I am a lover of cheesy girly mags. I have no idea what the appeal is really, because for the most part I find them depressing. Firstly, I can't afford all the lovely things in them and secondly, all the girls in the magazine are thinner than me, have nicer clothes, prettier faces etc etc. Of course you really can't tell all that much from a picture.

They say a picture tells a thousand words, but no one ever said they were the truth.

And do I really want to live up to these people? Would I give up chocolate? Would I give up the extra half hour snuggled up in my bed to go for a run? Err... no. Though I could probably live on McDonalds and still end up looking better than I do now should someone take the time to touch up my picture.

I heard some little things to look out for about anorexia and they worried me. Which is probably a good sign. One thing was the choice of using a teaspoon rather than a dessert spoon. Which I tend to do. I don't know why. I also feel guilty when I eat food and no one is around. Am I strange?

Anyway- to "cure" me from my tendencies I have borrowed a few images to scare me straight. I hope they don't cause nightmares.





By Photographer of the year 2007 Andrzej Dragan

Sometimes I can’t see
Sometimes I just need to feel you near
And sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I just disappear

Without you I’m not sure who I am
Without you I don’t know if I can understand
Why the world keeps spinning, why they keep on living
And they stop believing, and telling me I’ll never be
What you see in me

You saw something in me (Before I saw it in myself)
You’re there when I feel strong (And when I stumble and fall)
You always believe in me
You set me free

I’ve listened to the radio, talked to everyone I know, even read through books and magazines
To find the words to tell you, of my hopeful romantic view, though my world is falling down, ripped at the seams

With these hopeless metaphors, my heart just can’t ignore, that there’s nothing big enough to explain to you
That my heart beats just for you, that my waking thought is you and that every breath I take is in waiting... of you.

Nothing in this room has changed,
The coffee cup still rests,
There upon the mantelpiece,
The kitchen’s still a mess.

The cushions are askew,
Upon the leather suite,
The window is still broken,
Shattered glass beneath my feet.

And everything reminds me
Of a time that I once knew
A time when things seemed perfect
A time when I had you

But all our dreams are broken
Just like the broken glass
And not even the best of intentions
Could bring us back the past

So I’ll set you free
Like a bird to fly
I’ll set you free
But I’ll never say goodbye

I woke up this morning to the sound of the rain
And when I opened my eyes I saw that you were gone again
You left me a letter, pinned to the bedroom door
To tell me that you’d left for good, you don’t love me anymore
I wonder how you could go and throw it all away
The words you said the night before mean nothing to today

You said I was your everything and we would always be
Together forever, it would just be you and me
You filled my head with fantasies all the things I wished to hear
And before I could doubt it all you kissed away my fears
I gave you my heart but you broke it in two
But I’m taking back my life I won’t be seeing you.

Baby bump

A precious gift
Of purest love
A little treasure
Sent from above
No more a twinkle
In daddy’s eye
A babe to soothe
With lullaby
A hand to hold
A mouth to smile
A child to cradle
And all the while
The treasure grows within your heart
Cherishing each moment
Every part

Winter

The storm tears the flowers apart
As they strive to find the sun
In vain they stretch but soon lose heart
As the winter has begun

They sink down towards the ground
As their source of hope drifts away
Light and heat will not be found
And all colours fade to grey

Trees

The trees rustled as the wind blew through
The leaves twirled to the ground
The winter comes to bring through the new
Autumn colours shine all around

The shimmering colours of red, orange, gold
Throughout the forest lay
The wind turned from warm to cold
As the seasons changed day to day

Rose

Rose petals gently fall
Caressing her with a kiss
She’s wanted this forever now
And she’s finally got her wish

But even now her tears fall
She knows the winter will come
She can’t stay to witness the pain
So she turns her back on her love

The months pass, as she fears the worst
That her rose has lost his soul
Losing his petals saved him from the frost
And their love can again be whole

Lily

Flowers are growing
Strong and tall
The beauty of them shines
The seasons pass
The flowers wilt
But they’re forever mine

You look at me
But do you see
The value of my soul?
You trampled me
Into the ground
I am no longer whole

You built me up
To believe
You’d love me evermore
But that was a dream
A fantasy
I’m not forever yours

Charlie

I’m missing that smile,
The way you touched me deep inside,
I can still hear your voice,
It’s echoing through my mind.

The words that you shared,
The goodbye for which we weren’t prepared,
They’re now imprinted on my heart,
They were more than words I heard.

I can’t believe you’re gone now,
Across the ocean blue,
It’s not been long but you know I’m missing you.

You always knew what to say,
To turn my dark night into day,
You opened my eyes,
And showed me the way.

Even though you’re far away,
In my heart you will remain,
You’ll always have a place,
There you’ll always stay.

I can’t believe you’re gone now,
Across the ocean blue,
It’s not been long but you know I’m missing you.

Shadows

Calming a heart in a raging storm,
When the winds are high and strong,
Turning your feelings from cold to warm,
Learning your actions were wrong.

It’s all about learning to get along,
To be a friend not foe.
To forget the past, all that’s gone,
And let the colours flow.

Look to the sun, let the shadows fall,
Behind your back they hide,
Lift your head up high, stand tall,
Be assured with each strong stride

A New Day

The stars sparkled in the sapphire sky,
As a moonbeam shimmered through the trees,
The leaves crackled beneath our feet,
And the forest rustled in the breeze.

The flickering light played tricks with our minds,
And the darkness swarmed and surged.
Sounds came from within the woods,
But we could not be deterred

When the sun arose from beneath the vale,
The birds awakened the dawn,
The shadows and shapes came into the light,
And took on their true form.

Dandelion

The clouds part as beams of light shine down from heaven,
Onto the cracks in the ground,
The flowers shoot up through the chasm,
Though the roots cannot be found.

Though seen as weeds they are strong and survive,
Through the winds and rain they grow,
The people trample them down as they walk,
Not seeing the beauty below.

When pulled from their refuge they appear to be gone,
But below the ground they remain,
Soon to emerge anew through the cracks,
To look to the sun again.

The Circus

I don’t know what to look at first,
The juggling, the clowns or the high wire.
Everything seems to happen at once,
Engulfed in the smoke from the ring of fire.

The juggling balls go up and down,
The clowns run past with their smiling frowns,
The high wire shakes as she looks to the ground,
While laughing and screaming goes on all around.

A juggling ball slips from the hand,
A clown trips over and lands in the sand,
She slips from the wire, in a net she lands,
A loud gasp resounds from throughout the stands.

The world stops but the colours still surge,
Fear instils and chaos unfurls,
Inside everything crashes and burns,
On the surface she’s a composed girl.

Innocence

It has an unnatural glow,
A wispy haze as the frame,
I see myself having fun,
Running round and playing games.

And even when I fell,
And the gravel grazed my knee,
The sun still shone in the sky,
Because someone cared for me.

They came and dried my tears,
And held me in their arms,
I had no worries to tie me down,
I was safe from harm.

An email I received that I found interesting because of my degree...

The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry mid term. (I probably would have cried)

The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :


Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.'


THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+.