tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37259506914404033362024-02-19T04:13:37.340-08:00Lullah in WonderlandLondon Word Festival and comedienne, Josie Long have teamed together to create the 'One Hundred Days to Make Me a Better Person' project, where you doing precisely what it says in the title. That is, ONE thing, ONCE a day for ONE hundred days.
This is my pledge: to take a picture that represents my day, accompany it with a word that also represents my day and post it on my blog. So here you are.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-70719463964808606962010-01-04T14:00:00.000-08:002010-01-05T14:08:27.609-08:00[Loss of] FREEDOM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsWbuwPYiYuISoMi8jdqbXgadk5qAdlxrcfqGRVLlvl9ozpQ6vjK1y2g4MA-x_KQZ4SYl523rM7PaRvKnM5t30HW6NMw-rRwnj96CrJ0oEQT22xxZcnFuAE0TT3MRbSU3OdFeqgJjpe0/s1600-h/DSC04610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsWbuwPYiYuISoMi8jdqbXgadk5qAdlxrcfqGRVLlvl9ozpQ6vjK1y2g4MA-x_KQZ4SYl523rM7PaRvKnM5t30HW6NMw-rRwnj96CrJ0oEQT22xxZcnFuAE0TT3MRbSU3OdFeqgJjpe0/s320/DSC04610.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Back to school. Timetabled life started again. Think I am allergic to school. Feel ill when I step through the door. I don't think I am meant to work. I hate being oppressed. I just want to be free to whatever I want...wait, isn't that a song? It was my birthday today too, so think my feelings of depression had something to do with that too. First day of working on my birthday and I hated every second of it.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-28153617019279056372010-01-03T14:18:00.000-08:002010-01-03T14:18:24.701-08:00[Getting] OLDER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqDzVgffI0KTzNwvt7tScLuFyFyVjzxxj8V7ApuZZUYJ7SMtAx064TquLzAY2bSBIbcFqQ4BBxrUp5i7lN0Q9l2yk0PLWR2KnFcLuZUD_PCoFt2nR5X2_9XDq1UkJ9vYIZHHag86f3wg/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqDzVgffI0KTzNwvt7tScLuFyFyVjzxxj8V7ApuZZUYJ7SMtAx064TquLzAY2bSBIbcFqQ4BBxrUp5i7lN0Q9l2yk0PLWR2KnFcLuZUD_PCoFt2nR5X2_9XDq1UkJ9vYIZHHag86f3wg/s320/DSC04551.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow is my birthday. Today has been spent getting depression about being 26 in less than 24 hours. Today, I've been thinking about how old I am getting and how scared it is making me. I always thought that if I was where I wanted i.e. in a happy relationship, on my chosen career path etc (which I am), that I wouldn't care less but I was wrong. I have been harking back to the days where I didn't care about those who judge me, where I was going or what I could expect, which is why I have chosen this image. I think it shows a happy-go-lucky Mel at her best. The reason I am laughing so much in this picture (as my mum always takes great pleasure in telling me) is because the man taking the picture had been spending ages trying to get me to smile, to no avail. He then tripped over the a cord, hurting himself quite badly, to which I pissed myself.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Definitely me at my best!<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-15599199059878451352010-01-02T13:12:00.000-08:002010-01-02T13:12:58.168-08:00Tidy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1S3LZV6OuoekEFgfXBnrcm6bdlwUiAA2PDK0UWinOpGgpdN1-2ad-wqSh9GCfGFIYAt2hjXvgu1hs52UGxpeSa9MNZmW0uotlTsOTALI2lY7XZZMGEENhXhGVBxFV6OwPwo5NNu2Tlqg/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1S3LZV6OuoekEFgfXBnrcm6bdlwUiAA2PDK0UWinOpGgpdN1-2ad-wqSh9GCfGFIYAt2hjXvgu1hs52UGxpeSa9MNZmW0uotlTsOTALI2lY7XZZMGEENhXhGVBxFV6OwPwo5NNu2Tlqg/s320/DSC04605.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tidied the entire house today. Took all day. Very tiring.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">House looks lovely. I don't.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Where's the wine?<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-90898553340718029672010-01-01T05:26:00.000-08:002010-01-02T05:36:19.900-08:00BIKE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoRUj-adFHnnZ0m-9DNN0UYF1wivkrdrqaTojOu3Gq4CLc6-WpXKH133sMR-opLyJH2uEFlSzjT9gltYsIuY7EvJMnHGfrPcdifOZwVtNMfDfyUFj_Aw6MZvBZQyD9AzaDy0vXxh8sm4/s1600-h/DSC04603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoRUj-adFHnnZ0m-9DNN0UYF1wivkrdrqaTojOu3Gq4CLc6-WpXKH133sMR-opLyJH2uEFlSzjT9gltYsIuY7EvJMnHGfrPcdifOZwVtNMfDfyUFj_Aw6MZvBZQyD9AzaDy0vXxh8sm4/s320/DSC04603.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got a bike for Christmas and we spent today putting it together. I haven't been on a bike since...hmm...I can't actually remember when but I only live half an hour fromwhere I work and it sometimes take over an hour for me to get to and from work. Also, I desperately need to get fit, I put on 5lbs since Christmas day which I think is both disgusting and amazing!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't believe the bike was in bits, luckily my fella was on hand to help me put it together as I think if it was just me, I would sit on it and it would fall apart. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-16381724952114112452009-12-31T12:54:00.000-08:002010-01-01T13:02:23.116-08:00[New] BEGINNINGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9rYDIpsZ5e0aC_Fat7hfJ8hFsNtE7H3N5uCJS-ozFUn3khenQHgKg41n6ZuIuj0i7kXIJ3TKcnZYpyHtkq8vUH7h8Ui35FcQdBSPCzvsRPb1KJks7W5bV7QTVy-IljhjSBF36bZR4Cw/s1600-h/DSC04598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9rYDIpsZ5e0aC_Fat7hfJ8hFsNtE7H3N5uCJS-ozFUn3khenQHgKg41n6ZuIuj0i7kXIJ3TKcnZYpyHtkq8vUH7h8Ui35FcQdBSPCzvsRPb1KJks7W5bV7QTVy-IljhjSBF36bZR4Cw/s320/DSC04598.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have big hopes for this year. I have made resolutions.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last year was really hard for me...but I don't want to look back.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This year for me is about being positive and looking forward.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's to 2010. Happy New Year!<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-66935107283672167672009-12-30T13:02:00.000-08:002010-01-01T13:13:27.985-08:00[More] GAMES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">More game playing today. This time of a more intellectuall kind. We were playing with a chess board that I bought him for Peru a year and a half ago. I've never played chess before but I don't think I lost too badly! My head hurt afterwards though.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-82121682194135977272009-12-29T12:51:00.000-08:002010-01-01T13:42:42.319-08:00Shopping!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZshAID2qNDJD0Nl_ePlhyphenhyphen5LL34g_jYY3XjmZHOAZnjXocetXqU6RWmqvu6TG4YPJr1LIJrsJ5WeDBI_OdRml6VOJ9ZlY_PSlMib8dv-Ue8bOQ_Sqz5QEz-NtzlmQ_78OxXQ_2kvVICxU/s1600-h/DSC04602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZshAID2qNDJD0Nl_ePlhyphenhyphen5LL34g_jYY3XjmZHOAZnjXocetXqU6RWmqvu6TG4YPJr1LIJrsJ5WeDBI_OdRml6VOJ9ZlY_PSlMib8dv-Ue8bOQ_Sqz5QEz-NtzlmQ_78OxXQ_2kvVICxU/s320/DSC04602.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today was my mum and my annual shopping trip. It's my birthday next Monday so I always get money for Christmas and my birthday for the shopping trip where mum and I go to Oxford Street. I love it because it's a nice girly day for us and we always have a lovely chat while we are storming through the shop. This year, it was pissing down all day, which made it slightly uncomfortable to get round the streets. Also, I seem to forget every year how crazy sales shoppers are. Got shoved quite a few times and my mum ended up calling one woman a 'bitch'. What happens to women when they see clothes? It was madness, I tells ya!<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-7174056695920319062009-12-28T12:22:00.000-08:002010-01-01T12:36:36.025-08:00Reunion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI11ISx8lg8_h4-ALpjWM0JTfakBMfkbQYUR8BS55Juq5U_MGD0pZYq5p0Z1I3KChw7EuIGQwlYGSkxf_BKanXs-bQCwB_eE4yn5wnYOSYOCK9us1izUD46nnhm2hThWbWhn662TupwTA/s1600-h/DSC04584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI11ISx8lg8_h4-ALpjWM0JTfakBMfkbQYUR8BS55Juq5U_MGD0pZYq5p0Z1I3KChw7EuIGQwlYGSkxf_BKanXs-bQCwB_eE4yn5wnYOSYOCK9us1izUD46nnhm2hThWbWhn662TupwTA/s320/DSC04584.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today was a type of last supper. The fella's brother came back from Cambodia for Christmas (where he has been for the past year and a half) and this was our last supper with him before he went back.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He has made a lovely life for himself out there, got himself a fantastic job as a Games Developer and got himself a Cambodian girlfriend. I think the fella was really sad to see him go but both were incredibly macho about it. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-79944727700342391652009-12-27T12:06:00.000-08:002010-01-01T12:21:43.413-08:00GAMES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPR4BrVyzp4D-8g6lE-useaQx5Jj4aSh47lLumpUT1Xd57JPNlxn-3NwI4sUT6uQXPPgP4qU-99D12PAqFzfanlE_dRM8-umG0_6oSarMJkO_gNVGIPSW-OM8INKFpz2neyhOT5kXgBE/s1600-h/DSC04589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPR4BrVyzp4D-8g6lE-useaQx5Jj4aSh47lLumpUT1Xd57JPNlxn-3NwI4sUT6uQXPPgP4qU-99D12PAqFzfanlE_dRM8-umG0_6oSarMJkO_gNVGIPSW-OM8INKFpz2neyhOT5kXgBE/s320/DSC04589.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have spent every evening since Christmas day playing some kind of board game. When I was younger and used to spend with my immediate family and the festivities were over by the time The Queen's speech had finished and my Grandad was asleep on the sofa. Without being melodramatic, my family didn't really have the 'family' thing down so now that I am part of another family, I am making up for things and really enjoying doing so.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-84811532503080632772009-12-26T05:31:00.000-08:002009-12-27T05:54:57.347-08:00JOKES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The jokes just got worse and worse today. I am having so much fun. Today we played all the board games in the house. Balderdash was the house favourite. Everyone laughed so hard.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the jokes in the crackers. Stupid jokes make me laugh. Or it have been because my blood supply is now more port than blood. I don't know. But who cares? It's Christmas. Oh wait, it's not anymore.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-76029426572870192572009-12-25T23:25:00.000-08:002009-12-26T06:34:41.562-08:00FAMILY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas Day. Cava. Baileys. Port. Good food.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cranium. Wii Sports.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eastenders.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All spent with my fella and his, no, our family.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Good times.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-28993454833148412362009-12-24T06:24:00.000-08:002009-12-26T06:25:23.052-08:00Memories [of me]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I went to my Mum's and she was showing me old photos of me. It was really weird to see how little I have changed. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-90821610874404320442009-12-23T14:45:00.000-08:002009-12-23T14:45:18.860-08:00LOVE [conquers all]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrp9pX4cmXIIFcIoAvMRoV22vFftRE7pZNW-glqoz4yunzXbuzJ4F6VqKtbEyfANZ6JSCDBzUULzqNBrD7BzRYJQCF2PoTBlklAeaK3bgx2DJN1V_eRxq1YYbr_NgdzMKCcVI934-yqqs/s1600-h/DSC04529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrp9pX4cmXIIFcIoAvMRoV22vFftRE7pZNW-glqoz4yunzXbuzJ4F6VqKtbEyfANZ6JSCDBzUULzqNBrD7BzRYJQCF2PoTBlklAeaK3bgx2DJN1V_eRxq1YYbr_NgdzMKCcVI934-yqqs/s320/DSC04529.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I didn't pass my test. I was three questions off passing. I was pretty low when I left the test centre. Initially, I was annoyed with the fella's attempts to cheer me up but when he got me home, made a a few silly faces and a snack for me, I realise I was directing my anger at the wrong person. He always has a way of making me feel better about myself and that things really aren't that bad. I ended up having a lovely day because he was with me. As soppy as it sounds, I know life is beautiful because I have him.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-80944217921644287692009-12-22T15:44:00.000-08:002009-12-22T15:44:27.821-08:00[Self] PITY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOmfUqyzgoPVlVJ4r2BKU8_y-6AhUqa6OMcklEMJER4ZQf-kcGlo4DWtGlmgxoHe_ODZ46DFzztontR8qLm5fYoQoNFfDOueUV0uDhhrYJs_uo-hpvJmnqg9o51vqN60HtlvrOwYbeYc/s1600-h/DSC04521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOmfUqyzgoPVlVJ4r2BKU8_y-6AhUqa6OMcklEMJER4ZQf-kcGlo4DWtGlmgxoHe_ODZ46DFzztontR8qLm5fYoQoNFfDOueUV0uDhhrYJs_uo-hpvJmnqg9o51vqN60HtlvrOwYbeYc/s320/DSC04521.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been revising for something called a Skills Test today. It's a Mathematics test, which I have to passed before I can achieve Qualified Teacher Status (QTS). Maths has never been my strong point, in fact, I hate it. I'd even go as far as to say I have a phobia of it. So as you can imagine, today has not been fun. Early this morning (mornings are when I am at my best), I was getting in the flow, realising I know more than I think I do. But by the end of the day, I was back to self-loathing and pity because I did the online practice test and got more wrong than right. My test is tomorrow morning at 11. I'm shitting bricks. I can repeat this test as many times as I need to until June next year but ideally want it out of the way now so I can concentrate on the things I think actually matter. I am going to bed now filling pretty low about my capabilities.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-87944478303051688702009-12-21T13:39:00.000-08:002009-12-21T13:39:39.805-08:00Innocence :-)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today was full of child-like things. Me and the fella decided to forfeit buying each other presents that we can open on Christmas day this year so that we could buy an black limited edition Wii! It came today and we were like children again, playing Mario Kart, screaming and purposely blocking each other's view.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THEN it snowed! When I told the fella that I had never made a snowman before, he made it his aim to take me outside and make the best snowman the world had ever seen. Instead, we made Steve. He may not be the best but boy, do I love him! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For me, this is what Christmas is about. Being young and silly and appreciating the innocence of this time of year.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-61236989998704268372009-12-20T14:08:00.000-08:002009-12-20T14:08:39.804-08:00One Hundred Days Update - 1/5 of the way there!<div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so I have now been doing this for 20 days and the question is whether I feel like I am better person for taking part.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like I have been forcing myself to step back and take a look at my day and how to categorise it into a picture and a word, in a way that is neither boring nor depressing.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I fell like I have committed myself to look at my days creatively and purposefully for the past twenty days. I am really proud of myself for this.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing I am probably the most proud of myself for is how I have stuck to this every day for the past twenty days. I may not have posted my pictures to my blog every day but I have taken a picture and thought of a word to accompany it.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, yeah. I do think this project is helping me on my way to making me a better person. I'm already a more dedicated, creative and purposeful person and am grateful for that.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-47229779214648439152009-12-20T13:48:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:48:20.368-08:00WRAPPING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSJWvcfLR6A13iJTuDqHyL7t7osFV39hzQDzo6e1y8r9kyhIRF0PG4t8yIFhkZI6vGVuef4L6Pu7ztU6VJ9yyPuF_bN9uvyku7ND3d-8r0uwTRqwmn_bv9KQNHi5PlWq_pS41m6ynYYE/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSJWvcfLR6A13iJTuDqHyL7t7osFV39hzQDzo6e1y8r9kyhIRF0PG4t8yIFhkZI6vGVuef4L6Pu7ztU6VJ9yyPuF_bN9uvyku7ND3d-8r0uwTRqwmn_bv9KQNHi5PlWq_pS41m6ynYYE/s320/DSC04497.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wrapped all the Christmas presents today. A lot less than last year as I have taken a large pay cut while I do my teacher training this year. Still managed to get everyone a litle something so I am pleased. I love wrapping presents, makes me feel very creative and excited in anticipation for the reactions when the person unwraps what they are given. So looking forward to Christmas this year!<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-61969293394212491032009-12-19T12:13:00.000-08:002009-12-19T12:13:10.905-08:00HAPPY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Today I have been stupidly happy. It was the first day of the Christmas holiday. I woke up at 9am and stayed snuggled with the fella in bed untill 11.30. I've felt relaxed and silly all day and even though I'm actually very ill (sod's law), I don't care. I've needed to have this free time with myself and the fella for a long time and the fact that it is Christmas too makes it that bit better. We didn't even leave the house today! I am going to make the most of this break.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-17121680358764022972009-12-18T23:23:00.000-08:002009-12-22T15:45:59.631-08:00SNOW!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafA3muObnELFCrd6yUxigcDDJg_wjiTgjQ9d5z8ybRTtUpx8-nxwOi-SkzCYyzXJSbYo8ONbCpjkBzy5t_0IgjO10Ow1rLJ8HHIds2iWqvRghvoeXVWIfR-s0ttJkl67Ma45MH4JdfKE/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafA3muObnELFCrd6yUxigcDDJg_wjiTgjQ9d5z8ybRTtUpx8-nxwOi-SkzCYyzXJSbYo8ONbCpjkBzy5t_0IgjO10Ow1rLJ8HHIds2iWqvRghvoeXVWIfR-s0ttJkl67Ma45MH4JdfKE/s320/DSC04475.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today it snowed!!! It was beautiful. The kids at school were in their element, throwing snow balls and building snowmen. I felt like a kid again playing with them. It was the perfect way to end the school year. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-41906017475831017232009-12-17T23:59:00.000-08:002009-12-19T04:45:34.445-08:00PARTY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJnrEFGXKqw9SYuAv0x3rpgClsvgQGW06zBrTa4gzMCW0ugM1gj46iFnUDTgqY1g5dOQZzTKxurtH89dajjkM4TnYCF_brKOOVcccKFBIjZ_Sxs9depsaoK-1iYaiGG65r_lspe1SGMw/s1600-h/Mel+xmas+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJnrEFGXKqw9SYuAv0x3rpgClsvgQGW06zBrTa4gzMCW0ugM1gj46iFnUDTgqY1g5dOQZzTKxurtH89dajjkM4TnYCF_brKOOVcccKFBIjZ_Sxs9depsaoK-1iYaiGG65r_lspe1SGMw/s320/Mel+xmas+party.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight we had our Staff Christmas party. I ended up really enjoying myself despite previously feeling that I didn't fit in. I don't know if it was the gallons of wine that I consumed, the vast amounts of food I ate to absorb the alcohol or just the Christmas spirit but I don't think those guys are as bad as I first thought. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-36803069688159516822009-12-16T12:53:00.000-08:002009-12-16T12:53:05.765-08:00COLD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHZUzk8Lt8RkkJUMwLLWbAQU5p-M2zi1a4ddOpygqGopQzwbGEW7pb0Vk-AbjwrZ44zAB2thgQiBwv7GX_3QLRQx4xP_Dqk5hmD_lWkWo9NHQRsfgmbjCFlZrnzSf0TYdU_mwkmTcBzw/s1600-h/DSC04445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHZUzk8Lt8RkkJUMwLLWbAQU5p-M2zi1a4ddOpygqGopQzwbGEW7pb0Vk-AbjwrZ44zAB2thgQiBwv7GX_3QLRQx4xP_Dqk5hmD_lWkWo9NHQRsfgmbjCFlZrnzSf0TYdU_mwkmTcBzw/s320/DSC04445.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My fella came in the house wrapped up to the nines today. It was -1 today and it briefly snowed! He had just walked the 15 minutes from the station to our house. He looks a wee bit sinister but I can assure you that he is not at all, he's lovely! We had a nice snuggle on the sofa when he unwrapped himself from his layers and I made him nice and warm...believe me ;-)<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-74753660458916834332009-12-15T13:03:00.000-08:002009-12-15T13:03:37.573-08:00VISITORS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJf8qV3PeVXt_s1jm-9L2bRBi9ytLKohF95yMkTaAv-2YLMqJ5AI-z5gXshLuGVaTPLffTHLq9GAygmc5yMliEPOGYi0gNVYeY-8mqmvsvXgBHtItGEQ-dVzEA-OVafus_s9L6L1CLm-k/s1600-h/DSC04438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJf8qV3PeVXt_s1jm-9L2bRBi9ytLKohF95yMkTaAv-2YLMqJ5AI-z5gXshLuGVaTPLffTHLq9GAygmc5yMliEPOGYi0gNVYeY-8mqmvsvXgBHtItGEQ-dVzEA-OVafus_s9L6L1CLm-k/s320/DSC04438.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today we've had two visitors from San Francisco, America come to stay with us until Thursday morning. I met one of them when I was travelling in Peru two years ago. I am happy that we have not only kept in contact but that we are still in contact and seeing in each other.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He has brought his friend from university with him. I made them both and the fella a huge pot of chilli and chatted about the differences and similarities of our countries.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been a lovely evening.<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-79301581056196851962009-12-14T13:40:00.000-08:002009-12-14T13:40:32.764-08:00EYES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33fh9bCCdBxIHfuOhjoPRMOUX81JG9YdhXw0dzyF3yk8VkyqM2E0t564VQgvTsi9uwQ9IIl0Sd1hrFXnhMSnF0ujawceeiWPmCbSWO1rSdkVSbQqKYKieek0iy5TGMZAcSZUH-smwwEc/s1600-h/dsc04437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33fh9bCCdBxIHfuOhjoPRMOUX81JG9YdhXw0dzyF3yk8VkyqM2E0t564VQgvTsi9uwQ9IIl0Sd1hrFXnhMSnF0ujawceeiWPmCbSWO1rSdkVSbQqKYKieek0iy5TGMZAcSZUH-smwwEc/s320/dsc04437.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today's image represents a lot of things. I had my eyes opened to some people's behaviour; I realised the people I could trust and those I should be wary of. I also cried today and had to hide this from people. I smiled...but if that person really looked at me, they would have seen that I wasn't smiling with my eyes. It also represents how tired I am feeling. They have been looking bloodshot and baggy recently, I feel like I am in desperate need of a holiday. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-71622352241912684562009-12-13T12:49:00.000-08:002009-12-14T03:43:23.276-08:00(Good) FOOD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-RvF91QAPTt5fjm4rzTtr8cC1PMavvXYz81gaSTfcikN9ajUFa1tsQgZkpzp26QHbNCPjzeQeEK0RTH9yUvKgVu8PEopMg6jmSUjy6Ne5algukWrp1fcJQYfO4NHyODVG3zzJMnfz7Q/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-RvF91QAPTt5fjm4rzTtr8cC1PMavvXYz81gaSTfcikN9ajUFa1tsQgZkpzp26QHbNCPjzeQeEK0RTH9yUvKgVu8PEopMg6jmSUjy6Ne5algukWrp1fcJQYfO4NHyODVG3zzJMnfz7Q/s320/DSC04396.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every Sunday, my mum comes round and joins me and the fella for a Sunday roast. Today I think I outdid myself. Feeling really full and happy now. I love Sunday roast with my family. It manages to keep the Monday blues at bay for that little bit longer. I had a wonderful Sunday and there is nothing like good food to soak up a hangover. <br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06067027732060570006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725950691440403336.post-19092114158571098102009-12-12T23:23:00.000-08:002009-12-13T05:34:48.348-08:00STAMP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-lHwmNNbFHd4U2FuLFIagoUbDB6xKxbSFyX-46FBfsNIIdwA0BoOFci2rCjKLRyTAj_MripeP_bMQco-fR-sPLalK__9enET8gFL6Nn3kqX5-jsT7wuuqP6VOoSgfXoxifjvtPM1-qk/s1600-h/DSC04433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-lHwmNNbFHd4U2FuLFIagoUbDB6xKxbSFyX-46FBfsNIIdwA0BoOFci2rCjKLRyTAj_MripeP_bMQco-fR-sPLalK__9enET8gFL6Nn3kqX5-jsT7wuuqP6VOoSgfXoxifjvtPM1-qk/s320/DSC04433.JPG" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Went out last night with my uni mates and wanted to have an image of the evening.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Most of the image are not post-able because I and my friends were so drunk. However, I thought the stamp on my hand, which was to enable re-entry was so pretty that I thought it was worth using.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It represents my day because I felt free to me today. Being with my uni mates always allows me to feel free to be, free to say anything and free to have fun. Like a butterfly!<br />
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