Once upon a time there was a 19yr old girl, who had met up with one of her friends for a drink. Being a very good girl, I had..oops i mean, she, had only one drink (even if it was due to financial circumstances) and so was completely in her senses.......so much so that she remebered to look both ways before crossing the road on her way to the train station to get home. Unfortunately however, it was this very act of looking both ways that was to be her downfall (quite literally). She turned her head to the left, then to the right...simeltaneously stepping off the curb......right into a pot hole where she then fell over, grazed her knee and fractured her foot.(her friend then heroically dragged her off the middle of the road to stop her getting run over!)
She managed to hobble to the train station, grab a lift at the other end.....then was transported to her father's hospital the next morning....where she was x-rayed and given an oh so attractive foot brace thing to wear...looks im wearing one skiing boot!

Am now in rather a lot of pain...but im sure painkillers will sort that out.....also looks like ghana might have to be postponed :-(

the problem with bookstores is that once i go inside them i never want to leave.....

Like satin on ice, she slipped. She continued falling down that glacier of love and faith. As each note of the song played, the further and further she fell.
He stared deep into her soul as they danced and seeing her fall reached out to catch her, until he realised -
he was falling with her.

Do not force your prejudices on me, I do not follow them, I do not agree. You throw your comments like a kite to the wind and expect me to laugh, play along with your wit. We are tied by unbreakable bonds that I have no wish to break, but I wish you could see the world already has so much hate. You are entitled to your opinions, just as I am to mine, so I suppose (just as we always have) we will carry on as if everything is fine.

Welcome to my new look :-)
...Thanx for your help harris! xx

Artist: Nelly Furtado
Song: I'm Like A Bird

You're beautiful, that's for sure
You'll never ever fade
You're lovely but it's not for sure
That I won't ever change
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

[Chorus:]
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is
All I need for you to know is

Your faith in me brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

[Chorus]

It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just that every time you try to tell me that you love me
Each and every single day I know
I'm going to have to eventually give you away
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through

[Chorus x 3]

"And it pains me so much to tell that you don't know me that well"
I think out of the 6 billion people on this earth, a large percentage could legitemately use that phrase with most of their friends.
I guess people can only ever know what we allow them to see.....

Nightmares

Her dreams raged on, wreaking havoc on her mind.
She could not wake, free her hands from the bind.
Her body was cold, her spirit on fire,
She was ready to fall off the tightrope’s wire.
Shadows laughed, demons waited to catch her fall.
Her subconscious shuddered, a guardian angel sat by the wall.
A flutter of wings, a swift and gentle flight.
The storms had passed, demons fled into the night.
Finally she woke to the twilight hour,
She allowed herself to succumb to an angel’s power.
Back on the pillow she laid her head
And listened as the angel said
‘The storm clouds have passed, now sleep in peace
for there are other’s who need to be saved from their dreams’.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
and stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.

'Leisure' by William Henry Davies

While in London over the weekend...it struck me just how fast that city moves. Everybody is in a hurry...even the frickin escalators move faster then they do in manchester! As you walk through the crowds, you are dragged along, forced to move at the same pace. When i decided enough was enough and i started to stroll through this speeding city..i suddenly started to see things. The 2 homeless men at the side of the street, happy that they had each other's company, the mother feeding her two children crisps as they sat on a wall dressed as angels. This poem kinda expressed how i felt that day :-)

Went to London yesterday with my parents and my brother....a family outing i think they're commonly called.

My brother organised it as a present for my parents anniversary, bought theatre tickets and everything -a perk of being the lil sister is that minimum money is often spent due to big brother's genorosity(not to mention student loan). Anyhoo, on the train down the seating arrangement was my brother and myself in front,then my parents in the two seats behind us. As i turned around to ask my parents for food, it suddenly struck me how long it had been since we had done this....gone out for a real family day trip. As i relayed this thought out loud, my wonderful brother graced me with a reply of "Irritate me and i'll kill you"....
oh how i missed those family trips...........

You talked of our conversations, but I have never spoken to you.
You reminisced of our songs and dances, but I have never danced with you.
You described the dreams we’d made together, but I dreamt those dreams alone.
You repeated jokes that we had shared together, but these jokes they are all new.
I don’t think this person was me my dear, infact I insist it was not me.
Perhaps you saw my body there, but my soul was not with thee.

Someimes the worst feeling in the world is when you have an emotion or feeling, but are unable to express it satisfactorily.
Damn its fustrating.

He spoke but not in your language, listened but not to your words. A flash of beauty in an abhorrent world struggling to exist. Barely contained his wild spirit shone through, preserved for an instant. Velvet skin draped over the muscles beneath. He showed nothing, hid nothing. He just existed, obliviously radiating his coarse magnetism, rejecting its power. He had realised that he understood nothing… and that was beautiful.

"Life said try the junk of this angel. You observe her electric shimmer which almost dazzles"

These poetic words were created through my recently aquired magnetic poetry kit (birthday gift :-D)......does randomly placing together someone elses word's make you a poet? hmm. Anyways....even if it doesn't...thanx hannah is muchos fun! :-)

hey everyone...i knw the page looks a bit..well....off colour at the moment, but im currently in the process of changing the page's format, so dont worry its only temporary! :-)

One fine day in the midddle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other.

....i used to love tht when i was kid....had it in my head all day :-)

My tears crawled out slowly but passionately. Each drop heavy with the pain it carried, emptying my soul. Bent and bruised by heavy tears, I stumbled through. My vision blurred by pain’s dew. My bruises will fade, my soul will be replenished, but the agony of that weep will never leave my bones.

if ever you're bored try this

enjoy ;-)

ok, this is just a pic i drew a month or 2 back.....i have no reason for posting this except that i only learnt how to do this today and i wanna try it out! :-D

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." -Albert Camus

Something about this struck me.......people spend their lives trying to be like everyone else and althought it is comforting being able to just blend in with the crowd, isnt it kind of exhilirating to stand out? People seem to think you have to be extra-special to stand out....but just being yourself should make you different from everyone else.... shouldn't it??

Have you ever felt like life is one of those DIY kits, just without the instructions?….You have to make it up as you go along.
Sometimes you end up with the picture on the box, sometimes you end up with something completely different but still functional…..but other times you just end up with a pile of wood and nails on the floor, and a load of cuts and bruises to go with it....

happy birthday to me......:-)

thanks for all your wishes everyone....much appreciated xx

Am having a sleepover tonight in honour of my birthday tomorrow :-D Should be fun.....Only prob is i gotta go for an injection for ghana tomorrow (2 to be precise) at 11am!
There really should be some way to postpone mornings when you have a late night.........hmm, if only......

ok, well this is officially my 1st entry...here's hoping i can keep it going......