2 more hours to dharma and greg. speed up, time.

niamh : i like my brother
crisdean: i like jo
niamh: i like susan

thanks crisdean. you made my dayy

ps. mum, crisdean's 5.

i wish i could write poetry like sophie hannah. so good.

When I leave your postcode and your commuting station,
When I left undone all the things we planned to do
You may feel you have been left by association
But there is leaving and leaving you.

When I leave your town and the club that you belong to,
When I leave without much warning or much regret,
Remember, there's doing wrong and there's doing wrong to
You, which I'll never do and I haven't yet,

And when I have gone, remember that in weighing
Everything up, from love to a cheaper rent,
You were all the reasons I thought of staying,
And none of the reasons why I went

And although I leave your sight and I leave your setting,
And our separation is soon to be a fact,
Though you stand beside what I'm leaving and forgetting,
I'm not leaving you, not if motive makes the act

i like to think i have some photography skills.
but maybe chan and my light just make a good combination. and black and white hide all flaws. sweet