-Mary Dawson Hughes
It really is the little things
That mean the most of all...
The "let me help you with that" things
That may seem very small
The "I'll be glad to do it" things
That make your cares much lighter,
The "laugh with me, it's funny" things
That make your outlook brighter...
The "never mind the trouble" things,
The "yes, I understand,"
The interest and encouragement
In everything you've planned
It really is the little things,
The friendly word or smile,
That add such happiness to life
And make it more worth while.
I Shall Not Live In Vain
-Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.
I Shall Wear Purple
-Jenny Joseph
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Disclaimer: Due to several threats received, the author will no longer be including her very witty captions. Instead, she shall play safe, and display pics along with lyrics to one of her favourite songs. 'Butterfly, by Crazytown'. Enjoy.
you're my butterfly (no..frog's don't turn into butterflies!)
Sugar.baby 







Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me

Girl, put your records on,
tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere,
somehow.
Am stoning at a JCRC meeting..Had a day off today cos of Operation Sparrow-Hawk. *cough cough* at SGH.
I haver no social life anymore. Sob. I am depressed.
I don't want to mug.
I think I'll make a bad doctor..cos I can't remember stuff. :(
I am pissed.
Am moving out of hall..
Have to be at hospital at 7.30am tmrw and I haven't read abdo. :(
Haven't watched a movie in ages.
Am growing fat eating chocolate. :(
I want this to be over. Am stuck.


