Saturday, January 11, 2014

“ Education is that which remains when one has forgotten everything he learned in school. ” — Albert Einstein

Saturday, December 14, 2013

It's Christmas time

That time of the year is upon us again. * One present left to pick up and wrap * One Week of work to survive * Eight Days of Squeezing in Christmas catch-ups * Two Penpal letters to finish and send * One WOF appointment for Prassy * Five Christmas Cards to write and send * One Apartment to clean and tidy * 2 Bags to pack for Christmas and New Year We are going to spend Christmas and New Year in Warkworth this year. Hoping you have a wonderful Festive season. Sash xx

Sunday, December 8, 2013

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist. Albert Einstein

Friday, August 5, 2011

Here's a toast. To the good days, the best of friends. The ones that you just can't live without. The people that have taught you how to party. How to live. How to have a good time just sitting around. Here are to the people that no matter how bad things seem, are going to be there for you. To lean back on and catch you if you fall.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Thoughts

Today a psychologist said something to me. He said that the majority of people live within a box, and that's their entire reality. All they see is the inside of the box, and they're 'asleep' to anything else. People that have suffered from some form of mental illness are 'awake' because they've seen reality outside the box. He said no matter how hard people try to put the person back into the box, they will never fit, because they've seen something beyond it all.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Notes

To every girl who has gossiped about me in the corner of parties, to those who were my slap in the face, to the close minded or misunderstanding, to those boys that broke my heart, and to those friends who turned out to be backstabbers. You all challenged me to become the person I wanted to be. I am stronger because of all the stupid things you put my through. No matter how much you have done to me, you have unknowingly done so much for me. So thanks.

Friday, December 24, 2010

And so it begins

There comes a point where you just love someone.
Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything
really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean
you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you
won’t hurt each other. It just means you love
them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and
sometimes because of who they are. And you know
that they love you, sometimes because of who you
are, and sometimes in spite of it.

In the end, it’s better to say too much than to never say what you need to say

I see myself as a crayon, I may not be your favorite color, but I know someday, you will need me to complete your picture