tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46879520312492374632024-03-14T13:40:00.108+11:00Cheer Up ButtercupELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-56286141139272578142013-02-21T17:36:00.000+11:002013-02-21T17:36:11.767+11:00hello again.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So i thought it had been even more than two years since I made a blog post, which it has been, and for some reason I have decided to start writing on here again. This could be because i have spent my last two days off sitting at home literally doing nothing, so now, at 5:19pm, i have found something to do that doesn't involve the tv or tumblr. Don't get me wrong tumblr is fine but i find really all I find myself doing on it is reblogging pictures. Here I can write, yes you can do that on tumblr, but nobody cares and blogger seems the place to spill. </span><div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The last time I blogged was the beginning of the dreaded year of the final year at school. Year 12 both sucks butt and is super at the same time. Since then i have finished high school, with what i was very happy with, started at Deakin University studying a Bachelor of Environmental Science, but specifically Environmental Management and Sustainability, I travelled through Siem Reap, Phnom Pehn, Sihanoukville, Cambodia and Saigon, Vietnam, and have since left Deakin to continue studying at The University of Melbourne.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Right now I'm caught between first and second year, and nobody seems to be helping. Each person you ring just refers you to another, it has become quite infuriating, why can't anybody just answer the questions. "I've got them mooo-OOO-oo-OOO-ooo-oo-OO-ves like Jagger". Everybody loves a good pop song. And if not, they should. really. Back to Melbourne. just help me out. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is me trying to get back into blogging, it's definitely not there yet. Just like the storm that brewing above. The thunder has been slowly rumbling for the past half hour, it's like when you need to sneeze and you're like, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, gone. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I really need to find a hobby. Hopefully this will be the start of one.</span></div>
ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-67128866466227593322011-02-04T22:04:00.005+11:002011-02-04T22:08:07.574+11:00side note<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvdlks_c0I/AAAAAAAAARk/o4VUtRckwxU/s1600/PaulHansenpic012.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvdlks_c0I/AAAAAAAAARk/o4VUtRckwxU/s320/PaulHansenpic012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569789001751032642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvdlaJwFAI/AAAAAAAAARc/eIFdAb4zckc/s1600/normal_AlexConnanpic008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvdlaJwFAI/AAAAAAAAARc/eIFdAb4zckc/s320/normal_AlexConnanpic008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569788998918870018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">holy mother of moly<br />matt smith, yes pleeeease<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">;)</span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-55289135764746244832011-02-04T17:35:00.008+11:002011-02-04T22:08:51.540+11:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvaykjnHnI/AAAAAAAAARM/Q8Iw5mI2Q_E/s1600/Picture0556.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvaykjnHnI/AAAAAAAAARM/Q8Iw5mI2Q_E/s320/Picture0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569785926515105394" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bonjour</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">buongiorno</span>, hiya!<br />recently these holidays i found my self in the lands of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">france</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">italy</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">england</span>. this wasn't just for any old reason, my dad is about to turn sixty and to celebrate we travelled parts of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">europe</span> for one whole month. now we are living on beans.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">first stop: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">paris</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">france</span>.</span><br /><br /><br />after 24 bloody hours sitting on an aeroplane we finally landed at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">charles</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">gaulles</span> airport at the nice and early time of 5:55 am. it was still dark. on this day we attempted to walk through our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">jetlag</span> but epic failed and ended up sleeping for five hours then going out for dinner and sleeping again for another 12 hours.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbXmVTwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Arqx9X360g8/s1600/DSC05848.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbXmVTwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Arqx9X360g8/s320/DSC05848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773433271963394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">our hotel, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">citadines</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">les</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">halles</span></span><br /></div><br />so after our seventeen hours of sleep we were are well refreshed and ready for the day. For breakfasts everyday we feasted on the best ham in the world with the best cheese on baguette <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">yuuu</span>-um. on our first "proper" day we went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">pompidou</span> centre, a modern art gallery, and saw the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">arman</span> collection. parts of it were rubbish, (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">litterally</span> one of his focuses was on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">decomposing</span> rubbish, no joke)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbFYHenI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hbnWdlaODrM/s1600/DSC05871.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbFYHenI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hbnWdlaODrM/s320/DSC05871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773428380498546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Pompidou</span> Centre<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">new years eve</span> was the day of our special lunch for my dads birthday. my auntie just so happened to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">travelling</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">france</span> at the same time as well as my cousin living in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">europe</span> so we all went out to a restaurant called Au Pied <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Cochon</span> which translates as the foot of the pig, which my dad actually ate for his main. But before this terrific lunch we went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">musee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">rodain</span> full of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">some</span> of the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">exquisite</span> sculptures made by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">rodain</span> and some works of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">camille</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">claudel</span>. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">musee</span> is the home of the famous Thinker.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbk_KyhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/W--TeZLbLW8/s1600/DSC05913.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPbk_KyhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/W--TeZLbLW8/s320/DSC05913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773436865792530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">i'm</span> thinking, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">i'm</span> thinking<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPcCWZbeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEusTS5TV5Y/s1600/DSC05956.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPcCWZbeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SEusTS5TV5Y/s320/DSC05956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773444747849186" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPb1hr-mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JSM3i6TjrVE/s1600/DSC05921.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvPb1hr-mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JSM3i6TjrVE/s320/DSC05921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569773441305541218" border="0" /></a><br />that night we went to the church near where we were staying and saw the performance of The Violins of France who, even though the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">violin</span> is not exactly my favourite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">instrument</span>, were absolutely incredible. We then braced ourselves for the crowds of thousands heading to the champs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">elysees</span>. it was like a mosh pit there were so many people. we walked the length up and back and then walked up to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">eiffel</span> tower to see the display. here they had no fireworks just simply lit up the tower and made it sparkle. for me i was quite happy with this as so much money is spent and wasted on fireworks every year, not to mention the impacts they have of the environment. to get home we had to catch the train with 54156563 other people who were also making use of the free metro that night.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUrTburI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AorzEPlpBZs/s1600/paris%2B2011%2B111.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUrTburI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AorzEPlpBZs/s320/paris%2B2011%2B111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569782114395339442" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">le</span> tour <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">eiffel</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">new years day</span>. today wherever we went we never had much luck with anything being open because it was the first of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">jan</span>, we tried the grand <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">palais</span> which was open but had a two hour wait in which there was no way we were waiting in, we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">triedto</span> see napoleons tomb but it was closed and we also tried the shops down in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">sait</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">michel</span> but most of them were closed as well. what we did do was again walk up the champs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">elysees</span> which was filled with little stalls all up and down the road. it was here where we ate the mother of all kebabs for lunch, no kidding they were massive.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUHzX0mI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SCXR9UFpdl4/s1600/DSC06027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUHzX0mI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SCXR9UFpdl4/s320/DSC06027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569782104865624674" border="0" /></a></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">it's so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">biiiiiiiiiiiig</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUUpsKiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rBZhkaL8B-s/s1600/DSC06024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXUUpsKiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rBZhkaL8B-s/s320/DSC06024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569782108314675746" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">one of the many cute little stalls<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DISNEYLAND DAY.</span> My cousin and her boyfriend were cool enough to take me and my sister to the wonderfully magical place that is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">eurodisney</span> which was AWESOME. we started off with space mountain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">which</span> was the best ride i have ever been on. it was pitch black the whole time but there were holograms of stars/planets/asteroids so it felt you were travelling through space. we went on buzz <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">lightyears</span> laser blast where you had to shoot the evil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">zurg</span> signs whilst spinning around our own carriage. I scored over 600,000, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">greta</span> scored just over 100,000 so as a team we lost. then we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">waited</span> in line for BIG THUNDER MOUNTAIN (caps <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">necessary</span>) which was way better than any of us could remember. the ride went for ages around the mountain as well as inside the mountain where you could not see a thing .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXU1TE9yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ESwDTUuc4nY/s1600/P1010001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXU1TE9yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ESwDTUuc4nY/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569782117078202146" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">BIIG</span> THUNDER MOUNTAIN<br /></span></div><br />after we braved the phantom manor which was really well done and then went on the double loop-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">de</span>-loop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">rollercoaster</span> that was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">indiana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">jones</span>..dramatic pause... and the temple of peril which again was awesome.we then found a tree which we thought was Peter Pans but it turned out it was some family called the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">robinsons</span> but we just pretended it was peter pans. Now was the time that we entered fantasy land where we span and span in mad hatter's teacups after squishing 5 adult size people into one tiny teacup.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXVFbGHPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W2TJfLDLtgI/s1600/P1010006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TUvXVFbGHPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/W2TJfLDLtgI/s320/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569782121406799090" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>lanterns above the teacups</span><br /></div><br />then it was it's a small world which was majorly cute and we found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">australia</span> who was represented by a kangaroo and an aborigine. before we left we went on space mountain again and watched the parade.<br />Once back near our apartment it was 11 o'clock and we hadn't eaten since 12 so we had a quick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">maccas</span> run. in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">paris</span> we had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">maccas</span>. it was a brilliant day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">next stop: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" style="font-size:78%;">venice</span><span style="font-size:78%;">!</span></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-63085108552813930372010-11-20T21:47:00.001+11:002010-11-20T21:47:47.662+11:00on a rolllllllllll.so for the second night in a row i have found myself writing a blog, wowzers.<br /><br />so school's out on friday. <span style="font-weight: bold;">hallelujah</span>. then soon i will be in the wonderfully glorious country that is europe, which i will blog about, for an entire month. squeeeee. but then alas when i return i will be going into what is my final year of high school. the big one. what all this has built up to. the dreaded pressures of year bloody twelve. but on the plus side there's the common room and being top of the school. even though it sounds horrible but i do, a little bit, like having the power of making people move in the corridors or up the stairs so that i can get through cue evil laughter, not really. but seriously, i think this power is going to my head. poor little year seven's. it's funny to think that, when in year seven, i looked at the year twelves and pretty much saw these smart adults who did copious amounts of homework in really difficult subjects. pffft. yeah. whatever. adults? what was i thinking? i still act as though i'm thirteen, and homework? what homework? i don't remember doing much of that this year. and as for mature, i think the picture speaks for itself.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOemYb_6GqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SO8mrRA4T-g/s1600/DSC05234.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOemYb_6GqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SO8mrRA4T-g/s320/DSC05234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541580805265562274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">secretly i'm still a little year seven on the inside.<br /></span></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-35438029652981709162010-11-19T17:50:00.002+11:002010-11-19T18:08:16.835+11:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOYhvLJct5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AdDvlCzh6DE/s1600/5186336124_eedaec9223_z_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOYhvLJct5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AdDvlCzh6DE/s400/5186336124_eedaec9223_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541153485855963026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">and it's flippin' awesome.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">and i must admit i have a crush on tom felton and rupert grint. </span></span><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-88067689631764161072010-11-19T16:57:00.003+11:002010-11-19T17:48:25.014+11:00mmmmm mexican<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOYbqcLHQwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WXSxAhKpYjk/s1600/DSC05736.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TOYbqcLHQwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WXSxAhKpYjk/s320/DSC05736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541146807457235714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so the other night was my sisters birthday. i am now the sister to a fourteen year old. weird. but anyway she decided she wanted to have a mexican fiesta for her birthday dinner filled with tacos and enchiladas overflowing with mince, cheese, lettuce, guacamole taco sauce and mounds of sour creams. mmm sour cream. anyway me, being the brilliant person that i am, came up with the idea to make it a real fiesta and dress up with ponchos and moustaches. so that's what we did. mum and i went to spotlight and bought material to which we cut holes in for our heads and bought black face paint for our moustaches. when we came out my sister burst out laughing and was scared that people would see us throught the windows.ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-41614686306046841862010-09-08T17:56:00.018+10:002010-09-09T20:42:56.433+10:00long time no see<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">why hello there, remember me? i am sorry for neglecting you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inter</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">net</span>, i have missed talking to you, i just haven't had the time to write to you. not really my life is just so uninteresting and i am lazy.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />so ages ago i was given a blog award! holy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">moly</span>! it was given t</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> me by this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amazing</span> person <a href="http://daydreamsandrambles.blogspot.com/">LAURA</a> ♥</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdCi1oSwUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vban8UK-SDE/s1600/blog_award.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdCi1oSwUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vban8UK-SDE/s320/blog_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514449435017527618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />The rules of the tag are:</span> <b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></b><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1.</b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Post who</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> gave you this award</span><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2.</b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> State 10 things you like</span><br /><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3.</b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Give this award to 10 other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bloggers</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(b</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ut</span> i can't do this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">because</span> i do not </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">know of any *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sadfac</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">e*)</span> and notify them with a comment</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so as i have already answered 1. here are 10 things that i like, enjoy</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">un</span>: HARRY POTTER</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdYUEvqptI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XleQnkWlQ2M/s1600/tumblr_l160o1gW6P1qzerjgo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdYUEvqptI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XleQnkWlQ2M/s320/tumblr_l160o1gW6P1qzerjgo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514473370632758994" border="0" /></a></b></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i love starting to read one of them and then look to check the time and wow 2 hours has gone past. i love </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">getting lost in the book and being invite</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">d into another world and not caring abut anything outside because you are in that world.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">deux</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">youtube</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIi3k-BwNZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QyTg_DcW85Q/s1600/Charlie11-e1266744831540.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIi3k-BwNZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QyTg_DcW85Q/s320/Charlie11-e1266744831540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514859589468698002" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">charlie<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span 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ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">PJ</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><br /></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">these are 4 of the people that i love to watch. and if you can't watch all of them watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">pj</span>, his videos are amazing, i always look forward to watching one of his creations they are truly great. when i watch them they make me feel so, i can't explain it, but i love it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">trois</span>: creepy trees<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdpJ5BOhnI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZEwT5Z1hV4I/s1600/3376355681_f1692ac5e0.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIdpJ5BOhnI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZEwT5Z1hV4I/s320/3376355681_f1692ac5e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514491887384168050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I love the way the the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">branches</span> and twigs intertwine it looks magical.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">quatre</span>: television<br /></span>i thought about having a point for each <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">tv</span> show but there would be too many, i c</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">onfess</span> i am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">tv</span> junkie, so i am going to make a list here :) in no particular order:<br /><br /></span><ul style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">NCIS</span></li><li>Merlin</li><li>Rush</li><li>White Collar</li><li>Doctor Who</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Torchwood</span></li><li>Skins</li><li>Top Gear</li><li>Glee</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Spicks</span> and Specks</li><li>United States of Tara</li><li>Miss Marple</li><li>Poirot</li><li>Burn Notice</li><li>Malcolm in the Middle</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">just to name a few</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">cinq</span>: la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">famille</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">now i know it's not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">cooool</span> or whatever to be seen out with your parents in public when you're 17 (because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">i'm</span> 17 in three days!) but i quite enjoy the co</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">mpany</span> of my family. of course they can annoy the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">bejeebers</span> out of me but i love them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">numéro</span> six: food<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIidCz4LGJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Q9s9QisMh6k/s1600/Spaghe-Bolog_793727c.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIidCz4LGJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Q9s9QisMh6k/s320/Spaghe-Bolog_793727c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514830415326288018" border="0" /></a></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>food glorious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">foooooooooooood</span>. yum yum in my tum. i know i am</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> only young but yes i am a bit of a food snob. both my parents but mostly my dad are real f</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">oodies</span> so when we go out for dinner it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">goooood</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">i'll</span> eat just about anything in any cuisine except for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">li</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">ke</span> liver and shit like that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">japanese</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">indian</span>, middle eastern, french, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">italian</span>, south <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">african</span> you name it, i like it. except tomato. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">ew</span>. and i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">flippin</span>' hate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">masterchef</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">sept</span>: the mighty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">melbourne</span> demons<br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIisUiQF-aI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LlkUzMgnu00/s1600/n602843407_2366284_6655082.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIisUiQF-aI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LlkUzMgnu00/s320/n602843407_2366284_6655082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514847212506839458" border="0" /></a></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">cale</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">morton</span> 10 ♥<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i. love. them. i will always go to watch them play (when i can) no matter how bad they play or how low they are on the ladder. to all those people who gave up on them and left shame on you. this season has been great though, missed out on the finals but here's hoping for next year.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">huit</span>: my friends or lack of</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />you know when you're telling a story and you say "oh yeah my friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">da</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">dada</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">da</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">da</span>" and it's never usually your friend but it's just easier than explaining who this person is well that happens a lot to me. i only have few close friends, i mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">i'm</span> not a complete loner i talk with quite a lot of people at my school but really when i think about it i only have one really close friend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">neuf</span>: volcanoes</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIixQcEgPVI/AAAAAAAAAME/CsJn_IeYhow/s1600/DSC02739.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TIixQcEgPVI/AAAAAAAAAME/CsJn_IeYhow/s320/DSC02739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514852639686278482" border="0" /></a>Mt. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">Yasur</span>, Vanuatu 2010 - i took this photo, that is how close we were to falling in.</b></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></b></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>not the outcome of them but i find them really interesting. in </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">july</span> last year i had the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">amazing</span> experience of climbing a live volcano in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">Vanutatu</span>. i was one of the most terrifying, magical, mind-blowing things of my life. before we went we had to sign a form saying that if we fell in/died then it was the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">responsibility</span> of the hotel, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">haha</span>. we then set off on the bumpiest road trip in the back of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">ute</span> for 2 hours, and once we reached the volcano we climbed it. there were no railings or anything <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">like</span> that one step and you were in the lava. every couple of minutes there would be a rumble and there would be a mini explosion of lava.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">numéro</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">dix</span>: music</span><br /><br />i am never without my trusty friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">mr</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">ipod</span>. when you find that song that just expresses the exact mood your in is the best feeling. there is a song for everything. music says things that people can't and is always there.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i promise it won't be as long until my next post.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">au</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">revoir</span> mes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">amies</span> x</span></span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-67677305572309019272010-08-05T20:17:00.011+10:002010-08-05T21:45:15.801+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqjynXbTYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O7EzBnnHFYM/s1600/Picture0518.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqjynXbTYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O7EzBnnHFYM/s320/Picture0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501889984742509954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hello world of the internet :)<br />so by tomorrow at school i have to have my year 12 subjects chosen and finalised. i have no idea what i want to do after school and telling me that i have to choose the subjects that will get me into and stop me from getting into courses right now is a bit ridiculous.<br />on another note here are some pictures i have taken with my SLR :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqiEo1-F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OrES_JoAyHw/s1600/DSC04077.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqiEo1-F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OrES_JoAyHw/s320/DSC04077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501888095353444194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqatOx8AZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jiW9lRwZ5ZU/s1600/DSC03818.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqatOx8AZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jiW9lRwZ5ZU/s320/DSC03818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501879996638822802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">mmmm left over fish batter</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqdImzJBuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ElzTEU68BM/s1600/DSC03862.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqdImzJBuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1ElzTEU68BM/s320/DSC03862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501882665966044898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqYO3yvYeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QBZbhxmAxtE/s1600/DSC03816.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqYO3yvYeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QBZbhxmAxtE/s320/DSC03816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501877276048843234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">the most gorgeous dog in the world</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqd-gn6XQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6hX041n6K6o/s1600/DSC03927.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqd-gn6XQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6hX041n6K6o/s320/DSC03927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501883592021269762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">my sister</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqf3dEZu-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2sjpEpL20Dw/s1600/DSC03993.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqf3dEZu-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2sjpEpL20Dw/s320/DSC03993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501885669831195618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">carn the mighty deeeees!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqe2-cHa1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4zdWDMNDUUI/s1600/DSC04002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TFqe2-cHa1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/4zdWDMNDUUI/s320/DSC04002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501884562097531730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >adios amigos x</span><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-38176980621921208712010-07-23T21:35:00.002+10:002010-07-23T21:47:19.409+10:00!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so today my dad brought home a digital SLR Sony A309 heck yes!</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TEmADwxOnSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZLAKpURZ7uA/s1600/1518864.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TEmADwxOnSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZLAKpURZ7uA/s200/1518864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065622301744418" border="0" /><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">that is all.</span><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-9476755161062992542010-07-18T17:52:00.004+10:002010-07-22T17:36:58.440+10:00gloooom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TEfyeXJFAaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ho3bkIgvuAI/s1600/Picture0494.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TEfyeXJFAaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ho3bkIgvuAI/s320/Picture0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496628473651069346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />right at this very moment i am meant to be writing my 600-800 worded newspaper article for my english SAC of which i have written 0 words so far, so i thought i'll write a blog. because that seems logical.<br /><br />so school went back for me this week, stupid public school short 2 week holidays. and i cannot believe it has only been one week! it already feel as though school has been back for at least a month. i think i am going to <span>be no more, be taken, breathe one's last, cease to exist, conk,</span><span> croak, decease, demise, depart, drop, </span><span>drop off, drown, </span><span>expire, finish, </span><span>i've up the ghost, go way of all flesh, kick the bucket, perish, </span><span>relinquish life, succum</span><span>b, suffocate, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">die </span>as i am remembering that there is still around 9 weeks left of this term and then another 3981563284789 after that.<br /><br />i'm sure you will be happy to know that i am up to 346 words now.<br /><br />493.<br /><br /><br />so it's been almost 72 hours since i started writing this and don't worry i finished my english. i'm sorry i haven't written in ages it's just i've had nothing really to write about.<br /><br />i have noticed on facebook that people are always posting status like "i can't go on" what's the point in trying" and depressing lyrics. seriously shut the fuck up you are depressing my newsfeed. you'd think that they'd understand that nobody really cares and that there attention seeking scheme hasn't worked because nobody comments on them.<br /><br />i mean if you really are unhappy disregard that last part and i'm and truly sorry if you are here's a smiley face for you: :) ♥<br /><br />but seriously otherwise i would love you to leave my newsfeed alone.<br /><br />that was bitchy. talking about bitchy, i have discovered over the years that girls are so mean. what makes us this way, why do we feel the need to be so mean! it's horrible. at school i was eavesdropping, don't judge me you do it too, and anyway for the whole 50 minutes these girls were just bitching about another girl. and yes this girl had done some things wrong but what the other two girls were saying behind her back was just low. now i'm not going to lie i've done my fair share of bitching but i have also been on the other end with girls bullying me. it never stops. there will always be someone who ruins everything. we just need to stop and think. bullying really affects people and it's a horrible feeling if it's being done to you. what kind of people feel better about themselves but bring others down. horrible horrible horrible.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span><br /><br />and could the fruitlooping sun come back, i mean i am loving the winterness but i think my body is turning into ice i need to be thawed out.</span><br /><span></span></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-74625448400515847632010-07-04T21:55:00.011+10:002010-07-05T11:43:49.311+10:00recent happenings.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as you can see i have failed dismally at writing a blog every day for thirty days. i apologise. and as it has been forever since we last spoke i thought i would inform you on my riveting life on which i have not blogged about.</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />one.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> pinch and a punch for the first of the month for four days ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >two.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> fuck yeah holidays. </span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >wow i swore on the internets for the first time that's how excited i am about this. the reason i never type swearing really is silly, even though while speaking out loud i do swear when i type it, to me, it just seems way harsher, anyway there's my reason.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCB7JiVCGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KNsg-uTVoGI/s1600/gfon89l.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCB7JiVCGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KNsg-uTVoGI/s320/gfon89l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490030798936803426" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >three.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > my hair is partially "rich burgundy" which is fading now</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCDjF5jUpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JkzR3EpIONI/s1600/ryfhk.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCDjF5jUpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JkzR3EpIONI/s320/ryfhk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490032584666862226" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >check out ma paiiint skiilllllllllllllz</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >four.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > i bought my formal dress :D</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCD8Rk60BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yqI-qlgov5w/s1600/HighRoller_MED.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCD8Rk60BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yqI-qlgov5w/s320/HighRoller_MED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490033017298276370" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">sass and bide - half price! so worth it :D</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >five. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">DOCTOR WHO!</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCEcbUzbSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GHsKkJVb_p0/s1600/DrWho.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCEcbUzbSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GHsKkJVb_p0/s320/DrWho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490033569670851874" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this holidays obsession. (previous holidays obsessions - malcolm in the middle, the oc, gossip girl, merlin, ncis, skins) in my own tradition of having an obsession of a TV show every holidays the newest addition is doctor who. i really don't mean it but my mum pointed out to me that this occurs every holidays. this week i watched the whole second series. i haven't watch the first, you see i started with the david tennant one's. and in relation to my last post about crying. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >spoiler alert</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >. <span style="font-size:100%;">while watching the finale, the doctor and rose were separated forever, it was so sad! i was crying of course. that day we had people working on our roof and as soon as it had finished they walked in saying they were leaving while i was sobbing in my pj's watching doctor who. it. was. embarrassing.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >six.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > i am seeing eclipse tomorrow. my sister didn't like it but she told me that she saw the preview for harry potter and the deathly hallows. i think i am more excited to see a two and a half minute clip of harry potter than 124 minutes of eclipse.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCJxgtISsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M23oomcV6NA/s1600/tumblr_l3fmxedCor1qzkrj1o1_500_large.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TDCJxgtISsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/M23oomcV6NA/s320/tumblr_l3fmxedCor1qzkrj1o1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490039429450451650" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >there you have it.</span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-48088744382932078802010-06-29T12:07:00.001+10:002010-06-29T12:09:06.561+10:00Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows Official HD Trailer<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">holy guacamole.</span><br /></div><br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9hXH0Ackz6w/hqdefault.jpg");" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hXH0Ackz6w&hl=en_GB&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hXH0Ackz6w&hl=en_GB&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-68662434557171048472010-06-27T20:49:00.005+10:002010-06-27T23:20:39.952+10:00cinq. grey's, skins, ice age, titanic and of course harry.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCdPPfmwjdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TWfuU4XbPj0/s1600/Picture04880.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCdPPfmwjdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TWfuU4XbPj0/s200/Picture04880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487441798574935506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i know i haven't blogged in two days, it's disgraceful, i made a promise and i broke it. i am sorry. and this one will be shit because i slept for 4 hours last night. you know i was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">partayyyying</span> hard while the rents were out. hardcore. <span style="font-size:85%;">really me and my friends watched the whole first season of glee in one night.</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />crying. i think i do it too often. sometimes for no reason at all a wash of sadness will come over me and the tiniest of things can set of the water works. this happened the other day in fact when someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de-friended</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span>. silly really. but if i really need to cry all i have to do is watch any movie or even t.v show. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> such a pansy. in every episode of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grey's</span> anatomy someone passed away which was so sad, so of course i cried, i no longer watch the show now. skins was another one that brought me to tears on a number of occasions. i cried in ice age, you know when they think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">diego</span> (the tiger) is dead, my 9 year old self cried her heart out, pretty sure i still would. nothing, though, compares to the titanic, it is the saddest movie of them all. while me and my friend ally were watching it, she had never seen it, we were bawling, not just a few tears but streams and streams pouring down our faces while sobbing into our tissues. we're not watching it again. even while reading a book i have begun to cry. in new moon (<span style="font-size:85%;">yes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i've</span> read the twilight saga, i liked it but </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >harry potter rules all</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">) when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">edward</span> left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">bella</span> in the woods i shed a few tears but nothing like i did whilst reading harry potter and the deathly hallows. there was so many deaths: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">remus</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">tonks</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hedwig</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">fred</span>, mad eye, and as harry was walking to his death the words his parents spoke to him made me cry. what affected me most though was the death of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">dobby</span> the house elf. while reading the images of harry digging the elf's grave and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dobby's</span> cute little elf face were pictured in my head and i found myself once again blubbering away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i think it's good though, to have a cry every once in a while, just to let everything out and have a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ol</span>' fashioned cry, even for no reason at all.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCdK9I4iTZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mTf13Rw4oaE/s1600/tumblr_kuet6a5iM61qzamebo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCdK9I4iTZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mTf13Rw4oaE/s400/tumblr_kuet6a5iM61qzamebo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487437085191327122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">gets me every time.</span><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-27134689088774944892010-06-24T21:34:00.010+10:002010-06-24T22:11:26.151+10:00quatre. photographs.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">last term in media we had to choose a topic and represent them like they are in the media. working at a café i figured coffee would be a good one. after the whole process of taking the pictures and processing it at school the film decided to come out clear. so then as i was short on time i had to take digital photos instead. here was the end result:</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNHLBMeW2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q-Spqnn3V2g/s1600/IMGP1310.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNHLBMeW2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q-Spqnn3V2g/s320/IMGP1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486307025692285794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">where the coffee beans began.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNHfI5eZ1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oY9ziXHfN-o/s1600/IMGP1288.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNHfI5eZ1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oY9ziXHfN-o/s320/IMGP1288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486307371357464402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the wonderful <a href="http://daydreamsandrambles.blogspot.com/">laura</a> at her coffee machine</span>,<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNIg4K4hoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-wQt9TIG_6o/s1600/IMGP1296.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNIg4K4hoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-wQt9TIG_6o/s320/IMGP1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486308500738442882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >and her creations,</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNIyccgyHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jpKSJ3EHhAw/s1600/IMGP1340.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNIyccgyHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jpKSJ3EHhAw/s320/IMGP1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486308802533836914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and artwork</span>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNJIWZM_sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5nmr_2Y5F1w/s1600/IMGP1246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNJIWZM_sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5nmr_2Y5F1w/s320/IMGP1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486309178866466498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />a 13 year old drinking coffee?</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNJr6tItpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cW7_pf5zVD8/s1600/IMGP1316.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCNJr6tItpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cW7_pf5zVD8/s320/IMGP1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486309789909169810" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >and the end of the journey of what used to be a coffee bean.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >e</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /></div><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-46932473225014850042010-06-23T19:54:00.004+10:002010-06-24T16:25:15.994+10:00trois. silence is deafening.<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCH6Hy_iVJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yXaRt7IUxH4/s1600/tumblr_kx7oasFJg21qze11co1_500_large.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCH6Hy_iVJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yXaRt7IUxH4/s200/tumblr_kx7oasFJg21qze11co1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485940832968266898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">music. it can make you feel happy when you're sad or just let you feel what you need to feel. without music i would be lost. music for me is almost everything whatever mood i'm in there is always something to listen to on my best friend trusty mr. ipod. music is always playing in the background and in a way comforting me. music has been there when people haven't. i owe so much to music. i may have bad hearing when i'm older but hey, that won't stop me and my ipod. too bad the radio has a habit of ruining perfectly good songs. except triple j. which i have begun to listen to more. there they play a range of different music not just boppy techno-ised stuff. i enjoy listening to all the non-mainstream music for a change, it's nice.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so i ask what does music mean to you?<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">la musique.</span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-55286273504271746702010-06-22T21:38:00.008+10:002010-06-22T22:26:35.685+10:00deux. moi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCCrw7WB5GI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TForsUJRSW4/s1600/me+greta.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TCCrw7WB5GI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TForsUJRSW4/s320/me+greta.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485573203189425250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hello, nice to meet you, my name is ella (the older one in the picture). i have the cutest dog in the world and a psycho cat. my life consists of school, basketball and working at Our Kitchen Table (go there it's great!). that's pretty much it. once i find something/someone i like i obsess over it; harry potter, youtube vloggers (charlie, alex, mac to name a few), malcolm in the middle, glee, the midnight beast. the list goes on.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">don't tell me a blonde joke, i've heard them all. as soon as my hair starts changing i will dye it, maybe something radical like jet black or fiery red. i hardly ever wear make up i do not see the point. i could never not eat, food is just too good. i have a tendency to speak french but if you ask me to say something in french i won't. i will not do something because everyone is doing it i will do something i want to. i am a bit of an environmentalist. i watch too much t.v. i seem to be pretty pessimistic although i don't mean to. my room looks like a bomb hit it. i do not drink or smoke. whenever i can i go to the MCG to watch my melbourne demons play, they. are. amazing. i have vegemite on toast pretty much every morning. i could not live without my ipod. seriously. i wish i could play a musical instrument. my favourite colour is red. i am just thinking up random facts to make this longer :) </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">peace</span> ♥.</span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-27288859836912703692010-06-21T18:20:00.007+10:002010-06-21T20:40:22.703+10:00une. saving lives<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so there's this challenge that i have been told to do which is to write a blog everyday for the next 30 days and it seems as though many people are doing this so i though i would jump on the bandwagon and do it too. i'm hoping these will be interesting as holidays are coming up so i will have plenty of time to write them whether or not there will be plenty of content to write about is a diffent story, but here goes.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />today i saved lives. i didn't go into a burning buliding or save someone from a wreckage or anything<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TB8qOV9SDkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/98Mx78DaoIQ/s1600/Blood_bank.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TB8qOV9SDkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/98Mx78DaoIQ/s200/Blood_bank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485149297061269058" border="0" /></a> amazing like that all i did was donate blood. it took the whole of 5 and a half minutes to extract 470mls of blood from my puny arm. just by doing this someone is alive and it was so simple. then this afternoon i read that only 1 out of 30 people donate blood when 1 in 3 of us will need it. seeing this statistic upset me a bit, i understand that not everyone can donate but there are still millions who can who do not. only one in thirty people are donating blood! that is not enough. we need to suck it up and give back. so what you have to have a needle, toughen up. when that needle is going in imagine all those people in accidents or with cancer and what they are going through, they need our help and i am proud to say i have, and will, continue to give blood when i can. so should you. just think when looking at the bruise someone is alive because of you. it's a great feeling.<br /><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-91265678841550478552010-06-16T18:06:00.007+10:002010-06-16T20:11:06.344+10:00the demons and harry potter.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so i realised it's been a week since i wrote me last blog so i thought i should probably write one now, but the thing is my life has been so utterly uneventful that i don't really have that much to say.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">so it was the long weekend and i went to the football on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">monday</span></span> to see the mighty mighty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">deez</span></span> play against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">collingwood</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(i have a joke: what has 100 legs and 4 teeth? the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">collingwood</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cheer squad</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">budoom</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chhhh</span></span>) </span>in the queens birthday clash. it. was. a. draw. oh. my. god. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i've</span></span> been going to the football since i was four and never ever ever have i seen a draw. i mean it's great we didn't lose but still a draw, really, why couldn't we have just won! it was interesting though, at the end we were all like what do we do? neither of the songs are played and all the players looked like they had just lost the game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TBiMIQAKXkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wLtadEFbZBE/s1600/svCOLL4-600x400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TBiMIQAKXkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wLtadEFbZBE/s320/svCOLL4-600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483286619686067778" border="0" /></a>so pretty much what happened was when the siren went everyone just got up and left. it was so weird.<br /><br />i also read harry potter and the deathly hallows again. it was epic. i cried. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I LOVE HARRY POTTER</span>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TBihPK8EI4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GZkHRlhd3lk/s1600/Picture0466.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TBihPK8EI4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GZkHRlhd3lk/s320/Picture0466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483309828329972610" border="0" /></a> the harry potter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wizarding</span> world theme park has its grand opening tomorrow but alas it's a million kilometres away in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">orlando</span></span> and they are telling me it's going to cost way more than i have in the bank to go to this magical world which sucks. but on a positive note harry potter and the deathly hallows part one in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">november</span></span> :) bloody twilight saga pushing all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hp's</span></span> back. we all know harry potter is hands down just overall more awesome than twilight don't get me wrong though i read the saga and i enjoyed it and i don't mind the movies but still harry potter rules all full stop. no matter how upset down you're feeling harry will always make it better.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">as the wise professor </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Albus</span></span><em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></em><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Percival </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Wulfric</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Brian </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Dumbledore</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> said- "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">love x</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><em></em></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-26324810601234496102010-06-09T17:16:00.008+10:002010-06-09T18:14:08.362+10:00rebellious<div style="text-align: justify;">hi hi :) so ohmygoodness harry potter and the deathly hallows trailer!!!!! (multiple exclamation points needed)<br /><br />if you didn't know already, you know now that i am probably the least rebellious teenager ever. i really just don't see the point in making my parents mad, i mean call me crazy but i actually like and respect my parents, i wouldn't just go out and do something because they told me not to. i don't understand why people do it? i mean don't they feel bad? i know i feel terrible if i felt i've done something wrong, like once i snuck out with my friend and we got caught and she didn't feel anything at all but i felt so bad and my mum wasn't even angry at me . i pretty much fail as a teenager haha. but i really would like to know what possesses people to be "rebellious". the most rebellious thing i have done is get my ear pierced up the top and a second one on my lobe to which i told/asked my mum if i could do it anyway. i am really excited because i got the second one in my <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TA9KHoUb6SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8h5yRaU5tV8/s1600/Picture0454.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 55px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TA9KHoUb6SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8h5yRaU5tV8/s200/Picture0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480680766475856162" border="0" /></a>lobe done today so now because i am hardcore i have three piercings in one ear. and that's how exciting my life gets. ohyeah.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">x.<br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-37733941183353376912010-06-02T18:44:00.000+10:002010-06-04T23:20:54.482+10:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hello, bonjour, hey, howdy, hi, yo yo, what's crackalackin'? ever wished you went to hogwarts? opened your wardrobe in hope to find a magical world behind the door? become a dragonrider? how awesome would that be, i'll tell you, supercalafragalisticexpialadotious awesome. i</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj84TiItiI/AAAAAAAAADA/XFh5x-vqeFM/s1600/hogwarts.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj84TiItiI/AAAAAAAAADA/XFh5x-vqeFM/s200/hogwarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478906990942533154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> have often dreamt about pulling out </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my wand to help protect myself and my fellow three best friends h</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">arry ron and hermione or gallavanting around Nar</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nia with lucy, susan, peter and edmund and flying dragons with eragon. the other night actually i had a dream that ron </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj4Q0qsI6I/AAAAAAAAACY/zDy7yIfxhtM/s1600/eragon-and-saphira-eragon-3977894-716-474.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj4Q0qsI6I/AAAAAAAAACY/zDy7yIfxhtM/s200/eragon-and-saphira-eragon-3977894-716-474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478901914595500962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">weasly was my boyfriend and he was coming to pick me up from my h</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ouse so we could go to hogwarts together but i had to finish packing my trunk and then much to my dismay i awoke to the sound of my alarm pulling me back into reality. how i wished it wasn't so. dreams are just so unfair. although i am glad some of my dreams aren't true (who wants to be chased around by massive dinosaurs? no one that's who).</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ps. i have a slight crush on skandar keynes , the guy who plays edmund </span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj9W5wpZaI/AAAAAAAAADI/DgWQANpl3TY/s1600/HOT-skandar-keynes-1032343_702_1024.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj9W5wpZaI/AAAAAAAAADI/DgWQANpl3TY/s320/HOT-skandar-keynes-1032343_702_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478907516600018338" border="0" /></a></span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAj5K30qnrI/AAAAAAAAACg/_kh1lLu1NLc/s1600/hogwarts.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >that was short. x</span><br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-14963804135054125982010-05-26T22:14:00.000+10:002010-05-29T23:03:34.935+10:00phake<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >why hello there internet, how's it hangin'. before i started this blog i thought maybe i'll give vlogging a go since i am a little addicted to youtube, until i realised that my webcam doesn't video. now, i have a pretty new laptop and it has a built in webcam and takes photos and everything and also has windows movie maker. so why go to all the trouble of putting in a webcam and loading the laptop with a video editor if it's not even going to video? just to make sure i typed in google (because google has the answer to all) acer crystal eye webcam video and turns out it not just me being blind but it really doesn't have a video feature. stupid.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >so today my aunty came down and was saying how she loved year 11 and all the </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >social things that happened in the year and</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > it just got me thinking, i'm not at all. </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >me </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >being really cool (as you can see in the </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >picture), i have never been invited to a party party and yea</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >h it's ann</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >oying but what am i </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAEP6UC0DbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EDX1VuhGb7w/s1600/Picture0431.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/TAEP6UC0DbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EDX1VuhGb7w/s200/Picture0431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476676116346572210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >really missing out on? people drinking way too much and hooking up with people they barely know, oooo</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >h fun. yet when i hear about a party i still get annoyed, i mean don't get me wrong midsummer murders on a saturday night is hard to beat.</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > and then we are bobmarded with all these tv shows where we see teens (who are really being played by 24-28</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > year olds) going out and partying and doing all these things and i think i don't do that and people my age do not look like that, it's just so unrealistic. also i just watched some silly disney movie with my sister "starstruck" or something like that where the "ordinary" girl hates the "star" then they get stranded together and fall in love. they are my age and shit like that just doesn't happen.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />all this just gives us an idea of what we are supposed to be doing and it's just all fake, majority of people aren't. i mean take the show "secret life of the american teenager" if our lives were actually like that we would be sleeping around and getting pregnant at 15, um no thankyou. and you see the year 8's at school who are piling on the makeup i mean really you look like a dessert and are all "like OMG no way, totally, eheh" it's a bit funny actually but also kinda sad. we shouldn't be doing this these things that, these shows and characters we idolise aren't real,THEY AREN'T REAL.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;">that was all a bit serious wasn't it. until we meet again x<br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-44274684150645780082010-05-22T18:48:00.000+10:002010-05-27T18:27:10.381+10:00procrastination<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">facebook, it really is a waste of my time, but yet i still find myself on it doing nothing. i say to myself 5 minutes and then i'll do my homework, 2 hours later, what the hell have i been doing? i'll tell you wasting 2 hours of my life on a pointless website that i will never get back. but then again i have avoided my homework but that will only increase the amount of stress that i am already under. and still i will go back onto facebook half an hour later. WHY?!<br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_efai3YLtI/AAAAAAAAABg/yPzl7r8G2yc/s1600/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_efai3YLtI/AAAAAAAAABg/yPzl7r8G2yc/s320/stress-picture-stress-relief-kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474019150476619474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">haha i found this, i think i need one of these.<br /></span></div> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />it's like i do it on purpose, leaving my homework to the last minute, probably because that's the only drama happening in hit tv series ella's life. i'm not the only one who does this though i bet, i'm pretty sure the whole of my year level is the same with the exception of a few. but why do we do this? but then again why do we need so much bloody homework? today's ho<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >mework effort: nada</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >. </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >this is bad</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">on another note, i actually went out on a friday night, who would have t</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">hought. i should explain that i never go out ever because i'm cool like that, mmm yeah. my friday nights are the one and only fish and chip night and saturday nights consist of a delicious dinner cooked by my dad followed by either the footy and/or the family viewing of midsummer murders, oh yeah. which is lovely, but it was nice to go out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewYszGdnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hik_PCzv6J0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-03+at+23.26+%232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewYszGdnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Hik_PCzv6J0/s200/Photo+on+2010-04-03+at+23.26+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474037810480969330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewZZ0SsYI/AAAAAAAAACA/APmjzS7igfM/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-03+at+23.25.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewZZ0SsYI/AAAAAAAAACA/APmjzS7igfM/s200/Photo+on+2010-04-03+at+23.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474037822565560706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewZNNnNqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kj0tNmGdlVo/s1600/4-up+on+2010-04-03+at+23.20+%237.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_ewZNNnNqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kj0tNmGdlVo/s200/4-up+on+2010-04-03+at+23.20+%237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474037819182102178" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>or for a change i will go to ally's place, like i would go to anyone else's place, and be rebs as you can see in these pictures. we are hardcore. written sarcasm doesn't really come across as well as hoped but you get it. and yes i know sarcasm is supposedly the lowest form of humour but i still like it. (<span style="font-size:78%;">and yes i went to the taylor swift concert, i was front of mosh, it was awesome.) </span><br /><br /></span></span>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-29409338665154990632010-05-18T18:46:00.001+10:002010-05-18T18:56:43.489+10:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_JV22Iwv8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cicusm47Zmk/s1600/Picture0426.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_JV22Iwv8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cicusm47Zmk/s200/Picture0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472530897942134722" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >oh and check it my penguin top my grandma got me from antarctica. yeah my grandma's cooler than me.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">oh and i realised my written self sounds like a douche, i will try and stop that.<br /></div></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-69680131431192228422010-05-18T15:11:00.000+10:002010-05-26T22:07:26.808+10:00warmth.<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >and so today began with my brain debating on whether to stay in my warm warm bed or brace myself for the cold outside of it, i opted for my bed for an extra half hour. mmm warmth.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">so right now i am meant to be doing a ridiculous amount of homework but i thought hey why not write a blog instead, makes sense. too much homework too little time, it is ludicrous. there's that biology poster, i mean a poster what are we in year 7 now? there's that media vlog we have to do for monday, my maths SAC thursday, so much psychology and english it's a joke and then bloody exam revision. ludicrous. that is now my favourite word, for today anyway.</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_Il-PqJIII/AAAAAAAAAAw/OUPJjkyO34E/s1600/Picture0422.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_Il-PqJIII/AAAAAAAAAAw/OUPJjkyO34E/s200/Picture0422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472478248493981826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">that's not next week but the week after. shit.<br /></span></div><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >enough of my ranting. okay so i realise i haven't even introduced myself on this. bonjour! je m'appelle ella. that's really as exciting as it gets, really and if you are the one person reading this i say Merci/thankyou and i guess you will get to know me as time goes on and on and anyway...</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >on my laptop i have a finger swipe identification awesomeo thing, where to log into my computer all i have to do is swipe and ta-da. and so i was thinking what if i was murdered and then the team of ncis (even though i have no relation to the navy but i would like to think gibbs would be solving my murder) came to check my laptop for anything bodgy and we're like "boss, it's protected by both finger ID and password, this girl must be hiding something." when really i just think it is uber cool. yeah i said uber. i watch way too much t.v.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_IpV_OOX9I/AAAAAAAAABA/od3e54Tqr6E/s1600/Watch+NCIS+Season+7+Episode+10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aiu8aBlIBa0/S_IpV_OOX9I/AAAAAAAAABA/od3e54Tqr6E/s200/Watch+NCIS+Season+7+Episode+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472481954933661650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">yes these are the people i would want solving my murder.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a le prochain fois / until next time.</span><br /></div>ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4687952031249237463.post-43860933147891153192010-05-17T18:27:00.000+10:002010-05-17T19:18:58.164+10:00ObsessionsI think i have an addictive personality, i'll watch/listen/play something and <span style="font-style: italic;">BAM</span> i'm hooked.<br />Previously i have been obsessed with and in some cases still are: Malcolm in the Middle for which my sister hated me for, ncis, <span style="font-weight: bold;">harry potter; all time obsession forever</span>, tuna with mayonnaise, the Jonas brothers don't judge me, unblock me app, transformers, the name Tobias, cutting out every picture from Frankie, Missy Higgins, the colour red, ABBA, writing hello in cursive on everything, Nerimon and charlieissocoollike; youtube them, and currently i cannot stop playing solitaire.<br />i have no idea what pulls me to these objects for which i desire but i know it will soon pass until i rediscover them again and again and yet again.<br /><br />for my first ever post that was pretty shit, bear with me i'm a newbie.ELLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06161361504925507873noreply@blogger.com0