Monthly Archives: July 2013

The Curiositiless Unknown

A world without curiosity

Begs no question “why?”, nor

Can you tell me what, when?

Do you know how?

Everything would be purposeful, built

For only need and must.

Going to and from places

Hold no explorational pleasure.

If a star turned supernova

Just right before our eyes,

Knowledge about it won’t be sought for.

Landing on the Moon would never occur.

Moon phases not studied.

Nor any record of planets or moons

Out past ours.

People would study for need not regard

Questions would not be asked,

Regard disregarded and

So many things would be unknown.

The sky and beyond would be


Variety would be limited.

Would half the things invented be here?

Xeroxing no holiday photos

Yellow Suns untouched by camera

Zero curiosity leaves a world unknown.


Old Photos, Old Flames

Keeping pictures of an ex partner may seem to some like a desperate attempt at holding on to the past. I have a couple of pictures of a couple of my ex boyfriends in a box with a pile of other old photos of people I may or may not still be in contact with. People who I’ve lost contact with, fallen out with or still see today.

In these pictures, I am only reminded of what good memories I have and I have no intention of rekindling any of my old flames. I am extremely happy in my relationship with Jack but when we were flicking through some photos to find a photo of my dog Rosie to put in a dog themed frame, Jack found himself holding a picture of me and my previous partner.

“Why do you still have this?” He asked.

Because I have no reason to throw it away? Because I’m not a spiteful ex who rips and burns old photos after a difficult breakup? I still have it because every time I look at those smiles on our faces, it reminds me that our breakup doesn’t define us. The end doesn’t sum up those months of ups and downs, smiles and frowns. That relationship wasn’t perfect, but that photo of me and he smiling into the camera reminds me that there were some really good times.

Now, I’ll never purposefully pick out the picture and mourn the inevitability of the end that came, but I will stumble across it when looking through all the others photos in that box of friends, family and ex-boyfriends and I will smile.

I’ll smile of what was.

I’ll smile of what it has made me become.

And I’ll smile, looking forward to many photos of good memories with Jack, thinking about how great life is.

About A Speeding, Swerving Bus

Some might think that a bus ride between towns may be a quiet and more relaxed way to get around, and I suppose that in a middle-of-nowhere-village on a minibus, that might be so. But, no.

My hour and a half bus ride started from a stop outside my house and continued on a smooth main road quite happily. The bus was empty compared to most times bus-ing about so I sat at the top of the double-decker right at the front with my feet on the bar next to my coat and my bag on the seat beside me.

Shortly after going through the outskirts of  a smaller town, the bus hurtled down a pretty narrow road. Parked cars lined the street, tall terraced houses lined the pavement. It was actually quite nerve-racking watching the path of the bus cross over the white lines that marked the boundary between coming and going traffic, narrowly missing the oncoming traffic and closely pasing the parked ones on our side.

The only thing that I think that was worse than that rollercoaster ride of a road was when the bus swerved round a tight corner and me, sat right at the front, fear for my life as the corner of a house, traffic light, bus or lorry narrowly misses the window I am are nervously peering out of!

Sometimes, I think bus drivers enjoy scaring their passengers.

I also don’t understand a bus driver’s reluctance to obeying road rulers. On traffic lights, according to bus drivers:

  • Green means go – yes we all agree on that one
  • Amber means go quicker

My lovely depiction of my local buses

Buses always go through red lights and quite blatantly too. They never stop for the lights – unless there is an obvious danger like other traffic beginning to turn, pedestrians beginning to cross.

I remember one time when I was on a bus and the lights ahead were changing from green to red. There was a car in front and it wasn’t sure if it was going to try to get through or just stop at the lights. Bus being a bus , it sped right up to get through but then had to violently break as the car in front suddenly stopped for the lights just as they turned red. An elderly man near the front nearly went flying out of his seat from the force of braking!

Now, I’m not saying that all bus drivers are stupid road raging maniacs, and I understand that they have schedules to keep, but the safety and sanity of your passengers are at risk!

Thankfully the second half of my journey was along smooth and wide main roads.

I hoped that journey was a little more merciful and thankfully it was.

Return of The Frog Watcher

Another few days with my lovely boyfriend, Jack. Hopefully I’ll get to see those frogs again! 😀

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