favorite things III

• musical theatre
• performance
• sleep
• all nighters
• stationery
• my dog, misty
• queensland
• brisbane
• my house
• chocolate
• hanging out with old friends
• driving

favorite things II

• kiki-kay
• t2
• dior Homme: Fragrance
• donas
• white towels
• clean bench tops
• coldplay
• mmorpg games
• fine dining

favorite things I

• morning tea on balcony’s with good friends
• chai tea
• cookies that melt in your mouth when you eat them
• creating music
• my youth kids
• late night chats with people so much wiser than myself
• brother’s advice
• creating systems that work
• onenote
• radom drives with random people to end up doing random activities
• quotes

a touch of frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference

 

 

…r. frost

sorrow

i walked a mile with sorrow and never a word said she; but oh, the things i learned from her, when sorrow walked with me,

 i saw these photos and the poem, and found them to be real touching…

i hope they touch you too.

matter of principal

first do no harm / primum no nocere
treat the whole person / tolle totum
practitioner as teacher / docere
prevention is better than cure

she.

 

where does she come from?

 

where is she going?

 

 

 

 

when is she coming?

 

how long will she; stay?                                       

 

if she says…

 

 

 

forever?

 

is it meant to be?

maybe? 

will she have you?

 

 

 only with time…

 there is hope.                                                                                for all…

 

life

I no longer have anything to do, so once again i turn to blogging. To be honest i have no idea what about.

There is so much going through my mind and i sometimes its hard to know who to tell. Who to communicate your deepest fears, darkest secrets, and burning passions. I find that sometimes along the road of life i discover someone to confide in for a period of time, and then, due to life just happening, we move on…

Cleaning

For those of you who do not know me, i’m a little bit of a neat freak. However i have noticed that i will go all out and clean up my room, my car, and other such spaces which i reside to find myself back in the same situation of living in what feels like a pig sty.

I hate my room being messy and any clutter on the floor is normaly removed and put into its residence within my room. All things in order with everything having a place to live.

It has occured to myself that I get quite flustered when my room, in particular, is rather off putting to the eye. I find myself to be very stressed and feeling that everything is out of oder in my life and that nothing seems to be going right. Also it is to be noted that black spots of negativity will cloud conversation from time to time and the only remedy for all these symptoms is to clean clean clean.

So here it stands that when i rise in a few hours i’ll be making sure that my room is back in order with a clean desk and clothes in their colour coded places, my car is tidy with a plastic bag around the gear stick for all my rubbish and that everything i need to get done is written down in perfect order so that caos has no place thanks to my smart ninty nine thinkig

itching feeling

so this chronic itch, urge, if you will to write yet another blog… so here goes!

personally i like to put pen to paper, or in this case, fingers to keypad, and blurt out a majority of what i feel. i have noticed, in my two decades of life, that there are so so so many varieties of books, journals and pretty patterned pieces of paper that one may purchase to write such feelings down. however in today’s day and age the on line term for journaling or the classic “dear diary” sob story in my opinion would be known as “blogging”. this phenomena has blown the world by storm with thousands of sites at the ready to facilitate your needs. whether this be a photo journal, status updates so EVERYBODY can see what your doing, friend chat and messages, or the classic ‘blog’ site….

i have grown to love these sites and i hope that they will grow to love me back, as i look forward to blogging my way to to top.