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Now here’s a question, what would you do if you only had 15 minutes to live?

Its strange how we all worry about the future, where we’ll be, what we’ll be doing, spending our time working hard, squirreling away for a rainy day. Worrying about that decorating that needs doing, thinking maybe we should be saving up for that holiday we promised ourselves. Who do we use our time on? What really would you use those 15 minutes for? I’ve actually sat and pondered on this and wonder would I use it to put my own life in order, would I use it to reassure other people that life beyond me would be ok no matter how much they thought it wouldn’t. Would I use it making sure everything would be ok for everyone else when I’m gone? Or would I give it no thought and just wait for it to happen, bottle of vodka in hand and resigned to my fate… Now just look at that, have I just wasted half those 15 minutes wondering what the hell to do with it?

We plan our lives around so many material things; we spend weeks and months deciding on so many trivialities, how many of us are sat here right now arranging our time, days, months, weeks, even years ahead but what if in 15 minutes there was no time left, what then?

I look around me and see my life and hope that one day it will become what I want it to be… Is that the saddest thing? I sit waiting for it to change, thinking eventually it will, clinging onto hope and never letting go… and now, sat here, I wonder, if there was only 15 minutes left of my life, would I still be clinging to that hope.

Is it really that easy and would I be here reassuring or would I be here thinking about making those changes. Would I bother at all, after all this is just 15 minutes we’re talking about? I wonder, even if it all ended in 15 minutes would I put myself first beyond anything else… and here I am still wondering.

My 15 minutes are up, and life just became a little more real….

Crackling through the atmosphere

In blue electric dreams

Sapphire silhouettes cavort

Through vivid lightening beams

And dripping through a ruby heart

The beat of diamond rain

As pearls of tears solidify

In icicles of pain

In sky of lapis lazuli

A vein of crystal quartz

Tainted with the blackest edge

Of darkest onyx thoughts,

Tumbles through an opal moon

To scatter on the breeze,

And slash the sky with vivid scars

Where garnet blood will bleed

While silvered stars of spirit

Burst through fractured air

Tiger eyed emotions

Filter through the glare

Amethyst illusions spiral into space

To gather in electric dreams

And fade without a trace

In shadows we live, with lives along side our lives where conscious moments fall in step in a parallel universe of light and shade beside our darkness. Its there behind a looking glass of yearning I touch you and am touched by you. Those are the moments we wander from the path and find a road on which only the two of us can travel where nothing of the tainted world that trudges on beside us can enter or even has meaning. Together we planted the seed in that place, in a place where we could nurture it and become a true part of its growth. Its there our true reality begins, the complete truth of who we are, and in that time we share we can see the clearest future, crystal in its brightness and we stand and imagine the potential of it all. We carve our promises in deep meaningful letters on the tree bark of that life, held within a heart, telling of a first love, a tender love for all eternity, skilfully fashioned by that love and with that love. Deep talismans of passion, which tell of hearts in pain and souls enfolded in hope. Secrets and pledges are made as this tree grows stronger, fed by that niche we have carved and filled with the nourishment of the purest feelings poured into it.  There, beneath those branches we find strength, enough to tear down the barriers before our future and build new barricades against our past. It’s our place, our road and our journey where each day we find the road a little easier to travel regardless of the obstacles that land in our path. We’ve travelled through the spring of this tree of our life, seen the new beginnings, watched the new growth flourish and explode into bloom and now the unsettled summer with the rain and the clouds tease us every day between the burst of sunshine, but those branches are laden with new growth and one day those boughs will be the complete strength of us and within all of that, with that love carved deep upon its surface the heart of it will never fade and is where our future truly lies.

Evening peoples,

Well, this place wasn’t opened to air my rants but it feels like it has been…. What the hell is it about shopping that makes me want to grab everyone within a 10ft radius of me and rag them about a bit. Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just not cut out for this shopping lark.

What was meant to be a nice quiet walk around the shops to buy a dress (yes that’s a bloody dress!) for my bro’s wedding turned out to be a complete nightmare. Anyway, I’m not you’re dress kinda person; they just don’t do me any favours, but figured something plain would be ok. Now have you ever tried to get a ‘plain’ dress in these bloody shops, why do dress makers think everyone wants to look like some kind of luminous birthday present tied up with a ribbon?

How hard can it be to find a dress that doesn’t involve some kind of ribbon or fluffy stuff, oh and never, that is NEVER go with someone else who wants to shop too… Everything just has this Gok Wan bloody crappy detail to it, baubles and flounces, I swear to god if you don’t look like some half wrapped sad present then you’ll pretty much look like some half dressed Christmas tree, neither of which is me.

How the hell do people, pick up what they want try it on and voila, it fits, they’re out of the shop in minutes… Oh no, not me, I’m dragged around the entire shop, giving my opinion on every single top, dress, shoes, bangles, baubles, bags, shirts, trousers, blah bloody blah blah… until it feels like I’ve judged, inspected and seen every item in the store… (ok maybe a bit of exaggeration there, possibly there were a couple of things I wasn’t forced to endure), but my god, after you’ve dragged around after two people who are perfectly capable of making their own decisions, suddenly shopping for yourself doesn’t really appeal any more…

Anyway, I managed to drag a dress off the rack, tried it on, took it to the checkout, paid for it, dragged it home with me, tried it on AGAIN and I hate it, after everyone says, oh yeah that’s nice, I hate the thing. So that’s me, either I go doing a great sack of potatoes impression or I find time between now and Thursday to take the thing back and buy something else, I ask myself can I really be bothered…. Not sure I can to be honest, so sack of spud look it might have to stay…

Any tips and tricks on shopping are most welcome, answers on a postcard please or if you’re really brave stick ‘em in the comments…lol.

The outcome was four of us were told to behave… I just wonder if we misbehave again will we get the cane or maybe detention…. The other two are still pending… they probably can’t decide if it’s the cane or lines they’re gonna get… I’m still in shock, to think I was part of such a serious breach of my contract… mind you, it would have been a good thing if the managers and staff I sent them to had at least told me I shouldn’t be sending them, I’m not sure if that constituted me having a leg to stand on… maybe it did…lol, I would share the whole sorry story but its too pathetically childish to bother with....lol.