19 April, 2006

'A frown pulls you down, but a smile defies gravity'
Workaholic Rich.

So my advice to you is-I now sound like those agony aunts-it is better to live and then die and lose ALL than never to have lived, and loved and risked ALL. (Yes, I’ve just paraphrased Tennyson but it sounds so much better, wouldn’t you agree?!!)

I’ve learned to enjoy each second for what it is worth on its own, not in context of the minute nor in fear of the next second

28 March, 2006

I'm sure you've all heard the chatup line where a boy approaches a girl and says 'You must be really tired', to which she replies 'Why?' and then he comes out with the punchline: 'cos you've been running through my mind all day' (apologies if the wording is incorrect, I can't remeber it exactly!).
Well, I've come up with a response to that for all you girls out there: 'Well, no, not really, its quite a small distance you see.' Implication: your brain is small. etc. etc. Somehow it doesn't sound as funny as when I first came up with it!

Anyway, wouldn't you prefer something like the poem below? I know I would! And now if it's a male reading this he will immediately print this out and give it to the one he loves. No! Don't do that either! It's so much better when you compose your own poems, from the heart rather than stealing someone else's. When will they learn! Great, I sound like some worn out agony aunt which was not my intention, just wanted to share this poem with you all so here it is, (in red. what a cliche!)

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
By W. B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothes under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

27 March, 2006


Thank You....
Just want to thank all these people for their advice and influence (both positive and negative!!) on me! Keep smiling! (not too much, you'll get wrinkles if you haven't got them already!)
'Mom and Dad' : words aren't enough
Fatso, Mouse and Chatterbox: couldn't ask for a Worse...sorry meant best (!) set of sibllings. You've made my life miserable...but hey, revenge is sweet....I'll get you when you least expect me to....
'Ape Next Door': stop perving on married men!
'Married Girl' : beware of housework...it makes you ugly! And four letter words are so dirty aren't they, like iron, cook, dust...lol!
'Froggy' : You'll never know what you meant to me...nothing! lol.
'Dob' : ???!! Where to start, where to end....
'Mo' : ................
'Cat and Sam' : You've kept me on the striaght path...not!
'Workaholic Rich' : One word: Thanks! When are you retiring again? Lol.
'Ribena Gang' : Lets kick 'lucozade' out! lol.
'Imaginary friends' : Don't worry, I know you exist even if no one else can does!
All my teachers
Apologies if I have forgotten anyone, will add more as i go along!

Don't ever say 'I want'...

‘ We can never know what to want
because living only one life we can neither
compare it with our previous lives nor
perfect it in our lives to come. ‘


Milan Kundera, ‘The Unbearable LIghtness of Being’


King of Wishful Thinking

I’ll get over you…I know I will.
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘casue I’m the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking


‘King of Wishful Thinking’ by Go West.

A Martian Sends a Postcard Home
by Craig Rane

I love this poem! Its hillarious. My comment in brackets-not part of the poem!

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings

[ William Caxton invented printing press, so here ‘birds with many wings’ is actually books-when books are perched on your hands, each side on each palm it resembles birds-especially when you were young and you’d draw birds and a broad wide ‘V’-well I did anyway, not all of us are gifted artists! Lol. ]

they cause the eyes to melt [Books make you cry]
or the body to shriek without pain. [Books make you laugh]

I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.

Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on ground:

then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.

Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the property of making clothes darker.

[ Simply put: when it rains you go inside and look out of your window-window becomes tv screen. Rain can makes clothes darker, even the world outside, even your mood! Makes me feel down-but i like that ‘down’ as opposed to the ‘down’ you feel when someone dies/ after a messy break…not that I would know. lol. ]
Model T is a room with the lock inside-
a key is turned to free the world
[ Here, evidenlty Model T is a car and when you turn the key the whole world passes you by.]
for movement so quick there is a film
to watch for anything missed.
But time is tied to the wrist
or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.
[ Hillarious! Talking about watches on the wrist, I like the idea of time in a box, almost as if we have control over it and it doesn't control us]
In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
that snores when you pick it up.
If the ghost cries, they carry it
to their lips and soothe it to sleep
with sounds. And yet they wake it up
deliberately, by tickling it with a finger.
[Telephone! You pick it up to stop its 'snoring' and yet we 'wake it up deliberately' when we want to make a call]
Only the young are allowed to suffer
openly. Adults go to a punishment room
with water but nothing to eat.
They lock the door and suffer the noises
alone. No one is exempt
and everyone's pain has a different smell.
[You're never too old for childish toilet humour are you! lol. The punishment room is the toilet, and implicit social norms prevent adults suffering openly. And yes...smell...]
At night, when all the colours die,
they hide in pairs
and read about themselves-
in colour, with their eyelids shut.
[When you go to bed, sometimes you dream- so you're reading about yourself in colour!]
Nice poem isn't it? Fantastic-especailly for little children. I strongly recommend it. Always manages to cheer me up.