sailorette’s diary - a diary writen by a sailorette for her loved ones to read after returning safely home from sea

I’m going to let you into a little secret. A secret for living. Be ugly.

I was reading lately somewhere about beautiful couples. As soon as a beautiful person goes out with another beautiful person they cancel each other out. Each is no longer beautiful. They are of equal status and forefit their beauty. If a beautiful person goes out with an ugly person, both benifit.

I have never worn much make-up. The times I have it has been more of a ritual event, a bonding experience with my fellow female friends. It is those rare times when I dabble with rouge and paint my lips pink that people remark on my appearance with appreciation. If I looked like this all the time, these people would not remark, they would not notice.

Without makeup, there is potential. Without makeup you are real.

“The worst stratergy I could pursue is self-improvement… My idea is to make ugly work in my favour. Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.” Survivor, p220

“A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn’t there.”

“I wandered through life like a severed head finishing a sentence.”

“‘What is your worst fear?’ the instructor asked, and I answered, ‘That I will finish this course and still be afraid.’”

On Friday the train signal men will go on strike.

“Its actually the signalmen
Perhaps they want a broader range of signals
So they can express themselves better”

Richard Males

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will

And I know that you can’t tell me
And I know that you can’t tell me

So I’m left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I’m left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I didn’t want to be special, I wanted to be myself.

In regards to this

“If not nobody would.”