Wednesday, May 17, 2006

omg

omgomgomgomgomgomg!!!!!!!!!!

I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST!!!!WOOOOOOO!!!! im free :D

first attempt, only 3 minors...stated on 2nd march, passed on 16 may :D!! i luv it!! heehe so awesome...lol

omgomgomgomgomgomg!!!!!!!!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Friday, April 07, 2006

Life?!

Is life what we make it? Or is it already mapped out for us?
Do we have the power to control our lives? Or are our lives out of our control?

...I want some answers to these questions, but then, doesnt everyone ?! There is no answer, because there is no way of finding out. All we must do is take the advice of the great saying, 'Live each moment as if its your last, because you never know when it will be'. People might think of this as morbid, but, to me, its an amazing piece of advice that everyone should listen to.!

We sit, watching time tick by, being bored...when for some people they are grasping at time with every last breath. How fair is it that some people have all the time in the world and simply waste it, whilst others have precious little time?? People claim they are not afraid of dying, and i guess in a way im not either, but then what is it that fills us with dread when that time comes?!...i think i realised the answer today, for me anyway, its the fear of what i shall miss that haunts me most. Not being able to wake up in the morning, with the sun blazing outside, not being able to giggle with my friends over silly little things, missing the smell of bacon cooking when i wake up, and so much more...the thought of life without these things is unbearable.

I guess this blog is kinda pointless, cept to say, to my mates and everyone in my life, i love you, thankyou for being there, and however often we may argue i never mean the hurtful things i say.!! Love you guys xxx

Monday, March 06, 2006

s...M...i...L...e...!!

Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realised,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
Then i realised it's worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected,
Let's start an epidemic quick
and get the world infected. !!


...I saw this, and thought i would share it; maybe bring a smile to a face in need of it.!
xx sara xx

Monday, February 06, 2006

Limbo!

Please be honest with your opinions, this is my first draft so who knows how good it is (or how crap) lol. Hopefully the second draft will be much improved...
Limbo!

It fell with a sickly thud; blood and fluids spurting wide across the surrounding ground, people watched in horror; sentences were left unfinished, creating a silent, apprehensive atmosphere.
The aroma/stench of hot sticky tar and car fumes wafted up from a source extremely close to my nose. The sound of cars screeching to a halt and horns blaring seemed much too close for comfort. The distant sound of bellowing sirens and panicked voices began to mingle in, before they all started to fade away. I should have started to worry; to worry where I was, what was happening, why my gorgeous blonde hair was plastered to my head, looking a funny shade of brown-red, why the world was moving round whilst I seemed to be stuck; unable to function. It was then it hit me, like a glass of cold water in the morning, I wasn’t worried because I wasn’t actually there, I was simply observing.
The alarm rang out piercingly in her ears, the numbers flashed brightly, 6.30am. Her day began. Rushing round, eating breakfast, no animals to feed. She didn’t have time for animals. At precisely 7.45am, glancing once more in her hallway mirror, she was, as usual, in her pristine state of appearance; not a hair out of place, she stepped through the doorway pulling the door tightly shut behind her. She sped down the stairs, the lift took too much time out of her day, reaching the main doorway, flushed, but still perfectly composed. In passing she nodded good morning to the porter – she really must learn his name, it had been five years since she had moved into her penthouse, and, other than the civil good morning, not a word had passed between them. She brushed through the entrance, took a deep breath, clutched her satchel to her side and prepared for the daily turmoil of hailing a cab.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she flopped into the slightly grubby looking passenger seat of the cab. She now had twenty minutes of journey in which she could relax, not that she ever did what people in general would call relaxing, before the stress of the day really hit her. She pushed in through the crowded maim doorway, bodies rushing in every direction. She headed straight for the staff cloakroom, doing her best to ignore the hustle and bustle around her. She had barely hung her coat and changed her shoes before the door opened behind her.
“Dr. Watson. You’re needed in resuscitation immediately”.
“Okay, I’m there.” She replied, in her normal brisk business-manner tone. No sooner than she entered the building was she thrown head first into her work.
The day passed in the normal rush and stress with which it normally does. She was constantly in demand, the only break she got was at 3.00pm, six and a half hours after the start of her shift, and lasted just short of 10 minutes. In and out of operating rooms, numerous patient consultations, the daily post-operation check ups, the bi-weekly catch up with medical school students; the jobs were endless, there was always a broken arm, bumped head, heart failure, and many more complaints at which she must deal with. The day flew past, without a moment to herself. The end of her shift came and went. Eventually, when she had been on shift for 13 hours she managed to make her escape; although, who was she kidding, there were numerous chances, earlier on, when she could have clocked off, but what was the point.
She was fed up with the silent welcome she received every time she returned to her apartment; it was beginning to depress her. But her job was her life and soul; it was all she lived for, without it her life would have been as empty as a school during the holidays. Don’t be confused; she was a beauty, and extremely charming, simply made to be popular and cherished, but her job demanded all her energies and all her days.
I watched, my eyes brimming with curiosity; wanting to listen in on every conversation, but only managing to focus on the odd word here and there. People rushed about, terrified voices shouting to each other. I couldn’t understand what all the commotion was about, or why I felt so distanced from everyone and everything. I knew something was wrong, but just couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. I was thinking I should be worried, but it seemed impossible, I felt almost as if I couldn’t feel anything; apprehension, anxiety, worry, fear, I simply felt...nothing.
She opened her door, and not for the first time did she wish she had someone to welcome here, to give her a hug and tell her she had been missed, someone with whom she could talk over her day; but no, she was alone. That had always been the way, shutting people out, till all that seemed to matter in her life was her work, it was always the same, always had been, but she sincerely hoped it wouldn’t always be that way; no matter how likely it seemed. Deep inside her lay the reason, and most probably the answer, to her loneliness. But she was too scared to admit it, and simply ignored it, burying it further into her soul with each passing day.
‘The day loomed dark and cold, everything was so gloomy. The little girl stood there, watching with tear filled eyes as the wooden box was lowered into the ground. Her last connection with a family was gone. First her father, her best friend, and now her beloved mother. Little did she realise that day was to alter her forever; gone was the cheerful, chatty, bubbly Claire Watson. The new Claire Watson was cold, unfeeling and work orientated.’
The sweetest memory she had was of a garden, hundreds of flowers in full bloom; Lily’s, bluebells, daffodils, tulips, wall flowers and roses. Oh, how she loved the roses; red roses, yellow roses, pink roses and the most special of all, the White Roses, her mothers favourites. This garden was perfect, every flower, every branch, every bird, was untouched; the whole place contained an almost magical quality. Yet, no matter how much she loved this garden, she was never quite able to explain it. The memory of her mother, pushing her on a big wooden swing and her laughter ringing out into the air was about the only thing she could remember of the place; and even this was becoming vague. It was being compressed by the memories of graveyards, funeral songs, old people; smelling of coffee and hugging her till she suffocated. The memory of this garden was what got her through the nights when the emptiness really affected her, it was her sanctuary. The people began to fade, the noises stopped, the smells were replaced with the sweet smell of pollen. I no longer needed the answers to my questions, it didn’t seem to matter what was happening, I was at peace as I drifted through this beautiful garden. I looked around, my eyes filled with the sights of millions of flowers in full-bloom; and then, tending to the white roses, was my mother. Now I realised that I had succeeded in my last quest; I had fulfilled the dream that was in my head as I had stepped off the rooftop.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Perfection...and its misconception!


Look at this flower to the right...is it perfect, no it isnt. Do you love it, yes you do.

Decided it was time I updated, I don't know why seen as no one reads this, but anyway I am like SO bored, so here goes, lets hope it makes sense.

I got this idea from a film I watched, (can't remember the title) , its all about perfections and imperfections and is going to be hard to explain my views clearly. The gist (is that spelt correctly?!) was that although you may be taken in by perfections for the first...eventually you will see that perfections are all false, and have no real beauty. Imperfections are what make us who we are, if you ask someone what they like most about you they will most probably say your wonky smile or your cute nose...the bit you think is your worst imperfection.

Basically, be proud of yourself, don't try to change, physically or personality for anyone else other than yourself!!! Someone who only loves parts of you does not love you truely, find someone who loves every little thing about you!!! That is true love!

People love you FOR your imperfections !!!

Monday, September 05, 2005

hehehe!!!

Application To Be Ill

This form must be submitted at least 21 days before the date on which you wish the illness to commence :-

Name……………………………………………………

Position Held……………………………………………


Nature of illness………………………………………...

Date of which you wish illness to commence…………………………………
(Applications to suffer from Pregnancy must be submitted 12 months prior and accompanied by Form No. WS.361214198) Consent of Husband/Wife

Have you ever applied to suffer from this illness before………………………
If so, give date………………………………………….

Do you wish the illness to be slight/crippling/fatal……………………………
If illness is fatal do you wish this to be considered a permanent disability…………………………………
(Applicants wishing to suffer a fatal illness should indicate at the foot of this form whether they wish:-Board of directors to be represented at the funeral/cremation)

Do you wish to suffer from this illness at home/hospital/Costa Brava/ Newport Pagnell/Milton Keynes……………………………………

Do you wish this illness to be of a contagious nature………………………….
If so, indicate approximate number of people you wish to infect………………

Have you ever been refused permission to suffer from an illness………………
If so, give details…………………………………………………………………

Do you wish your wife/husband to be informed of your illness if he/she contacts us…………………………………………

I, the undersigned declare that to the best of my knowledge the answers given above are true and accurate.

Signed……………………….. Date…………………………..

Applicants are reminded that all applications will be considered on merit and that more than three applications per annum will be considered excessive and not in the best interests of the company. Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES will any employees be granted more than one FATAL ILLNESS per year.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Gcse Results!!!

Ok, im sorry if i sound like im bragging, im jus soooooooooooooo happy!!

I got my Gcse results 2day, two A* seven A and 3 B!!!

I passed welsh! woooo!! Thought i wud fail it.
Got a B in P.e the teachers sed i wud only get a D!!!!!
Got an A in english, since starting the Gcse course i have improved from D to A in english :D!

I am so happy, didnt get lower than a B in anything, didnt fail any exams!!
Hope everyone else who just got their results are as happy as moi! :D!

wooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sara xx