children with ADD or dyslexia.' Then, as he often does, Lee Ryan breaks into quiet song: Young boy that I used to know/young boy had a lot of soul/in God we trust/he broke the mould with this one/started with just a dream and sometimes a dream was just enough. 'Yeah, it's very personal to me.'

As we rise to escape the Italian heat, Ryan picks up his shirt. It's a white, silky, discreetly striped number, smelling strongly of aftershave. I'd admired it round his house the weekend before. Open to the chest, it went well with his artfully ripped Dolce & Gabbana jeans. Remembering that I'd liked it, he insists I take it. Lee Ryan has given me the shirt off his back. What a nice - and generous, and confused, and damaged, and positive, and talented - boy he is.

· 'Army of Lovers', Lee Ryan's new single, is released on 18 July. His first solo album, which is still untitled, will be released on 1 August

Boys to men: From boy band to solo artist

George Michael - ex Wham! George Michael wrote the book on ditching a boy band and emerging as a fully fledged solo artiste. It was no secret that Michael was the creative drive and no secret that Andrew Ridgely was the charismatic, entertaining, heartthrob element. Still, Michael tasted the possibilities of a solo career with 'Careless Whisper' (released while still officially part of Wham!), ran with it, and launched a brand that's endured two decades.

Robbie Williams - ex Take That Having shown every intention of crashing, burning and eating himself into obscurity on first exiting Take That, Williams eventually amazed the UK as the only member of the band to make anything of himself. Early attempts at a solo career faltered, but a hook up with writer Guy Chambers resulted in 'Angels' (officially the UK's favourite ever single) and he subsequently reinvented himself as a pop institution.

Ronan Keating - ex Boyzone Always the main event in Boyzone, Keating's evolution into an solo artist was predictable in the extreme. More surprising was how he did it. By opting to ditch his sex-symbol status and go for something more staid and granny-enchanting, Keating scored substantial sales, while his ex-Boyzone colleagues struggled on to star in unfortunate things like The Games and assorted West End musicals.

Justin Timberlake - ex N*Sync Timberlake's transition from Mickey Mouse Club Mouseketeer/N*Sync member to solo star was unexpectedly assured. Initially famous for an entanglement with Britney Spears, his debut album Justified amazed everyone. It was far more than the homogeneous pop effort anticipated, and was embraced by critics and grown-ups, as well as existing N*Sync fans. Timberlake went on a world tour, and a solo star was born. Polly Vernon

Guardian Unlimited © Guardian Newspapers Limited 2005

Biography Lee Ryan

Hero: Motown
Villain: Jungle (the music obviously)

Lee Ryan was born on the 17th of June, 1983, making him the baby of the band. He was born in South East London and brought up in Blackheath. He had trouble at school and hated it. He had dyslexia, so work was extremely difficult for him, but he says the teachers never helped him much, so he struggled. The secondary schools he went to were constantly changing, and he was always in detention and even got expelled four times. Teachers thought he was causing trouble, when he really wasn't. Feeling fed up of school, he went to a stage school when he was 13, Italia Conti. He had to leave because the grades in subjects such as Maths and English weren't high enough, whereas he excelled in practical work. He moved to the infamous Sylvia Young Theatre School. Theatre work didn't really interest him, singing was what he loved. He's always had an interest in girls and his first love was a girl named Carla Erwin when he was in the first year at school. Lee's big break came from the TV show 'This Morning'. They were making a boyband so he went for auditions and met Antony. He was lucky and secured a place in the band, but the recording contract never happened. But Antony then asked him to join the band, and fortunately, he did. Duncan says he is 'cockney, cocky, confident, cocksure and totally crazy'. He has bad table manners and is a Gemini so has a split personality. Duncan says he is crazy, and you never know what to expect from him.

Lee in his own words...
I'm told I was quite cute when I was this little - mum used to enter me into baby competitions. In fact, she dressed me up as a girl once on holiday for a competition!
Even as a baby I was accident prone. Mum says I was always bumping into things and splitting my head open. Once I fell off a wall and cracked my head open. Then a couple of times it was mum's fault! First she slammed the car door on my head and then, when I was crawling on the floor, she didn't see me and closed the garage door on me!
Now if I whack my head I don't really feel it, whereas if I hit anything else it's painful. I got my willy caught in a zip once - that really hurt! I wasn't that naughty as a child, but mum'd have a go at me sometimes for doing silly things! Like I remember pushing a kid in a fountain when he was very young. He barged infront of me to get a look at the fish, so I pushed him in the water and he got soaked!
At achool I got into trouble for not concentrating but it wasn't my fault. I'm dyslexic and I have trouble with my short attention span. I hated school. I just thought it was a waste of time.
I'd get done for never wearing my school uniform as well. It was grey and blue and I used to wear it with trainers because I couldn't wear shoes, I had a bad Achilles tendon. I actually had it sorted out but when it was better I still said my tendon was hurting so I could carry on wearing trainers.
I didn't really have many nicknames when I was a kid until I was about thirteen, then I got called Oliver Twist. I looked like him because I had blond hair in curtains. I couldn't really see it myself though!

What was your favourite nosh as a kid?
I don't think I really had a favourite food. I wasn't into chips and junk food. I was probably eating veg and stuff.

Who were your fave superheroes?
When I was 8 I'd put a vest on, get a toy gun and think I was Bruce Willis in Die Hard. I was a bit young for that, eh?

Tell us about your teddy bears...
I named my favourite teddy bear James. I used to call him Jamie. He wasn't like a secruity blanket or anything.

Who was your first hot crush on?
I had loads of different girlfriends at school, I wasn't into famous people. There was no particular look I went for.

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Lee Ryan
Army Of Lovers

There's an army of lovers dying to meet you
dying to make your acquaintance
It could be you
Or it could be me
So dont let go
because i need you so

I'm yours and you are mine
Theres something about you baby
I wanna hold you tonight

Accidents happen strangest of places
How can they happen at all?
Look for the turning, something or nothing
I wont let go
because i need you so

I'm yours
and you are mine
There's something about you baby
I wanna hold you tonight

Everytime i see you you complete my life
Gotta find an answer
Stay with me tonight
stay with me
oh baby
wont you stay with me
stay with me

Theres an army of lovers dying to meet you
Dying to make your acquaintance

вчера целыи день мы ничего не делали.. а потом нас дернуло поехать на базар.
Хоть и денег у нас было немного, мы все-таки решили поехать...
причем ко всему к етому начался дождь... Посмотрели, походили, ниче особого не нашли, решили поити в кафе с наргиле.. мы не хотели брать кальян после того раза...но опять нас дернуло его взять!! и опять ..из етого ничего хорошего не вышло. и решили позвонить Оксане насчет концерта... а Оксана нам сказала, что она красится..и мы поняли, что дело плохо..то есть мы собирались-то в воскресеньые, а нам тут надо было уже через час ехать...
Пришлось мести ложками!! есть, пить в попыхах еше и с наргиле в другои руке потом было "веселее": на кредитке закончился лимит, пришлось платить наличными, и то еле хватило..и приехали мы безденежными домои... а еше расчитывали на укладку.. короче в попяхах помыли бошку, накрасились кое-как и почухали мы к Оксане..
Дальше все было хорошо, меня фоткал какои-то придурок на телефон.. я тут как в зоопарке! =)
зашли к Оксане, все пересмотрели, ее клевую квартиру и личную гримерку..и поехали..
ехать было очень долго, а концерт проходил на босфоре в константинопольскои башне.. там полно старых пушек..все выложено какими-то камешками, у меня везде застревали каблуки.. а самое интересное было то, что я не знала ни имени, ни слов, ни песен и даже никогда не видела ету певицу..но могу сказать одно, что было очень классно.она было клевая и красивая..
мне очень понравилось!! а на втором акте..я увидела мальчика.. мы с ним всю вторую половину переглядывались..потом меня так заколбасило. я так хотела с ним познакомиться, взять его номер телефона.. и хотела очень чтобы он ригласил меня на медленныи танец..я его даже сфоткала на телефон!!! потом когда ХАнде пела на бис, они с компаниеи собирались уходить, но остались..но когда уже надо было уходить, я посмотрела на него,улыбнулась.. =) но на етом было ВСЕ. потом я потеряла его из виду.. когда садились в машину, увидела его напоследок.. и потом я загрустила =( единственныи раз в жизни мне понравился турок и то я не знаю где его теперь искать ах у меня один вопрос в голове - почему?!....

Настроение сейчас - i'm in love

etot pazan bil na konzerte , ya v nego vlubilasss

[ANASTACIA]
She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

[CHORUS: Ben Moody / Anastacia]
'Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
'Till everything burns

[ANASTACIA]
Ooh, oh

[BEN MOODY]
Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there
And still she sings

[CHORUS: Ben Moody / Anastacia]
'Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
Burn it all down
As my anger reigns

[BEN MOODY / ANASTACIA]
'Till everything burns
Everything burns
(Everything burns)
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away
(All fade away)
Everyone screams
Everyone screams..
(Watching it all fade away)
Oooh, ooh..
(While everyone screams)
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
(All of this hate)
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away
(Oooh, ooh)
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away...

zna4it tak,dubl' 2:nu i ve4erok v4era bil.lucky okolo nawej vxodnoj dveri kowka mordu razodrala!!ta lejala sebe kala4ikom, a tut i nawi ''terminatorı'' nagryanuli.ex bednaya nawa LUCKY nu po4emu kowki ne lubyat sobak??!! potomu 4to sobaki ne lubyat kowek. a po4emu sobaki ne lubyat kowek!!??potomu 4to kowki ne lubyat sobak.a po4emu oni ne lubyat drug druga!?!?potomu 4to drug-drug ne lubit ix ladno eto ewe pol bedı v4erawnego ve4era:mne zaxotelos' salata.spustilis',vse prigotovili, na4alı rezku i na stadii '' narezka salata'' ya i narezala svoj nogot'... blin,on tak onemel, i bol'no...!!mne stalo ploxo,na4ala golova krujit'sya...offffffffffffffffffffff...!!!!!zdes' medsestra vsex vremen i narodov- svyataya vıola abla na4ala iskat' plastir', no v dalnejwem on ne pomog.nawlli bint,perebintovali i prodoljili dal'we est'!!:oblizkak govorit'sya:''NAm tataram vse ravno=)'' no i vse taki ya sebya kolekoj 4uvstvovala=(zelij ve4er ewe vetka progovorilas' s velikim moxom ''orlinim nosom,metkim glazom i sedoj borodkoj''!!pogovorili,vse viyasnili!!vse TAMAM!!!a tut nam zaxotelos' poest' ''CIKO'',no mş podumali,4to oni ewe ne spyat i otlojili!!a tut uj 4asa 3 bilo,powli... stoim na balkone. i tut ya sliwu , 4to kto-to stu4itsya,mı ''CIKO'' za bort.... o boje!!!=(mı dumalı ,4to tet' gulya uvidela i idet nam vstavlyat'....,no mı neotkrili...blin kak je mı peresrali... druz'ya alkogoliki!!!davaj dumat',kak nam zavtra opravdivat'sya,4e govoriT' ???a ''CIKO'' to za bortom tima powla za nimi!!a ya prosto malilas''!!!i vot eto uro...mi vstali so straxom!!a ewe tezi vse vremya xodila v bax4u,mi podumali,4to eto v otnowenıı nas!!a oni srosili vsego:''vi voskol'ko v4era spat' legli??mne posliwilos', 4to kto-to xixikal!!''ox!!!a sednya hodili na fantastık four!!klevıj fıl'm!!

was stoka napisala!!!i kuda eto vse delos'????? besit menya!!!ladno v kradze o v4erawnem dne:den' sressov,krovi!!!jopa!!!

В колонках играет - mirka pla4et

v4era zelij ve4er perepisivalis s erenom!!!razvivali takie temi!!!!!no vse eto bilo s vetkinoj pomow'yu:)a tak je ewe vo FLYİİN ezdili, kupili mne klevietufli v wkolu.no kostuma u menya po prejnemu net i,a est' pedjak bruki. a esli v wkole im ne ponravit'sya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ya im pokaju!!!!!!!!!!urodi!!u menya vse vo krug porajautsya,kak eto v wkolu nel'zya djinsi!!!!!!!!be!!!a sednya ubiralis!ya li4no mila unitazi!!was s Murkoj sidim!!!ve4erkom mojet na yazlık vıpolzim!!!!a ewe v4era mama zvonila:s biletami ewe poka ne vse yasno!!!a papa ne xo4et menya ostavlyat'!!!!govorit:''xvatit ej tam uje!!''mama dumaet,4to on sku4aet i obıjaetsya 4to ya ne emu piwu a mame!!!pravil!no,moe obrawenie po e-mail k oboim nikto ne 4ıtaet!!!!vot tak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vetkin odnokursnik...on ko mne kleitsya..pedofilchik :D

В колонках играет - blue

4e-to v poslednie dnı ya tak ustavat'!!!v4era v etot sranıj lajlalı ezdılı!!vek ego ne vıdet'!!da ı putevogo net nı4e!!!ı lupyat'sya tak ,budto v zooparke!!!ya tak ustala!!!!!ı ponyala,4to ne mogu bez kablukov xodıt'!!!!!!!!!!!!!lAbdula na4al zakrıvat' magazın;powlı na stoyanku,idem po ulıze i szadi paren' obtersya!!!a ya je ne znayu kakaya sıtuazıya,mojet mesta ne xvatilo!!!a Abdule eto ne ponravılos',on ego ostnovıl,na4al orat'!a tot vrode ne prı4em,toje na4al vozbuxat'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ıx na4al raznımat' ego pomownık!!!mı ves' lajlı na uwı podnyalı!!!a mne daje strawno ne bılo!!ved' prı lubıx razbıratel'stva mne ploxo stanovıt'sya,serdze v pyatkı uxodıt!!!a zdes' daje veselo!!zato potomm ya wla kak zvezda:dvoe s peredı ,ı s zadı!!potom tak porwıvo stalo:kakıe-to gryaznıe sranıe turkı tak k tebe otnosyatsya!!ı hate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sednya vstali v 6 utra i poexalı v unıverik!!priexalı sliwkom rano i daje ne pozavtrkali!!!!!!!!!!!!!!4to dlya menya yavlyaetsya smislom jızni!!!!sıdeli sideli na Bosfor smotreli a vot i vremya priwlo na exam idti!!provodila ya filyu a sama powla opyat' na lavo4ku s vidom na Bosfor!!sidela sidela kukovala kukovala otwitivaya 4asi!!!ya sebya nekim bomjom po4ustvovala!!!:razz: lavka u menya stala i sıden'em ı krovat'yu!!odno utewaet-pleer bil s soboj!!ya vse pesnı po 30 raz sluwala!!uje vremya podowlo ya na verx powla!!tam ko mne turok prıstebalsya!pro kakıe-to banki na4al sprawıvat'...ya emu skazala 4to ne ponyala ego ı uwla!!a on:''see yu..''potom krugamı nawagival!!!viwla moya krasotka ı govorit 4to ewe 4as nado jdat''!!ya v woke!!zawlı v zdanıe kupili kofe i!!a tut ej uje pora!!nu ya ostalas! tut oxranık podxodıt i davaj mne vparıvat'.govoru 4to ne ponımau on mne vse o svoem!!ya vstala ı powla. on bejıt za mnoj!!ya emu ''net'' skala ı powla dal'wwe pıt' kofe s albeni!!!!!menya murav'ı otokovalı!!ya opya k lavkam tronulas' sela ı eto 4udo ryadom!!1etot 4as prowol bıstro!!potom powlı v top anne ya judko est' xotela mne kakuyu-to xer' predlojıli ostruyu nagluxo!!!!!!!!!!!! :eat:prıwlos' est'!!ewe nargile zakazali sıdeli tak xorowo bılo ......tak rasslablyaet aj uxodit' ne xotelos' potom mne 4e-to ploxo stalo ...ele dowka do tualeta!!i..................... menya vırvalo pryamo na pol:::bee..za to tak poleg4alo...mı ot tuda maxnuli...ı v taksim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!a vse eta sranaya baranina kotoruyu nenavidela s detstva!!dowlı do McDonaldsa zakazala salat i ojran!!tak spat' xotelos!!!ya snova zajıla!!vot tak!!!moj bednıj zad ı jeludok naterpelis' za sednya mnogova!!nu a v obwe bilo klevo:::::::::::::::::::=)

вот шаз посмотрела скока у всех друзеы на ли.ру а у меня не ма.. ı взгруснулось мне:(people добрие пишете мне а то я затухну от одино4ества

vot sednya sobıralıs' poexat' pogulyat' po Bosforu pokatat'sya no utro pokazalos' nam jarkım ı mı rewılı ostat'sya doma. poplavalı v bassejne a skoro doljnı prejtı ıspsncı: Pedro ı ego sınov'ya!xotelı was poexat' v Bahçeşegır no nas oblomalı a mı nadeyalıs na poxod v nargıle.no eto vıdno ewe ne scoro budet!!

ex!!!:(kakoj den' nas uje pokıdayut::: to v restoran s ıspanzamı to k radıtelyam::: ex (c) a mı zato zavtra s Vetkoj poedem v Taksım!!!pogulyaem:leb:a mama s utra sprosıla za4em ya zdes' xo4u ostat'sya na nedek'ku ılı na 2!!!!a ewe mne prısnılsya ujasnıj son: budto ya uexala was v Saratov a 4emodanı ostalıs' tut.a v wkole moı menya ne preznayut vSe obıjenı.ya v drugom klasse so svoumı bıvwemi u4us'.i jivem mı v Dubkax a ya u mamı prowu ısterı4no prowu nazad v Turkey.ya tak k nım xo4u:)!!!i voobwe u menya poyavılas' strannaya tyaga k wkole i znanıyam. Govoryat 4to 10 klass xalyavnıj!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:speaking:

a ya sednya palzem stuknulas'!!!a ewe mama ne xo4et menya zdes' ostavlyat' tak 4to vıdno udu ya 25:(a ewe u tet' Lenı happy Bırthday onı sednya v restoran gıt:::.tak vot tak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:ura:

Elements
by Blue
album:
hey hey wow yer

Alice in her wonderland,
Her world is big but it's just pretend,
Is there a day when we will understand,
This circus we call life

I keep on hearing time and time again,
If we won't listen
Then our world will end,
We don't say it just to make amends,
Listen through the script of prayers

It's not neccesary for an eagle to be a crow,
The circle of life is here
And respect we must shown

Chorus:
Earth,wind, water and fire,
seems like we've lost our disire,
To fight for what we know is right,
Lost in our way of life,
Earth, wind, water and fire,
Seems like we've lost our desire,
To fight for what we know is right,
The Elements of life

Would you believe there are better ways,
To justify what the people say,
Nothing seems unique these days,
In the circus we call life

I've heard the line that I am just a man,
Nothing changes we must make a stand,
And if that means to fight we can

It's not neccesary for an eagle to be a crow,
The circle of life is here
And respect must be shown

Chorus:
Earth,wind, water and fire,
Seems like we've lost our desire,
To fight for what we know is right,
lost in our way of life,
Earth, wind, water and fire,
Seems like we've lost our desire,
To fght for what we know is right,
The Elements of life

Colours and fountains and mountains and trees,
take just a second to stop and to think,
God was an atrist painted pictures to see,
Look how beautiful life can be

Colours and fountains and mountains and trees,
Take just a second to stop and to think,
God was an atrist painted pictures to see,
Look how beautiful life can be

Chorus:
Earth,wind, water and fire,
Seems like we've lost our desire,
To fight for what we know is right,
Lost in our way of life,
Earth, wind, water and fire,
Seems like we've lost our desire,
fight for what we know is right,
The Elements of life

Colours and fountains and mountains and trees,
take just a second to stop and to think,
God was an atrist painted pictures to see,
Look how beautiful life can be

Colours and fountains and mountains and trees,
Take just a second to stop and to think,
God was an atrist painted pictures to see,
Look how beautiful life can be

... v komnate!!!xo4u new wkafff gde budet xranıt'sya moya odejda razbrossannaya po vsemu domu a ewe ya....................................................................
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ved' 4e-to napısat' xotela no zabıla nu vot a ewe ınogda ya xo4u domoj potomu 4to o4en' dolgo ıx ne vıdela ewe xo4u poboltat' s temoj no4'uy o mawınax.. ınteresno a vo vremya u4ebnogo goda mı budem bazarıt' no4'u????????????4e-to ne ıdet mne mıslej:. a tak rvakas' nu ladno do new vstre42 s vsmı bıla Floatın_energy pryamo ız pryamogo efıra

sednya dekalı alısverısı eto bıla v nekotorom plane jopa:( na menya ved' nı4e ne najdew a eto o4en' tupo dlya menya kogda vıdısh krasıvuyu vew' a ona ne dlya tebya o4en' obıjaet ı ya na4ınayu besıt'sya ı srazu je rasstraıvaus::::fucku:

blın!kakaya no4' bıla sevodnya..mı s fılej napılıs ı tolkalı umnıe re4ı zelu no4'!!mı nemnogo perbralı ı ya powla v tualet po steno4ke..odnako xorowo bılo:) :mogila:fılewa ewe xotela napısat sms vo vremya ee ostanovıla a to sednya xrenovo bı bılo....:(a ewe fılenya grafın razbıla:(koro4e ıtog pı' nado menwe

ya v Turkey!! vse klevo!!sednya 6 avgusta!vecherkom sobıraemsya v ardıch kafe s vetkınım odnokursnıkom !!a v4era vetka zanımalas lubovnım frontom murattı!4to tolko on dlya ner ne delaet a ona ne v kakuyu!vot bı mne tak!!!a xotya kakıe moı godı.....