<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:05:43.090Z</updated><category term='Lyrics.'/><title type='text'>For the Fantasy.</title><subtitle type='html'>₪ ø III ·o.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-5234099415388294451</id><published>2010-06-30T02:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:55:58.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.skymall.com/images/products/SGL/102218246d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="http://images.skymall.com/images/products/SGL/102218246d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I'm thoroughly aware that I haven't blogged in a long time, and normally I do updates involving myself, but in all truth, I have no interest in writing of myself, therefore I shall from now on, only be writing of the little qualms or lack there of that I have. I came across another blog recently, which involved a young lady questioning the ignorance of people when involving the use of quotations in decorative formats... be it in tattoos or in the decorations of a room. What amuses me, is how people are so quick to judge negatively. It may seem pretentious to use shakespearian quotations for example (gestures to self) but just because a certain turn of phasing is used in a certain context in a play doesn't mean it is the intended meaning of the user of the quote. The person hasn't necessarily adopted its meaning. It is similar to any turn of phrasing; taken out of context or without tone it could be seen as insulting, pretentious, ignorant or thoroughly evocative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"To sleep perchance to dream"... indeed in Hamlet, it was in reference to the eternal unconscious state of death, and for fear that it would indeed be dreamless and an abyss, but the user of the quote could simply see it as a sign of hope. It was Hamlet's hope for his end to be full of dreams but it was also fear that kept him from meeting his end- from committing suicide. So to suggest that people who use quotes such as this are ignorant is ironically ignorant in itself. I think that taking things at face value is small minded. People ought to really take an invested interest into the people themselves and question the fact before they pass judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It may indeed be pretentious to use literary quotes, but is it not arrogant to assume others aren't intelligent enough to be aware of its literary meaning and are ignorant at face value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/being_ignorant_is_not_so_much_a_shame-as_being/146026.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being ignorant is not so much a shame, as being unwilling to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-5234099415388294451?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/5234099415388294451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/5234099415388294451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/5234099415388294451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-6239431122680740661</id><published>2009-12-15T20:37:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:06:00.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Shawaddywaddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Syf0qABxHII/AAAAAAAAAhA/WY1lIgasMSE/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415566079335406722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROIGHT hello you sexy beastlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm officially done with my first two chapters and am contemplating posting little snippets... hmm, but currently I'm undecided. It's now become apparent that I'm only able to write late in the PM so now I hardly get any sleep! HAHA!! Cue the caffine overdose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mass of unread books decreased rapidly over the past week and left me with nothing, so, evidently I bought a series of new ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Dead to the World- Charlaine Harris (lovvee True Blood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Mr Darcy. Vampyre by Amanda Grange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Angel Time. The Songs of the Seraphim by Anne Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;anddd finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-New Moan from the Twishite Saga by Stephfordy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mayo... I punk you nought.... it's an actual book... an 18+ parody version of the original... and yano what, it's BLOODY FUNNY. I started reading it last night and I was left giggling to myself like an infantile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Syf5VgX1SAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Nq4dR39sh_c/s320/Photo+9_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415571224798775298" /&gt;I have yet to embark upon the others, but I shall perhaps put up reviews of each for my own amusement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS NEXT WEEK!!! Wooooptyyy doooo, I love christmas, but for some reason I dislike the build up... probably because around then is generally looming deadlines. But all my work is done now and I can relax... hence my stock up on reading material :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I forget to blog beforehand... due to festivities, parties and what not...have a very merry christmas and new year. 2010 is going to be MY year. I've decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get nauseated by decorations and overwhelmed by drunken relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Happy typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Loui.xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-6239431122680740661?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/6239431122680740661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/12/shawaddywaddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6239431122680740661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6239431122680740661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/12/shawaddywaddy.html' title='Shawaddywaddy...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Syf0qABxHII/AAAAAAAAAhA/WY1lIgasMSE/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-6895169940194729071</id><published>2009-11-24T21:30:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:27:41.325Z</updated><title type='text'>Because Real Vampires Don't Sparkle... They BURN.</title><content type='html'>Okay so, I'm aware it's been a while. But I've got my mojo back haha.I had a case of writers block and have been feeling incredibly uninspired not just about blogging or my literature but in life. Nothing semt to satisfy... until today. What happened today? Well nothing of consequence. I filmed my short film with friends and spent the weekend at a friend's for her birthday. We watched new moon, drank and were merry. You know what? I think that was all I needed... a weekend without a conscience was my cure.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some of you may or may not be happy to know that I am back... and am indeed working on a new plot for first my book and secondly the transformation into a script. Magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no... it has nothing to do with vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I do love a good vampire... you know, like Angelous, Count Dracula, Stefan Salvatore... perhaps some Cullen too. But you can't beat the classics. I'm not a fan of the evolution of the legend into 'glittery vampires'. Real vampires BURN. It's sexier when they have a physical weakness. Sparkling isn't a weakness.... it's what happens when you fall into box of glittery tinsel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But again I say nothing to do with vampires. It is still, however, my romanticism of life... because, c'mon, it's still me! Haha! But if you think about it... all these vampire scripts were written years ago and are popular now. So people now, are catering for what will be trends in the future of literature/film. No band wagon jumping ;) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://large.pictures.hydrogen.dailybooth.com/e8cbf4e094c773ee25cc22d9c97fd2b4_1856832.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-6895169940194729071?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/6895169940194729071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-real-vampires-dont-sparkle-they.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6895169940194729071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6895169940194729071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-real-vampires-dont-sparkle-they.html' title='Because Real Vampires Don&apos;t Sparkle... They BURN.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-305271919277684100</id><published>2009-10-20T23:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:29:16.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Boom.. There goes my ego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SvY67KQfBCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yU6wKKMmOJU/s1600-h/SDC11520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SvY67KQfBCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yU6wKKMmOJU/s320/SDC11520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401569591117677602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've been away for the past few days, doing the unusually increasing work of modeling and PR... this time at Salon International. It was incredibly busy and I was baffled by peoples response to me... strangers requesting photographs of me isn't exactly what I'd call the 'norm'. Receiving compliments from male models didn't exactly stunt my ego either and yet still I felt very self aware and on show. The size zeros traipsing the aisles with their ridiculously long legs didn't help I suppose... being the rather short and curvy lass that I am haha. But anyway, I'm going completely off topic now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whenever I'm away I always seem to get into this constant argument, be it with friends or strangers of 'Does education really matter?' Now, being a university applier I'd obviously be in favour. But people always seem to think they know better. I met numerous heads of companies and I got into this argument with one in particular, his view (probably being a drop out himself) is that experience is the key contributing factor, jobs and life weigh heavier in terms of applications than grades... which to an extent I agree with but COME ON! Let's be realistic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He asked me if I 'worked much', my answer being a resounding no, but with my usual "But ask me what my grades are, or about my body of work or my dedication to the point of attendance. Then ask me what students who work constantly are getting grade wise and what their attendance is or what they have to show for their years of 'work'. Sure their all wise up on retail or how to pull a pint but what does that count towards in terms of the creative fields such as film or music. Do they have a decent body of work that'll help them within these fields? Hardly... because let's face the true facts now, in this 'field' as you so gallantly put it, what are people after? Grades? Perhaps not, but the backing isn't exactly a disadvantage. Creativity and drive? Most definitely, not to mention evidence of such things, and if these students are working let's say every weekend, and achieving fails due to their predictable lack of attendance and complaining of work loads then they're hardly going to find the time to fix themselves up a decent show reel or body of work. Am I a distinct student? Yes. Do I have a show reel, decent set of scripts and ambitious ideals of future work? Yes. So at the end of the day, who would you rather have working for you? Me or them?" He looked a little surprised. But he insulted my right of passage, it was only fair I gave him the full picture before he passed judgement on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All these high and mighty people believe that studying is a waste of time and that people should get 'real jobs'. Well I'm dissatisfied with this way of thinking and have had enough. I still felt a little smarted though, even after. I've heard this argument a fair few times, not only from mere aquaintants, but my own flesh and blood. But backing off isn't exactly their strong suit... nor is tact. It's as though they don't even want me to study. But at the end of the day, what do I want? Their lives? Hardly. All they do is complain about life... and I want to enjoy it, and how do I do that? By studying to better myself and mature my creative ideas... sure I agree that grades aren't everything, but that's not what studying is about... it's about inspiring youths and giving them the freedom of expression and ideals... it's allowing them the room to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;RANT OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-305271919277684100?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/305271919277684100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-there-goes-my-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/305271919277684100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/305271919277684100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-there-goes-my-ego.html' title='Boom.. There goes my ego.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SvY67KQfBCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yU6wKKMmOJU/s72-c/SDC11520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-1258192343039152587</id><published>2009-07-31T16:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:29:42.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Life Lessons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/St45a5kfXeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YwzjObqtsWE/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/St45a5kfXeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YwzjObqtsWE/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394812537929686498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than to cry alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. It's OK to get angry at God... he can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. Make peace with your past so it wont screw up the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger, if you allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17. Over prepare... then go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;18. Be eccentric now. Don't wait until you consider yourself 'too old'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;19. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;20. No-one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;21. Frame every so- called disaster with these words 'in five years, will this matter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;22. Always choose life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;23. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;24. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;25. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;26. Don't take yourself so seriously, no-one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;27. Believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;28. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;29. All that truly matters in the end is that you're loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;30. Get outside everyday. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;31. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab our own back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-1258192343039152587?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/1258192343039152587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/32-life-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/1258192343039152587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/1258192343039152587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/32-life-lessons.html' title='32 Life Lessons...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/St45a5kfXeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YwzjObqtsWE/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-897376357027876191</id><published>2009-07-31T15:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:11:43.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Man Now You're Really Living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnMFaInhuRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qr5swnfKBO4/s1600-h/SDC10438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnMFaInhuRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qr5swnfKBO4/s400/SDC10438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364637527676401938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Do you know what it's like to care too much, about someone you're never gonna get to touch.. hey man, now you're really living." -Eels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;People tear you down true enough, but I've learnt this week, that if you constantly allow them the power as to effect your moods as I do, you're never going to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Little things tend to give me a thrill... meeting new people, finding a new goal or even just getting off of my arse and being proactive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spontaneity is the best thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can continue to moan as you like, but the fact is, no-one has so much patience as to allow you to vent on them continually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So why not, turn your music up loud, cry, throw a paddy or whatever and then release all the negative energy... allow yourself the opportunity to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor, cry your guts out until you've got no more... hey man, now you're really living" -Eels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As for those of you with restrictions to their freedom... rebel... it's what we were meant to do, why else would be be allowed freedom of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stop relying on others. Choose how you wish to live and make it happen. If someone thinks you're incapable of something, do it and do it to your utmost to prove them wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be confident. Paint your face and pin on the brightest smile you can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing is more attractive than someone who smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This blog is generally scatty for a good reason... which is, it's what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loui is now going to go and play nicely with others lmfao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;See you in the AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Loui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-897376357027876191?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/897376357027876191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-man-now-youre-really-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/897376357027876191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/897376357027876191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-man-now-youre-really-living.html' title='Hey Man Now You&apos;re Really Living.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnMFaInhuRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qr5swnfKBO4/s72-c/SDC10438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-721102455764856491</id><published>2009-07-29T23:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:50:38.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Are Spaces Between Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnDQ9mS-r3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LAMk9aA6fYY/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnDQ9mS-r3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LAMk9aA6fYY/s400/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364016912869011314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Standing face to face, eyes staring you down, trying to figure you out. This is always the hardest thing to avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Hey I've not seen you in a while, are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can already see in their eyes a hope for a carefree conversation, eyes buzzing with the remnants from whatever concoction they snorted the previous night. Their eyes draw in, as if to prompt some sort of life into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;People give you this impression that because of their previous experiences of having some sort of relief from venting pent up anger and grief onto someone else, it's a right of passage that everyone has to cross. I find that talking to people about my issues just seems to shed light on the fact I'm unhappy, at least by burying my aggression and self hate I've allowed myself to see this kind of illusion of happiness... and it keeps the tears at bay. At least with writing, with this sort of indirect emotional outlet I can't be accused head on of being emotionally overcharged or dramatic. But the fact is, you don't know me... not many people do, but I find venting and expressing negative emotions only pushes people away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Words cannot describe how distanced I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I strain a painted smile, and then I look them straight in the eye and say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Don't worry about me lovely, I'm perfectly fine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-721102455764856491?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/721102455764856491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-are-spaces-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/721102455764856491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/721102455764856491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-are-spaces-between-us.html' title='Words Are Spaces Between Us.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SnDQ9mS-r3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LAMk9aA6fYY/s72-c/Photo+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-2117168647543817079</id><published>2009-05-31T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:00:44.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog Lovers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SiHhAvgAe-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I861pe11Lmw/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SiHhAvgAe-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I861pe11Lmw/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341798035905084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So this week has been enlightening on many levels... despite the fact no actual academic work has been done (I shall worry about that Monday morning haha). So lately I've been getting more involved in the "online community" such as DailyBooth, Youtube, Twitter and in generally vlogging and it has to be said... I've met so many diverse and interesting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Woodrow Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sad as it may seem... they're more reliable than my actual friends, why? Because the moment I'm down their sudden response is do you want to talk? I'm here if you need anything, and they are intent on cheering me up. Not only this, but if you're absent for a mere day, they notice and suddenly it's a 'I miss you, where are you?' waiting to greet you the moment you're home, I can go days without talking to my offline friends and do you know what? I barely even care anymore... because I don't need them... plus I've found an escape in some lovely boys who I may even meet ( of course this is all coincidental as they plan on going to the same University and doing the same course as me... hence all our shared interests haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Misfortune shows those who are not really friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I'm not saying that you should abandon your real (no real is the wrong word... physically present?) friends, but I've just found that people online open up and talk a lot more intimately than people do in person. Even in video chat. This week I've also come across (granted I'm very late to catch on) Vlog Lovers... which is a channel with numerous users such as Liam aka LittleRadge and Min who met via vlogging... and have only met a couple of times as he's from Scotland and she's from Sydney? I think and they're in a long term relationship... in fact it was their one year anniversary the other day... now this I found truly intriguing as they were one of many couples whom I've come to know quite well through youtube vlogs... and to those people who consider it unhealthy... I say to you, can you honestly say that you're against two people who've found so much in common and so much that they enjoy and admire about one another unhealthy? Because I don't. In fact I find it somewhat romantic and even rather enticing... what could be more enthralling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Roger de Bussy-Rabutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Liam and Min, a couple 10,480 miles apart, and three other couples show us all how internet relationships REALLY work, in the style they all know best- vlogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now if you're interested in taking a look into their interesting lives, go ahead, it's there for the world to see and admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/vloglovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now consider this, if we were all, so gracious to one another as to make friends online, would the physicalities in life matter? Sure contact is necessary I'm not saying that, all I mean is, if the bond was so emotive and the connection was beyond the physical, would it even matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Can miles truly separate you from friends? If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I consider myself, well and truly enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SiHkiuVczbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/U3D5I2WbC1E/s1600-h/600x365_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SiHkiuVczbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/U3D5I2WbC1E/s400/600x365_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341801918242803122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-2117168647543817079?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/2117168647543817079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/vlog-lovers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2117168647543817079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2117168647543817079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/vlog-lovers.html' title='Vlog Lovers...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SiHhAvgAe-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I861pe11Lmw/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-1030559177684627345</id><published>2009-05-25T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:53:32.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like A Story Of Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Shnc80q2ArI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K8YXOpjX2tg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Shnc80q2ArI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K8YXOpjX2tg/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339541770713039538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are many things in life to be unsure of... there's ambition, faith, relationships... but then there is places and feelings... two things I can invest all of my hope. The fact is, I'd rather be surrounded by history and beauty, than live a life constantly up-rooted. Sure I love traveling... but only to further places of enrichment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made a video which I hold dear to me... it's very personal and if you wish to know me... I hope you share in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What it's about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all I ever knew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My home, where I grew up is filled with sun, laughter and love, it's the one place which is miles away from life... it just is. Life stops, stands still and suddenly you're surrounded by warmth and faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video I made, is very personal to me, the lyrics in the music explain what it is to me and how I feel as though I'm drifting away from it... but I want it with me always, and there will always be a place for it in my heart. My lovely, lovely home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvcZdu3iUoM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Only You" by Joshua Radin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Looking from the window above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's like a story of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Came back only yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who went further away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Want you near me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed was the love you gave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed for another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And all I ever knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Only you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes when I think of her name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When it's only a game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I need you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Listen to the words that you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's getting harder to stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I need you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed was the love you gave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed for another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And all I ever knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Only you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is gonna take a long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I wonder what's mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can't take no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wonder if you'll understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's just the touch of your hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Behind a closed door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed was the love you gave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I needed for another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And all I ever knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-1030559177684627345?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/1030559177684627345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-like-story-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/1030559177684627345'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-1037905379441104543</id><published>2009-05-17T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:19:54.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flightless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sg9U0Ec_xkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6ocV9BJskt0/s1600-h/l_0502eaa33f9540909ef491afb8be221f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sg9U0Ec_xkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6ocV9BJskt0/s400/l_0502eaa33f9540909ef491afb8be221f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336577336982619714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at sixth foot, his dark hair emphasising his electrically charged piercing blue eyes as they cut straight through to my very being, and the most beautifully contagious smile... instantly brightening my somewhat dulled existence. Perfection. Down to the very last lash. I wonder, should he even really acknowledge any other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not Bobby Long I am talking about, but he was a good representation of someone strumming my heart's strings. An object of obsession to whom I centre myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crossing a line implies a certainty as to what is considered socially acceptable and nought, but in my opinion, there is no such thing. Obsession is what I would call reliability, sure certain people think it to be wrong, and yet me, I consider it an asset, a compulsion to which is reliable and undeniably enthralling... it's what a lot of people lack in their lives. Passion and derogatory natures are derived from obsession, this need for perfection and need for something or someone based upon a chanced meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of this may make sense to you, but, what do you expect? I'm obsessed, and utterly involved in my own ramblings. Sometimes I wonder if this is the reason why I am never satisfied... because I'm always on the look out for another obsession... be it a very beautiful boy, a book, or just an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am a romanticist... a true devotee to the likes of Shakespeare himself and I use it to further my own nature. Because in writing, literature, love and life, romanticism merely shapes ambition and artistic drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence my favourite quote being...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 19px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"And when he shall die, take him and cut him out into little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world shall fall in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun." -William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Truthful beyond belief and somewhat compelling words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why none of this will make sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonsensical writing generally leads to a person's own self discovery or resolution... and now we have arrived at the reason I am spitting out rather spiraled thoughts, because I am utterly... 100% Confused by what I think or feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm somewhat numbed... and for an obsessive person, I don't think that is a good sign. Singled out by my lack of ability to stay grounded and think of the repercussions for myself... and what I mean by that is... I have ideas and plans, my obsession allows me to run away with them, but I cannot think anything through, I seem to drift through life without rhyme or reason... I think I'm in need of some guidance... or somebody rendered flightless by their emotive logistics, who'll ground me in a positive way... a kite string to keep me from drifting away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Flightless Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-1037905379441104543?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/1037905379441104543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/flightless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/1037905379441104543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/1037905379441104543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/flightless.html' title='Flightless...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sg9U0Ec_xkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6ocV9BJskt0/s72-c/l_0502eaa33f9540909ef491afb8be221f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-4382886103917875555</id><published>2009-05-10T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:18:18.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling of unease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SgbwBVCRq8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3MMzSArfMDg/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SgbwBVCRq8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3MMzSArfMDg/s400/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334214714284157890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this weekend, accept when talking to some new friends, I've had this dark and menacing cloud over my head that I can't explain... I feel as though it's to do with college, but I can't put my finger on what it's about. I mean, I should be all amped and excited for a particular reason this weekend... but I'm just not, if anything I'm starting to think that might be the reason I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships... mine tend to be rather disconnected and at face value, purely for the fact it's easier on my part; and the idea that someone is trying to get close to me and break my composure is intimidating, and ruins all the work I've put into it over the past few years. I don't want to be alone... but at the same time, I don't want to feel like I do now, which encourages me to back out. James keeps telling me that it's normal to feel the way I do, and that nothing is as certain and as die hard as you'd expect, I mean, me, myself, I expect myself to be the way I am about most things I love, like a book or a movie, if you enjoy it thoroughly, you immerse yourself in the characters, in a sense, you become obsessed and feel the urge to watch or read it over and over... it's the connection and hold it all has over you. That's what I'd expect. But it's not. So what should I expect? This...? I have no idea, after-all... I'm pretty sure that you're not supposed to feel like there's suddenly a dark cloud stalking your every move. I feel like such an awful person at the same time, cos I bring it upon myself and do this a lot, but I can't help the way I am. Maybe I am broken... and need fixing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partly though I think, the reason- before this weekend that is, that I felt the way I did, is purely through the excitement of others... it's true that if someone else is happy, or encouraging something on, you suddenly feel as though you want it too... but did I really though? I can't even remember. And you know, if I'm honest; life, exams, new people, new places... none of that scares me, I'm a really confident person when it comes to anything change related... and yet relationships scare me to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is though, I was talking to someone I barely know, he could tell instantly that I don't let people get close to me... I had to laugh as he persisted in trying to 'fix me' by saying: But how are you ever going to be happy if you don't let anyone close enough to see what an amazing person you are. 'I don't know' being my response. Because... I honestly don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think I need to stop procrastinating in general... work, life, love.. because I seem to be embarking upon this subconscious one man mission to bring misery upon myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I envy people with a faith... they have this air of certainty and unquestionability that eases their strain in life, I wish I had something to believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have more luck than I do because, let's face it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is hard... and I just make it harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SgbuPDagaFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RPmqyFLmDGo/s1600-h/edited24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SgbuPDagaFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RPmqyFLmDGo/s400/edited24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334212751048861778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-4382886103917875555?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/4382886103917875555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-of-unease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4382886103917875555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4382886103917875555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-of-unease.html' title='A feeling of unease...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SgbwBVCRq8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3MMzSArfMDg/s72-c/Picture+19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-121811610522615927</id><published>2009-04-12T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:59:54.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SeINi8As7OI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6Bm34iOSwmA/s1600-h/d42791ca4d0977106ce71b43ea69632f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SeINi8As7OI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6Bm34iOSwmA/s320/d42791ca4d0977106ce71b43ea69632f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323832603381132514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hi lovelies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not really religious, although sometimes I think I miss out because of that... strange, yes I know, but religious people always seem... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;fulfilled, and happy&lt;/span&gt; all the time... but my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;questioning nature&lt;/span&gt; just leaves me to doubt most things... I like visual proof, and to see things for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, onto things less heavy... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;it's EASTER!!! CHRIST IS RESURRECTED.&lt;/span&gt;.. I think that's the right event anyway... I haven't done Religious Education in a couple of years or so. But easter to me is one of those holidays I'm unsure of... mainly because most people are still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;dieting from Xmas for god knows whatever reason&lt;/span&gt;... and I never know whether or not I should buy people things... and if I opt not, usually I get an ear full from one of the rents... why? I do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;looking vaguely presentable&lt;/span&gt; and am already full of wine and food as my family and extended family came over for dinner and our usual shindig around this time of year... although I, as per usual have slipped out for a little while... well... until someone notices I'm gone haha and then I shall return and be like... yeah I've been here the whole time! Where were you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; *eyebrow raise and a challenging expression*&lt;/span&gt; HAHA yes... as I said, it's routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyhooo, my only reason really for this blog was to wish you all a very happy easter and to tell you to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;enjoy your holiday&lt;/span&gt;, be you religious or nought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;quick update&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finished the first chapter of my book, and am onto the second, so the end of chapter one will be posted in my book blog at some point this week, so keep checking if you're interested in reading it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my characters... mainly because, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Elena is... well, sort of me...&lt;/span&gt; as she has the same quick witted and dry sense of humour based mainly around her intellect haha. As for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Jasper... he's the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;... as in THE boy haha.&lt;/span&gt;.. the one I've idealised since I was like 12 haha... my prince charming, so I'm quite happy to be writing my own fairytale in a manner of speaking... only, now far &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;more developed and full of horrors &lt;/span&gt;and dramatics... the way I like it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My taste has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;most definitely matured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall now return to the festivities in my usual fashion, pretending I was there the entire time haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;With Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOUI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-121811610522615927?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/121811610522615927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/121811610522615927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/121811610522615927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!!'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SeINi8As7OI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6Bm34iOSwmA/s72-c/d42791ca4d0977106ce71b43ea69632f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-8958971667503709517</id><published>2009-04-08T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:31:05.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdxnElFtQ9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/wVpEdYu3aUU/s1600-h/9efe35a79c5214efafcff5a28a270ccd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdxnElFtQ9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/wVpEdYu3aUU/s320/9efe35a79c5214efafcff5a28a270ccd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322242188018271186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; campers!&lt;/span&gt; LMAO...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was an&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; UBER&lt;/span&gt; early start this morning as I'm supposedly going to Sheffield to help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ma soeurs&lt;/span&gt; to pick out dresses for the wedding next week... only I'm stuck in work at Chesterfield at the moment... Ooohh the many joys haha, although I am having a lot of fun distracting everyone with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;strange antics LMAO&lt;/span&gt; especially my mother, who says hi by the way! Haha... I am pointing her out in the first picture :) Last night was amusing... I actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOVE daily booth&lt;/span&gt;... it makes me smile because I can do the one other thing besides blogging that I enjoy... which is taking pictures of myself doing the most random of things... like last night... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;me eating PUDDING haha!! &lt;/span&gt;It also apparently &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;put a smile on&lt;/span&gt; my sister's face which is a bonus! I like making people happy... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;you know what else I like?&lt;/span&gt; Lady Gaga haha!! I'm currently listening to Boys Boys Boys, which is an amazing song.. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot"&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdxie3P51QI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PJOhQkv2zlg/s320/1ccbcd6d7f3f15efecb0c25077d6a01e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322237142011335938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also... rock show is a good song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost died when we got to Chesterfield as well... the thought of no internet connection! *sniff* Tis not a happy thought... but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;OH YES&lt;/span&gt;... I am saved!! There was a spare connection cable.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GET IN haha&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, anyway I've completely forgotten what I was on about and have ventured slightly off track... maybe *guilty expression*...................... awkward........ HAHA... I think a re-read is in order.... *pauses whilst re-reads... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;elevator music&lt;/span&gt; playing lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt; yes last night... and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;daily booth... amazing!&lt;/span&gt; Although I was sure my night was going to be lame cos the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; famous Niff Jonerr&lt;/span&gt; did not come over to chill as planned... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GUTTED...&lt;/span&gt; Miss yoouuuu!!!! And now she's going off on a holiday somewhere... also our camping trip got cancelled... rooobishhhhh!! But I am determined to get everyone out... the Manchester lovelies such as Natalie, Thom, Ben Owens, Louie and Sam :) and the Lady Manners &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;sexyyy beaches (and yes I said beaches) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;such as Jess, Daisyface and Edgyyyy. Ahh I miss them all. On the bright side... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;what are we on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; babes???&lt;/span&gt; EASTER HOLIDAY TIME yeaahhh boiiii! Haha, although I have a fudging load of work to do... but I can't actually bring myself to even look at the bloody thing... I do media production... and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;love the script writing&lt;/span&gt; and practical of film... HATE THEORY... but mostly I HATE ANIMATION... it's so ridiculous... and a pointless addition to the course, if I wanted to be an animator I'd be on the animation course... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;PRATS&lt;/span&gt;... I bet having it as a unit was Nik's idea... he seems like the one who'd come up with ways to waste students time which could be better spent on relevant units... anyway. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Rant Over.&lt;/span&gt; Haha... and breaaathhhhheeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm back in my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; happy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;... HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I shall be back later to tell you how my day went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm off to go and watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;... yes because I am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; blatantly COOL&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can leave for Sheffield sooonnn!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;With Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdxnERgpbPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OdzcAu0Wfr0/s1600-h/667dba5431a992a77bcf95616a975275.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-8958971667503709517?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/8958971667503709517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/8958971667503709517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/8958971667503709517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdxnElFtQ9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/wVpEdYu3aUU/s72-c/9efe35a79c5214efafcff5a28a270ccd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-2719655590890888148</id><published>2009-04-07T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:08:48.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupL0l9wnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TtXl_ja1cCU/s1600-h/SDC10030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupL0l9wnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TtXl_ja1cCU/s320/SDC10030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033405229908594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupLhs21tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GWsfMxph5-I/s1600-h/SDC10028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupLhs21tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GWsfMxph5-I/s320/SDC10028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033400158541522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you that there would be another blog today haha... how many is that now? I was never good at maths. Bah, you know I didn't sleep all weekend because I was trying to prove a point to James that I could last longer than him... in the end i wasn't even tired and reached &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;78 hours? I think... &lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure, as I said before... terrible at maths haha, although I do think the lack of sleep made me weirder than usual as I said to someone... and I quote... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Cushions stole my appetite" WHAT THE FUDGE?! LMAO!!!&lt;/span&gt; I don't even think a question provoked that answer... how strange, I mean I knew I was weird but that is just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;rigoddamndiculous&lt;/span&gt; LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, back to the topic at hand... yes it's a sexy camera and to be honest, I know a lot of people say their phone is their life line... mine just isn't, I'd rather have a camera with me than my phone because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I just love photography,&lt;/span&gt; I can be in the foulest of moods, and all I need is my mp3 player and a camera, and I'll seriously go nuts... my sister Nikki calls me the paparazzi LMAO. So it's been lovely and sunny today, to my delight, as I've been outside all day and playing with my gorgeous little munchkin of a nephew, who I've learnt today... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;laughs like a gremlin... to my utter amusement&lt;/span&gt; LMAO as I heard him all the way upstairs... he spent the majority of the day in his moon bounce tigger thingy... it's so funny! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's a random series of photographs which I took with my new camera! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Loui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujnkkk-tI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Nvd1lMHqC0A/s1600-h/SDC10016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujnkkk-tI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Nvd1lMHqC0A/s320/SDC10016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027284895693522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdujnQ-D6xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kZaNqY4fRN0/s1600-h/SDC10021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdujnQ-D6xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kZaNqY4fRN0/s320/SDC10021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027279633869586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdujnGmNb7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/BtxJZKIDMjs/s1600-h/SDC10013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdujnGmNb7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/BtxJZKIDMjs/s320/SDC10013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027276849475506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujmw7N0HI/AAAAAAAAATs/ks8EedIqNus/s1600-h/SDC10015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujmw7N0HI/AAAAAAAAATs/ks8EedIqNus/s320/SDC10015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027271032000626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujma0eNSI/AAAAAAAAATk/VCu_C0NCLOw/s1600-h/SDC10025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdujma0eNSI/AAAAAAAAATk/VCu_C0NCLOw/s320/SDC10025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322027265098134818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdut1qdcplI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-rt8ENmhUVA/s1600-h/SDC10031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduseYK2WZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DhSp_MQP514/s320/SDC10002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322037022552381842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduseBYwTdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YEni1yq0oQo/s1600-h/SDC10040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduseBYwTdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YEni1yq0oQo/s320/SDC10040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322037016436690386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdusd4Qnu4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/46goxUhrAB0/s1600-h/SDC10047.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdusdkaIcuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/y9fxugDiqes/s1600-h/SDC10002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupMe2g7sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_7m8ORCX2YY/s1600-h/SDC10012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupMe2g7sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_7m8ORCX2YY/s320/SDC10012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033416573611714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupMys_78I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MhyZVjPL6DU/s1600-h/SDC10011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupMys_78I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MhyZVjPL6DU/s320/SDC10011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033421902409666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupLXrIK8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/IPjZId8S10E/s1600-h/SDC10018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupLXrIK8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/IPjZId8S10E/s320/SDC10018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033397466934210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdusetokbOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TJxlEpP5DVI/s1600-h/SDC10034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdusetokbOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TJxlEpP5DVI/s320/SDC10034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322037028314180834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdut0vOngNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hL_LLFg1l_c/s320/SDC10050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322038506210951378" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-2719655590890888148?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/2719655590890888148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2719655590890888148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2719655590890888148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy.html' title='Happy :)'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdupL0l9wnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TtXl_ja1cCU/s72-c/SDC10030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-4461824750268870634</id><published>2009-04-07T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:41:38.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeahhh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;babes&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;New camera&lt;/span&gt;... and it is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fit one&lt;/span&gt; at that haha, so now I have two cameras YAY ME! One &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sexual large one&lt;/span&gt; for my photography and a biddy little one for going out :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduN5spq0KI/AAAAAAAAATc/hJ-2P8h-mRI/s320/ecec87c4732c807d4b11ca5b2ae1cf93.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322003407046365346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short but sweet blog... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;blog number two of the day... you lucky, lucky, people&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and expect another one in the next few ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urs, which will be me playing with my new camera LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduN5sGifYI/AAAAAAAAATU/BZoZTTP4ou0/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322003406899019138" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-4461824750268870634?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/4461824750268870634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4461824750268870634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4461824750268870634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-camera.html' title='New Camera!!!'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduN5spq0KI/AAAAAAAAATc/hJ-2P8h-mRI/s72-c/ecec87c4732c807d4b11ca5b2ae1cf93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-4890994736452774757</id><published>2009-04-07T17:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:20:00.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Booth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduJFfHhXCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ldA4y0hSFtA/s1600-h/2639_69616300740_593110740_2143209_6564524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduJFfHhXCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ldA4y0hSFtA/s320/2639_69616300740_593110740_2143209_6564524_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321998112013769762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hi guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found an extra profile site that sort of ties together this&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; blog and my regular twitterage&lt;/span&gt;... and of course my soon to be vlogs, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Daily Booth! &lt;/span&gt;It's basically where you post a picture a day (minimum) of yourself and comment on the reasoning for it... a small snippet into your life, kind of like twitter, only mainly in picture form... and you follow people also... I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I think you should all make one and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;follow me :)&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;http://dailybooth.com/Broken_Vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving off topic... guess what came last saturday?!?! And days before its UK release &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;might I add.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduJE4ujhZI/AAAAAAAAASk/dQMG0cEgV9A/s320/0dde10c8bd3663dd822cf0fc6bf6a833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321998101708506514" /&gt;TWILIGHT DVD 2 disc special edition.. It made me happy beyond belief LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROB PATTINSON is too sexy to look at, I think, that if I actually met him I'd faint at his feet... LOL&lt;br /&gt;He makes me melt like a mars bar left in the sun haha I turn to mush! :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AND HES A PIANIST!!! Too good to be true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh and also, I've found that I'm really happy when I'm sat in a music room/shop at a grand piano... I feel at home there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Loui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;very random blog&lt;/span&gt; I am aware... sorry! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduJFHwILpI/AAAAAAAAASs/Xr2a1ql_Z7s/s320/f05387cf56e830e7ac3eec0dea10b024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321998105741635218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-4890994736452774757?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/4890994736452774757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-booth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4890994736452774757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/4890994736452774757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-booth.html' title='Daily Booth.'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SduJFfHhXCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ldA4y0hSFtA/s72-c/2639_69616300740_593110740_2143209_6564524_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-7203114709583748839</id><published>2009-04-07T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:01:16.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Some Photographs :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqyqGUINGI/AAAAAAAAASc/rQgFCJ1myxs/s1600-h/DSCF1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqyqGUINGI/AAAAAAAAASc/rQgFCJ1myxs/s200/DSCF1941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321762346010948706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me take the opportunity to apologise for my lack of blogging lately, I know I haven't posted a blog in a long while and I'm sorry. So anyway, what inspires this blog? Well, I was sorting through a memory card, trying to free some space in my photography camera and I came across some photos of Chatsworth House from almost a year ago. These photos really brought back some memories and it made me smile; this is the one place I love in the shire, it's so beautiful, full of literary connotations like Austen, full of stunning pieces of art and architectural grandeur, this place makes me happy to be nearby. I find that such places inspire the photographer in all of us. It's my second favourite place to be, my first being L'Opera in Paris... which makes me weak at the knees haha I know I'm such a romanticist! And I also love Port Merion, which is a little Italian village in Wales that is so beautiful and full of vibrant colour within the architecture, you can bet that any place which inspires me to get snapping with my camera evokes my elation beyond belief... I go into my own world when I'm taking photographs haha :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I thought it'd be lovely to share with you a few of my memories of my fairy tale house. I hope you share in my enthusiasm for the place and that it warms your heart as it did mine (yes I really am a romanticist... but feeling and artistic history drive who I am... how can you not be a romantic when there's so much literary and artistic marvel which people such as myself centre their lives around) I shall honestly look forward to the day where a guy can make me feel the way these places do... but so far, I have yet to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the last photograph shows the wedding dress which was worn by Keira Knightley in the film "The Dutchess"; it's the dress in the centre of the photograph. The photograph containing myself and a sculpture may also seem familiar to you, as the statue was a prop featured in Pride and Prejudice; the sculpture is of Matthew Macfadyen who played Mr Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see more of these photographs, you'll find them on my myspace profile, which is linked on my blog profile page.&lt;br /&gt;My next challenge shall be to find my L'opera and Port Merion photographs... I have them in an album, but have yet to find them digitally, so-to-speak. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love.&lt;br /&gt;Loui.&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a select few of my photos from Chatsworth June 2008:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes I'm aware that there is around 20 photos, but it was difficult to compress the 100 or so photos down for this blog haha.. so I thought 20 to be quite reasonable :D haha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqkl_B9mmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7dwWHqV6Rgc/s1600-h/DSCF1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqkl_B9mmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7dwWHqV6Rgc/s320/DSCF1916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746882173442658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqkloaQnjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iMncBft5pV4/s1600-h/DSCF1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqkloaQnjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iMncBft5pV4/s320/DSCF1922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746876101336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqklH6vtgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dfxglfBitHM/s1600-h/DSCF1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqklH6vtgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dfxglfBitHM/s320/DSCF1938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746867379222018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqkk3xAKJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PxMOuf7XXlY/s1600-h/DSCF1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqkk3xAKJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PxMOuf7XXlY/s320/DSCF1937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746863043389586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqkkQ_IVdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6aWStWDOIFo/s1600-h/DSCF1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqkkQ_IVdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6aWStWDOIFo/s320/DSCF1941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746852633662930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqnwJMIgII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-hoiC1KlLus/s1600-h/DSCF1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqnwJMIgII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-hoiC1KlLus/s320/DSCF1932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750355234029698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqnv07TsNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xM9dZo11gyQ/s1600-h/DSCF1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/Sdqnv07TsNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xM9dZo11gyQ/s320/DSCF1908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750349794750674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqnvjFWQFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9FamXxgVIR0/s1600-h/DSCF1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqnvjFWQFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9FamXxgVIR0/s320/DSCF1912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750345005023314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqnvaliAeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GVaJgvqnaZs/s1600-h/DSCF1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqvwX1g0vI/AAAAAAAAARs/i67t0WCk6fM/s320/DSCF1889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321759155258708722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqxhuFDCSI/AAAAAAAAASU/bY_VYCQV4lg/s1600-h/DSCF1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqxhuFDCSI/AAAAAAAAASU/bY_VYCQV4lg/s320/DSCF1864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761102554663202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqpoazD_JI/AAAAAAAAARk/lI5xfLgi_j4/s1600-h/2628_177603155713_817165713_6564463_4394186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqpoazD_JI/AAAAAAAAARk/lI5xfLgi_j4/s320/2628_177603155713_817165713_6564463_4394186_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321752421545016466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-7203114709583748839?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/7203114709583748839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/found-some-photographs-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7203114709583748839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7203114709583748839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/04/found-some-photographs-d.html' title='Found Some Photographs :D'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SdqyqGUINGI/AAAAAAAAASc/rQgFCJ1myxs/s72-c/DSCF1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-2177127376601174401</id><published>2009-03-08T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:58:41.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Madness XD</title><content type='html'>So this weekend has been extremely beneficial to me, not only have I made plans to sort out my work life, but it has also improved my social life vastly.... and here was me thinking my luck was against me. So it must be fairly obvious to any of you that I enjoy writing, therefore it probably will not come as a shock for you to learn that I want to be a writer, though my chosen speciality is still border-lining books and scripts but I will discuss that at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspxVt4JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0lade42nw8g/s1600-h/Photo+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspxVt4JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0lade42nw8g/s200/Photo+195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848587963162770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspsZR3BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0cbPdSqkNBE/s1600-h/Photo+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspsZR3BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0cbPdSqkNBE/s200/Photo+190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848586635926546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspPwc_zI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EegVhbr5GOE/s1600-h/Photo+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspPwc_zI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EegVhbr5GOE/s200/Photo+181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848578948497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPso5x2BfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZfXjhmRZCJM/s1600-h/Photo+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPso5x2BfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZfXjhmRZCJM/s200/Photo+169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848573048751602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPsoiFkOxI/AAAAAAAAANs/d-nI1oPyIHI/s1600-h/Photo+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPsoiFkOxI/AAAAAAAAANs/d-nI1oPyIHI/s200/Photo+167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848566689020690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-hqJpQI/AAAAAAAAANk/L1VWmDLaWqQ/s1600-h/Photo+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-hqJpQI/AAAAAAAAANk/L1VWmDLaWqQ/s200/Photo+136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847845019526402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my old friends decided to visit me this weekend, Kellee, which really improved my awful week to say the least... she was such a laugh and we got on like a house on fire, like nothing had changed, which was lovely! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-VHFw0I/AAAAAAAAANc/ryPae3eR5sE/s1600-h/Photo+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-VHFw0I/AAAAAAAAANc/ryPae3eR5sE/s200/Photo+128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847841651245890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-MkmxqI/AAAAAAAAANU/mvQGD-rGlcA/s1600-h/Photo+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr-MkmxqI/AAAAAAAAANU/mvQGD-rGlcA/s200/Photo+192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847839359125154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we do stupid things aka... act like complete posers and take gerzillons of photos, but we also managed to plan some future outings haha for instance on the 19th we're getting a huge group of us and going to Barracuda and Livingstones to partyyyyy and there's also Kellee and Ewok's (haha)18th yet to go to  then in May we're going to see &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr9yR8n5I/AAAAAAAAANM/m9lStr1VuCQ/s1600-h/Photo+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr9yR8n5I/AAAAAAAAANM/m9lStr1VuCQ/s200/Photo+114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847832301543314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr94GzXZI/AAAAAAAAANE/TAkTB8xQedE/s1600-h/Photo+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPr94GzXZI/AAAAAAAAANE/TAkTB8xQedE/s200/Photo+79.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310847833865411986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nickleback and Black Stone Cherry :), not to mention our Moulin Rouge weekend which involves me and my gals raving it up in sexy costumage and making fools of ourselves LMAO. After discussing her plans for next year as well I've learnt that she might be coming to Manchester to study teaching for Uni!!!!!!! Which means... advantage Lou HAHA then hopefully I'll be able to share a flat with her... which'll be loads of fun XD. Whilst she was over we also gossiped a lot, and I was well and truly astonished to say the least, to find out that one of the girls in my LMS year is married and has a baby, another is pregnant and another is engaged... and don't even get me started on the two boys who are in jail... WTF happened?!!!! When I was there sure there was scandal, but not to that extreme... NEVER to that extreme... JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving swiftly on, LMAO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a fun day of Kellee, I went out for dinner with my sisters and some friends. We went to an Italian called Il Lupos, the food was amazing and incredibly tasty... I had Tagletelli de salmone soooo good. I also tried rabbit for the first time... and I'm ashamed to admit that I enjoyed it... roadkill!!! I told myself it was a suicidal rabbit to make myself feel less guilty however haha. Along with my meal, I had the usual extra dosage of rum to drink along with martini- no not in the same drink lol though that would have been interesting... never mix drinks though... it leads to hangovers haha. My meal was finished off with some Tiramasu... mmm so goood and a latte... true to dining out formation. The night overall was incredibly fun, though it had its rocky moments... although in spite of the awkward silence that followed, we returned back on form and the evening ended well... we got back at about 11:30am and then we all sat around and discussed renting a villa and us all going abroad together... a plan which I now think is going ahead... so YAY! I need a good holiday, it has been a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did plan to write much more than this, but I ran out of time and am now I'm going home haha, so I may edit this at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-2177127376601174401?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/2177127376601174401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-madness-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2177127376601174401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/2177127376601174401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-madness-xd.html' title='Weekend Madness XD'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SbPspxVt4JI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0lade42nw8g/s72-c/Photo+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-7565661941304942864</id><published>2009-03-01T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:10:30.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTTYYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnEIhtdBI/AAAAAAAAAME/6CBPiXKMPq8/s1600-h/n695940185_1595094_700496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnEIhtdBI/AAAAAAAAAME/6CBPiXKMPq8/s200/n695940185_1595094_700496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309169003918354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnEFUZJeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/igwqi3KSi2M/s1600-h/n695940185_1595100_3730232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnD5dicMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/om0oebqHTHI/s1600-h/n695940185_1595095_7118727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnD5dicMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/om0oebqHTHI/s200/n695940185_1595095_7118727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309164959887554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarVKE83AlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HvNV9bY1SHM/s1600-h/n628189063_1571871_2538894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarVKE83AlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HvNV9bY1SHM/s200/n628189063_1571871_2538894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289479913964114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarVI_gPx5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/GCou1iKxuRA/s200/n762640412_5998401_174366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289461271906194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was fun, a mixture of laughter, drama, tears, dancing, drunkenness and major tantrums LMAO, the key ingredients for an immense party haha.It was Emma Jane's 18th and the theme rich a&lt;div&gt;nd famous people, so naturally, as I often get style comments concerning this character I just chose to dress to the occasion and generally embrace my inner Effy Stonem... it wasn't particularly difficult, though it was surprising that most people guessed who I was!! Haha. I wore my awesome parachute dress, tights, boots and just went crazy on the back combing of my hair :) I started the day with no hope haha as I had a) no permission to go, b) no money and c) no lifts or methods of transportation and d) no present for Em- the odds all stacked against me hahaha... yes I may be overdramatising this a tad, but you know me hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. But in the end... I asked a friendly lad for a tennerrr and he gave me a twenty &lt;3&gt;Once I finally got to Waterloo, I met two rather nice boys outside called Chris and Paul who were dressed as 118 118 (PMSL) and they had&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarVJK5gzXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Teh7mcLOJQ/s200/n628189063_1571876_5352582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289464330669426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; paintbrushes for moustaches... and yes you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did indeed read that right haha. Once I got over the being malled by people haha... screaming MY GOD LOUISE!!!!!!!! and leaping on me, I finally got in and dancing, of which point, Jess took it upon herself to lift &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up my dress and reveal my suspenders and stockings to everyone in the room... fabulous, mind you, before that I may have flashed a few people them anyway... but I DIDN'T lift up my entire dress up to my neck... thank you Jess!!!&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarWybEpEBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DmoCcRKaRqI/s200/n762640412_5998294_403117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291272558579730" /&gt;LOL. It was nice to have a catch up with people, some of which I hadn't seen in almost a year... I forgot how lovely they all were, despite their flaws and bitchiness, I kinda miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt a neat trick as well... if you smile and stand near the bar you a) meet nice boys hehe and b) you get drinks offered you *thumbs* which is exactly the plan!!! HAHA. The lovely Esme introduced me to a new friend as well... it's called RUM... and before this I had already had many WKD's, some wine and some beer.... but then came the rum... and lets just say I downed enough full glasses of that (moving into a double figure amount *guilty expression*) that I couldn't stand or walk or much else without crashing into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarWzBeO2oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/To-8I1SJV64/s200/n762640412_5998291_7122067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291282866461314" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff... it was thorough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ly amusing and liberating until came that wave of depression and tears haha the... my god why am I such a fucking dick all the time?! HAHA...it wasn't just me though, so it was all good, there was also Emma... who was upset that people's dramas were perhaps ruining her night (or so I assumed) and Zoe having men troubles along with me and Jess... and many others perhaps even going much further than I... thank god. But I got back to normal soon enough- well not normal... or sober as I continued drinking throughout, but lets just say&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarWxwWqMLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mE7PnS4pIuc/s200/n762640412_5998408_6313811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291261091426482" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refocused my attention on having a good time hahaha!!! Then... in came the smurfs!!! haha Jess's boyfriend among others decided to come in just white boxers and painted themselves blue... it was highly amusing... my opening line being the fairly predictable "You're looking a bit blue" hahaha true to form! I never thought I'd see the day that I would be stood talking to a blue man... or a smurf HAHA. Anywho, after the ravingness that was this UBER party, I went back to Daisy's and chilled.... everybody else somewhat amused by my drunkenness... people also commenting my profiles etc today saying "God you were a mess last n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarVJytoNYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DZq989Z1k08/s200/n762640412_5998285_4314479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289475018241410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ight" and "I'm assuming you had fun then" and my favourite comment, "Well you lived up to your Effy Stonem Character..." which was agreed by most and is now being used as my excuse for my manic and somewhat insanely CRAZED drunken antics. It was pretty funny this morning aswell... as despite my sobering Freddie still commented "Are you still drunk?" to which Daisy responded, "No... she's not, this is what she is normally like..." which I agreed, as even when sober, people assume I'm drunk... though I'm sure after last night most will know when I'm drunk from now on... as I, by any definition was mental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarikUUOe_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/kqHjXTl4kks/s1600-h/n695940185_1595079_4063087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarikUUOe_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/kqHjXTl4kks/s200/n695940185_1595079_4063087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304224366263282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlZcNOp6I/AAAAAAAAALs/ffBn1Tzp-OM/s1600-h/n762640412_5998337_1432508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlYzg8TYI/AAAAAAAAALc/HDuWM64-amU/s200/n628189063_1571858_5146886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308307325117549954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlYiNz1oI/AAAAAAAAALU/FY_bBkzITI8/s1600-h/n762640412_5998405_178921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlYiNz1oI/AAAAAAAAALU/FY_bBkzITI8/s200/n762640412_5998405_178921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308307320473900674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlYdmyOsI/AAAAAAAAALM/YRYMPPN1PSE/s1600-h/n762640412_5998389_2262774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarlYdmyOsI/AAAAAAAAALM/YRYMPPN1PSE/s200/n762640412_5998389_2262774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308307319236475586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarooZ1KPOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MxVWJY4UUZo/s1600-h/n695940185_1595100_3730232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarooZ1KPOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MxVWJY4UUZo/s200/n695940185_1595100_3730232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310891635817698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-7565661941304942864?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/7565661941304942864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/03/parttyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7565661941304942864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7565661941304942864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/03/parttyyyyy.html' title='PARTTYYYYY'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SarnEIhtdBI/AAAAAAAAAME/6CBPiXKMPq8/s72-c/n695940185_1595094_700496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-8071897356375266208</id><published>2009-02-25T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:27:42.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Aww I actually...</title><content type='html'>Love that Natalie Jones girl... she's so lovely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided not to dwell on things I can't control and to do a blog about my girls, the people I love... to remind myself that men aren't worth it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NATALIE JONES :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SaXRO0FPF3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/_3-G8blCtRY/s200/P140209_20.27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306877788354975602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niff Jonerrr... Niff is the one person I can tell anything to and she won't judge me for it. She's stupidly funny and I think the only singular faced person I know haha (aka not two faced... I could have put that instead but I decided singular faced was funnier haha). She's also very intelligent and quick witted, she doesn't complain about people like I do all the time, because she's not nasty like I tend to be harrharr. Nat is lovely to everyone all the time, prancing about leaving everybody else rolling about laughing. She will always be there for her friends- which I've learnt from experience, I consider her to be an UBER friend haha... she's a keeper :) and we have such fun doing and saying random things. She's level headed and a bit overdramatic which I find really funny and she takes an interest in other people. I think she is such a stunning person, and I'd spend more time with her if it weren't for the bloody trains!!!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next in the firing line....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JESS PURSEGLOVE XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SaXRQNSKQ_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QIG4CAIzJUw/s200/edited41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306877812299940850" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessssssss Purseglove... well first off, Jess isn't my friend, she's my family- which to me means, no matter what time of day or night it is, I'd be there for her like a shot if she needed me and it doesn't matter how much time we spend a part, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; moment we see each other again or talk, it's like nothing has changed, we go back to being the terrible twosome LMAO. She's SOOO funny, and we bring out the worst in each other haha, we rave and fall about laughing... generally for no apparent reason cos that's how we roll HAHA. She's another of those friends that keeps me happy 24-7, I can be in the foulest of moods in the world and it only takes one comment from her to have me laughing hysterically. She can be very hyperactive, but it's what compliments her addictive personality. She truly is one of the best friends I have ever had, such a beautiful person inside and out, and I would sooo get her to live with me if i could, cos lets face it, we all need a Jess Purseglove in our lives... and I've got mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAISY LEE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SaXRPZOptfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kgI5KSxL9Vw/s200/DSCF2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306877798326580722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That whore... GOD she is such a loser HAHAHAHA nahh I love this gal... we're actually losers together haha it's our facade cos we're actually the coolest people to walk the earth... LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daisy and I met on a French exchange back in the Lady Manners days. The first thing we did when we met, was cancan down a train station haha leaving everyone else embarrassed to be around us hehe. She has a weird sense of humour, and for some reason finds me funny- we bring out the worst in each other haha... and she often leaves my house a little more demented than when she arrived haha. People often mistake her for my sister asweeellll which is just funny. But dispite all the craziness, she's the loveliest person and I consider her to be one of my best friends, even though I don't get to see her often. She's so much fun and a beautiful person, I'm really glad to have her in my life. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those are my girls. My best buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's hoping that they always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-8071897356375266208?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/8071897356375266208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww-i-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/8071897356375266208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/8071897356375266208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww-i-actually.html' title='Aww I actually...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SaXRO0FPF3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/_3-G8blCtRY/s72-c/P140209_20.27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-7467318361108011417</id><published>2009-02-24T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:52:05.319Z</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars...</title><content type='html'>Yes it was that time of year again, and as it has now been deemed tradition, once again I found myself as hyperactive and excitable as I was when I was eight haha. I don't know what it is about the whole night, I'm not usually interested in award shows, yet this is the one I cannot miss!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugh Jackman proved himself a worthy host, seemingly amusing and very energetic throughout which radiated off of his immense singing and dance performances- his opening segment was particularly entertaining "swim through human excrement" haha lovely, I'm sure the lovely Kate Winslett adored that lyric with him on bended knee. I particularly enjoyed Hugh Jackman's tribute to musicals which featured Beyonce Knowles, members from Mamma Mia and High School Musical (I would gag at those last two but sometimes you have to embrace the cheesiness of bleached teeth, orange skin and camp smiles!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am indeed one of those obsessive love ladies I also thoroughly enjoyed Robert Pattinson's appearances, it was amusing how when the camera was focused on Mickey Rourke, my attention wandered to that lovely British boy behind him haha. I found Rob's funniest quote on the red carpet to be his comment about how the Oscars compared to the Twilight premieres, his response being "It's more organized. At Twilight premieres, you think you're going to die" haha a true testament I'm sure to the die hard Meyer saga fans haha, "I have nothing interesting to say" you're far too modest Robert!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I particularly enjoyed the unique set-up this year, having the previous winners of the awards provide rather flattering speeches about each of the nominees- a lovely tribute and a welcomed change from the usual montage of film sequences. Speaking of tributes, I was well and truly astonished by the amount of industry professionals who died last year, Queen Latifah's rendition of the song "I'll be seeing you" was a nice addition to the marvels, amongst the names being the legendary Bernie Mac, though I did notice that actor Brad Renfro had been overlooked, along with composer Shirley Walker which was quite surprising . Heath Ledger's memory was most definitely honored by his best supporting actor award, well deserved and I'm sure it was gracefully received as a true testament of him to the family, his parent's acceptance speech was very touching, as the camera panned over all of the audience you could see the respect and love for him radiating off of them all- a very heart warming thing to witness I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brits proved victorious with the Slumdog Millionaire's making a clean sweep with their awards, and with the lovely Kate Winslett showing how incredibly gracious she was to win the award- marking how honored she was to even be in the category with the legendary Merryl Streep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, as per usual, the Oscars lived up to expectation and left me enthusiastic enough to write this... at 1am in the morning haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall look forward to next years!!! And here's hoping Pattinson is up for best actor for Little Ashes- his new Dali film which looks thoroughly enthralling, but what can you expect? It's Robert Pattinson =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-7467318361108011417?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/7467318361108011417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7467318361108011417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/7467318361108011417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars.html' title='The Oscars...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-6489249138268594152</id><published>2009-02-18T01:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:48:15.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As always, when having a rotten day, I turned to the chaotic ramblings of a Mr Tim Minchin though to his archived blog and not his DVD. As I expected, it proved to be riddled with anecdotes as per usual and successfully lightened my mood. So I thought I'd share with you some of the things which tickled me in particular...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Vegas is fucking awful. I struggled to have a sense of humour about it. Perhaps the best symbol of the… discard ability of the place is the “Coliseum” - a 5000 seat venue which they built for Celine’s show and which apparently is now to be torn down. And named after one of the most permanent and extraordinary human-built structures on earth. I dunno. When is irony not funny? About then I reckon. The whole place feels exactly like Sideshow Alley did at the Royal Show: a simultaneously cheap and expensive oversupply of crappy, shiny, colourful ephemera. Like an extra-marital one-night stand or a Big Mac: even while you’re digging in and enjoying it, you’re suffering from premature remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;We flew to New York in an aeroplane. (Or as the Americans call them “Airplane”! Huh! Hahaha! Airplane! Hahaha!!! Crazy Americans!!). The driver who took us to our hotel asked me what I did and I told him I was a comedian and THAT is a mistake I will never make again. He told me countless jokes on that seemingly eternal drive, my favourite of which was, why did the rake break up with his girlfriend? Because she was a ho., and my least favourite was something to do with Mexicans at airports. I didn’t understand the latter, because I’m not fully versed in the subtleties of the local racialist oral tradition yet. I will be though. Bloody Mexicans with their… hats… and their… outdoor parties with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;New York City is cool. If you like feeling you’re watching a TV show from the inside, you’ll like New York. I don’t like that feeling, but once I’d shaken it off, I liked the city very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Jerry (you know who I mean… my mate Jezza Seiny) was doing the Coliseum on the same night. I didn’t chat to him about it, but I think he went OK. Obviously he would have struggled to sell tickets, but I hope he doesn’t resent me - it’s not my fault we were billed at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I signed with an agent called Richard. He seems good. He’s going to either make me a movie star, or not make me a movie star. Huh! What are the odds on one of those things happening? Crazy Americans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Tim's Twitter nonsense: &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;This snow makes me feel a long way from home. But in a nice, i-think-i'm-getting-away-with-skinny-jeans-tucked-into-snowboots kind of way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Undies and uggboots, another winter fave. but no good for running, so on go the lycra tights. Amusingly, some might think i'm joking.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Distracted by tasks, I have let myself get cold and now I have that illusory sense that I will never again regain my warmth. shower? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Big Caslon';"&gt;I hope you all were as  equally "tickled" as I was by it all haha. Have a lovely evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Big Caslon';"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3315977750801068925-6489249138268594152?l=midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/feeds/6489249138268594152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6489249138268594152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3315977750801068925/posts/default/6489249138268594152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightbluesloui.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue...'/><author><name>Loui ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03242045486392594580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-5601112760467556499</id><published>2009-02-17T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:07:02.378Z</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Chaplin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The first of these videos is a little video I put together of Charlie Chaplin mixing clips from his silent movies, to Nat King Cole's rendition of Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second is from the 1936 silent movie "Modern Times" and it's the scene in which the original instrumental composition of Charlie's "Smile" was used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae47e0fa6fbfef41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qOvddgsRXw/TinE8yqpLGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/k4W_lTlUYNA/s220/SDC15669.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315977750801068925.post-5689498261842537922</id><published>2009-02-16T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:54:42.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BQjn5II/AAAAAAAAAEw/jvXE9LYOnXg/s1600-h/Pause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BQjn5II/AAAAAAAAAEw/jvXE9LYOnXg/s200/Pause.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542736713409666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BJAhF5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RKkJKGoqkgw/s1600-h/Pouty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Words by John Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BJAhF5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RKkJKGoqkgw/s1600-h/Pouty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and Geoffrey Parsons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Music by Charlie Chaplin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BH9IMdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8vZIRoMBTHo/s200/booty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542734404465106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smile even though its breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BJAhF5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RKkJKGoqkgw/s200/Pouty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542734687115154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you just smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BjdroEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tzBKxyIj2_0/s200/sdhf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542741788762178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;instrumental interlude=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/instrumental&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;instrumental interlude=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/instrumental&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;instrumental interlude=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/instrumental&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;instrumental interlude=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/instrumental&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wctavm3l__o/SZn4BMlXCmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GmTZBHWPcJo/s200/AHHH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542735646952034" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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