tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36760708965067600012024-03-14T08:59:28.797+00:00Bea's BlogBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-19270219390547929882010-06-22T15:35:00.004+01:002010-06-22T15:41:43.747+01:00Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-1386776959792442492010-05-13T17:40:00.003+01:002010-05-13T17:49:30.581+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj696siJFBViQhM07XxbSRzDLdUQXUoxgwWeUwD9sAxpuNBht3dHVw4_lPeQbb2enoPLiTRS06Tbzj8PmTpsCjzUQ-YPY8_NZdczSvFgoRK91u4WNoRH0Zv2Y0ZT-FyKBXitXuQpcJtlyU/s1600/tumblr_krv349TTB31qa8weoo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj696siJFBViQhM07XxbSRzDLdUQXUoxgwWeUwD9sAxpuNBht3dHVw4_lPeQbb2enoPLiTRS06Tbzj8PmTpsCjzUQ-YPY8_NZdczSvFgoRK91u4WNoRH0Zv2Y0ZT-FyKBXitXuQpcJtlyU/s400/tumblr_krv349TTB31qa8weoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470797674152502850" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-61053098651218238142010-05-13T17:38:00.002+01:002010-05-13T17:50:36.129+01:00"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indespensable to somebody. Who I need is someone who will eat up all of my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-52683341156001200522010-05-13T17:36:00.000+01:002010-05-13T17:37:41.423+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_49xH_JtL-1RrjYODdisBcWjn-HxNvaR5_GM2rHqazwC7A96fzbZ58AY17CAvNhfxNZGLu20QHlfkci1YeNyL4zIxjdGbIduqt2ZaAC_eSLsx78DTmxblECE1YvrYZbvP3Sjb1r3jLm8/s1600/tumblr_l0st1gTZKv1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_49xH_JtL-1RrjYODdisBcWjn-HxNvaR5_GM2rHqazwC7A96fzbZ58AY17CAvNhfxNZGLu20QHlfkci1YeNyL4zIxjdGbIduqt2ZaAC_eSLsx78DTmxblECE1YvrYZbvP3Sjb1r3jLm8/s320/tumblr_l0st1gTZKv1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470794706367268642" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-30741923044077208132010-02-12T18:55:00.003+00:002010-02-12T19:04:18.982+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRJ6lIuaAtw0VJlJQlBX63tcmx5YvpIN7FiF8tABwc4tGSzehVKXwpaQA4bJEZTq9LKXHVPnQm-vlwt5fZkvXc32C0SgLB9DAxBObib7GtxTmAxAHM-BoSsD5YnoTSIYELgUS_n2tOzk/s1600-h/normal.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRJ6lIuaAtw0VJlJQlBX63tcmx5YvpIN7FiF8tABwc4tGSzehVKXwpaQA4bJEZTq9LKXHVPnQm-vlwt5fZkvXc32C0SgLB9DAxBObib7GtxTmAxAHM-BoSsD5YnoTSIYELgUS_n2tOzk/s320/normal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437434468847270178" /></a><br />Im often too lazy to write in the blog if I know I can just stick a picture in, this ones pretty self explanatory<br />Poster for the first muisc event of hopefully more to come that Im organisingBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-84859367174809001402010-02-10T19:12:00.002+00:002010-02-10T19:15:00.493+00:00Your Just too Good to Lose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijx0oiMaPWhkqPAaWmyGuYE_vCuXtnuJUI4xNcVQoz7jdC6brtw6Igy1t62BsgCJiTio0Gt-kWQD9CS__m_PghAujW9dDbaV3Ll-d7FHWmVrV7K8i3ItDGc3hCPlHbJh81GMzXSbqRrkE/s1600-h/10.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijx0oiMaPWhkqPAaWmyGuYE_vCuXtnuJUI4xNcVQoz7jdC6brtw6Igy1t62BsgCJiTio0Gt-kWQD9CS__m_PghAujW9dDbaV3Ll-d7FHWmVrV7K8i3ItDGc3hCPlHbJh81GMzXSbqRrkE/s320/10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436695422398526354" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-24918379155548172852010-02-08T16:52:00.002+00:002010-02-08T16:53:08.462+00:00I was pouting by age 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUKR4I3iXt8MNMmgmGfFoz9wVlgtiat38z-nNDOqbAUlppxSsAZRAyw5lUcQ-Pbp7v71Sgix9VkNT8uToFThI2SVNz0lBX6Ow9Ke_hoXdV6xxNZPDWg721WeMTpCtBC4c8SlNsOTGlRU/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUKR4I3iXt8MNMmgmGfFoz9wVlgtiat38z-nNDOqbAUlppxSsAZRAyw5lUcQ-Pbp7v71Sgix9VkNT8uToFThI2SVNz0lBX6Ow9Ke_hoXdV6xxNZPDWg721WeMTpCtBC4c8SlNsOTGlRU/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435916620094046706" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-74040913756157810612010-02-08T16:42:00.001+00:002010-02-08T16:50:09.860+00:00im drawing again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG2m_z1Ee2DBIWRio2OFvIDmdMMefGKudlrvfz5D-S-bVa1z_PWRZPqV5BVt2kaFFr5fB2YOJwzzb0d_nd9Kwtcj1ZvcgL59pXzKBTx8LNnmgsnV6lGj8GzgoaTttXJulB2QMtRKfEyw/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG2m_z1Ee2DBIWRio2OFvIDmdMMefGKudlrvfz5D-S-bVa1z_PWRZPqV5BVt2kaFFr5fB2YOJwzzb0d_nd9Kwtcj1ZvcgL59pXzKBTx8LNnmgsnV6lGj8GzgoaTttXJulB2QMtRKfEyw/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435915443940131682" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-56131380697943634402010-02-07T16:31:00.003+00:002010-02-07T16:32:21.364+00:00I think everyones looking forward to Alice in Wonderland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYINK6rdKET2A-FVpstWlmHFWaGpmFcBG3Nn5mpq6pITsOIUdska2102evgYHA6NNn-T_NSLCaZMFyO-0DfWj-HRKzMvXp5i5A0kXEBkiTtGJ9GYA6gPWj_fwFKraBMlYtz7PptUoHbo/s1600-h/469998_mad_hatter_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYINK6rdKET2A-FVpstWlmHFWaGpmFcBG3Nn5mpq6pITsOIUdska2102evgYHA6NNn-T_NSLCaZMFyO-0DfWj-HRKzMvXp5i5A0kXEBkiTtGJ9GYA6gPWj_fwFKraBMlYtz7PptUoHbo/s320/469998_mad_hatter_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435540060965772882" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-76532257356538105482010-02-05T23:57:00.009+00:002010-02-10T15:35:46.002+00:00good luck ♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxOre6ndy706oEU16H_7leVOSjJE0B19QPXTqRYttDHzyhi2vk97B4oe6NWoeI9lMTtvWqBiyzPMm9d1CuvjYw-wfNva0vIEDa-pjor60aT3peu-eVepvR3zoBEsoz9YQsnlsLO4_HDk/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxOre6ndy706oEU16H_7leVOSjJE0B19QPXTqRYttDHzyhi2vk97B4oe6NWoeI9lMTtvWqBiyzPMm9d1CuvjYw-wfNva0vIEDa-pjor60aT3peu-eVepvR3zoBEsoz9YQsnlsLO4_HDk/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434913327855868226" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-54890726132464949922010-02-05T15:35:00.001+00:002010-02-05T15:36:40.697+00:00I dont like the thought of OCD!<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JHINokmH6w&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JHINokmH6w&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-76802565065894896732010-02-04T19:15:00.005+00:002010-02-04T19:29:11.159+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIJ8OUYSJU0qw1_tt7jVyRXK4AgkhV-7TSI5LDQ8XhS5Uz0I4YsAknNr8-0S-1Kb8DEOAVW1LP_Rkr2n1FWWA7R9D2tHqyKoNY4POX0DFyhOhxt94gxgYeFPkN8sUzNqCfaaUH2XOZ-Y/s1600-h/3990106554_95221b6ae8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIJ8OUYSJU0qw1_tt7jVyRXK4AgkhV-7TSI5LDQ8XhS5Uz0I4YsAknNr8-0S-1Kb8DEOAVW1LP_Rkr2n1FWWA7R9D2tHqyKoNY4POX0DFyhOhxt94gxgYeFPkN8sUzNqCfaaUH2XOZ-Y/s320/3990106554_95221b6ae8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472569622164930" /></a><br /><br />I dont think Im ever going to start this fashion blog! I just dont see me getting a new camera anytime soon happening<br />well actually thats just reminded me that my brother made a vague offer of giving me his manual professional very expensive camera he never uses<br />so maybe.. well actually no<br />because even if i had that It wouldnt be digital so wouldnt be going on the computer<br />but wait! scanner.<br />oh technology, okay i appreciate you at times like these<br />but usually i dont have anything good to say about technology<br />ipods, computers, digital cameras <br />for reasons i wont go into a rant about<br />but im being a completet hypocrite because i used my digital camera when it was working every single day and im on facebook every day and so on<br />but still, if someone handed me the decision on the plate<br />to go back to vinyls and listening to music on albums in your room and it being special<br />taking photos on a manual and waiting to get them developed, and only taking the odd picture that might end up on your fridge<br />and instead of tv wed read and hang out with our family and have hobbies<br />and 5 year olds wouldnt be addicted to the playstation and only allowing their mits to touch ben 10 and bratz branded toys<br /><br />i think id jump on getting rid of technology, albeit keeping useful stuff like good quality dvds, microwaves etc.Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-91236399415243807092010-01-18T19:07:00.000+00:002010-01-18T19:08:18.562+00:00My kind of girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfkIjRH4Y6bnI-RAPwwIoqOOKy_q3mI7CDWCxr_-pWlS25RD5sA8q09l7DqpPtcrRUr5KwnP0jnkjIeDDhi6zSvgx7BVlYWGeQlAaknGvZexe7jWY6ojtGaBpiCh2uxVqWUA3jEuyy90/s1600-h/439517_DSC_0003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfkIjRH4Y6bnI-RAPwwIoqOOKy_q3mI7CDWCxr_-pWlS25RD5sA8q09l7DqpPtcrRUr5KwnP0jnkjIeDDhi6zSvgx7BVlYWGeQlAaknGvZexe7jWY6ojtGaBpiCh2uxVqWUA3jEuyy90/s320/439517_DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428158727184064338" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-52156923141061011172010-01-06T19:33:00.005+00:002010-01-06T19:34:35.991+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBBfO23sAANEc4IZb_pNMTlTz8hup9UeC2AQeLWhota-cANPUd7HJ5Yex3A7MvmP8pHLnV3LzrRK5oNGng4HlcZQAK-EB1M4Rn64EzLiyLHBY6XOIPMpXX2e0UB4k8rHiABOgXB0o6kU/s1600-h/430160_Sleepover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBBfO23sAANEc4IZb_pNMTlTz8hup9UeC2AQeLWhota-cANPUd7HJ5Yex3A7MvmP8pHLnV3LzrRK5oNGng4HlcZQAK-EB1M4Rn64EzLiyLHBY6XOIPMpXX2e0UB4k8rHiABOgXB0o6kU/s320/430160_Sleepover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423712197635842658" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-67144226957964114502009-12-28T23:37:00.002+00:002010-03-02T00:13:37.562+00:00My new beloved writing desk<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vpegdnL6VFzC9cl_6sbYKMDKe2wOs2KJOe4Au2_2a4qkcVZ4rI0m87NK3jMWHEPKAGlGvVBvKqWN9dWR1JGS4HsWyPEdNEMybPGaymiTyHObcP8hDQcbxu6z6PMb4GR7XEEacQN1YFU/s1600-h/image-upload-145-723003.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vpegdnL6VFzC9cl_6sbYKMDKe2wOs2KJOe4Au2_2a4qkcVZ4rI0m87NK3jMWHEPKAGlGvVBvKqWN9dWR1JGS4HsWyPEdNEMybPGaymiTyHObcP8hDQcbxu6z6PMb4GR7XEEacQN1YFU/s320/image-upload-145-723003.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Iv been sitting here drinking a glass of wine, scribling away my goals for 2010 and listening to my new jose vanders album </span><br /></div>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-52951331936085190742009-12-19T17:40:00.000+00:002009-12-19T17:41:40.459+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT8tBLO3eAeFM2aVr2v-adPEnQ6Zj8cstF5phfnriNDhBi4OIE2gGoGIeWllpnXr6xiFO0uVJlTuqltdwPa-NOs3674ADtQRWknDdu_GBpY57mi_48ZIuZEoc67_8mR0K3jkrfRm2d4I/s1600-h/11gqclg.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT8tBLO3eAeFM2aVr2v-adPEnQ6Zj8cstF5phfnriNDhBi4OIE2gGoGIeWllpnXr6xiFO0uVJlTuqltdwPa-NOs3674ADtQRWknDdu_GBpY57mi_48ZIuZEoc67_8mR0K3jkrfRm2d4I/s320/11gqclg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417003843055799842" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-36189407781370648172009-12-17T16:38:00.002+00:002009-12-17T16:40:08.754+00:00A heart of gold and a face so pale<br />With a second hand dress and the lips of a temptress ♥Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-39184922427322986412009-12-03T21:06:00.003+00:002010-02-10T15:36:54.999+00:00Polar Opposite to my last postI had such a great day today, I was radiating with happiness when I got home, and kept thinking I wanted to hold onto this feeling as long as possible, and realllllllly hope tomorrow will be as lovely as today and yesterday. Im so scared of losing this little bit of happiness, because its a rare state of late, not that Im depressed, just wouldnt say I was generally happy<br />But yeh, yesterday I was in a really good mood, and could be myself and keep my favourite kind of company. Me and the girls went to Macdonalds, Emily joy riding and blasting out chav club land music with the windows rolled down so we could pump our tunes for the passing ladies ;)I was half ashamed half couldnt fight it, and I didnt fight it! I popped out them body rolls<br /><br />Then today I slept in late, and then sat making Emily a mixed CD because it was her 18th today, and everyone forgot!:( So I got into college for 12 to see Emily and try and brighten her day, and I wore a knee length black tutu skirt, black vest, waist belt, crimson vintage doc martens, and a cream ruffly military style jacket, and it made me feel so good because I havent been inspired to dress like that for a while, and so many people complimented me on it. And then I made friends with this campish guy because I left my purse in the library and he took it and handed it into the art teachers because he assumed that I was an art student he later told me because I dressed like a nutter, and he was really lovely and we hit it off pretty well so he made me promise to say hi to him when I next see him around college!Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-72106628344887835612009-11-30T16:02:00.004+00:002009-11-30T16:11:29.721+00:00This is one of them days when everything that could go wrong..Didnt get to sleep till 5am, when the birds were singing<br />My phone was ringing and so I stumbled towards it and answered and it was my boss asking me if I realised I had work today..<br />And it was 10am<br />So with a croaky sore throat said Ill get my clothes on and give you a call when Im at the station<br />Franticly ran around throwing on clothes, and then realised before I ran out the door that I looked like a trucker<br />Then after getting the train my boss picked me up and literally less than a minute into getting into the shop I slipped and fell on a concrete floor and the pain went from the top of my arm down to my foot, and this was in front of a dozen or so customers all gaping and gasping simultaneously, and I just lay on the floor on my back with my legs in the air like a dog waiting to be tickled<br />For the next 3 hours I sat in whats basically just a shed, freezing my charlotte bits off, but was glad to be working again because Im skint<br />for my boss to then say right were shutting up the shop! meaning I was yet again only getting payed £12 as opposed to £35 =|<br />and finally, my boss drove me to the station and seeing as I only had two minutes till the train came I ran like mad and as I was running towards the train it pulled out, and I had to stand on the platform for 30 minutes till the next train. But I did ring Kate whilst sitting at the station and ranted for a while, until my phone went dead and cut us off :DBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-60733630321467296502009-11-29T23:22:00.008+00:002009-11-29T23:37:53.180+00:00Favourite Films<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET6f-u-lU3_wUhBP8BXaSxLlp93XhHoaGWKIj7WQrKV2XgQxpqrH-9j9We7MBfX6sCISbfEoEeSI51hyxcZBsGLv4a_Z3xea3Cf_4mPTor2S5uikJQdPecX9nUtQFh_x8Kk262uu9PhA/s1600/197723c40.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET6f-u-lU3_wUhBP8BXaSxLlp93XhHoaGWKIj7WQrKV2XgQxpqrH-9j9We7MBfX6sCISbfEoEeSI51hyxcZBsGLv4a_Z3xea3Cf_4mPTor2S5uikJQdPecX9nUtQFh_x8Kk262uu9PhA/s320/197723c40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670605771841266" /></a><br />Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is the best film I'v ever watched, it transports you to another world and its one of them films that when it finishes you look at love and life differently, and you get wrapped up in its atmosphere<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KrsRv-6DD2dDP4GXwDPa_fMf82IiZlFFKLnBF16YPtmaGEWtzR8SAYmR1OlPkdgJogpG9-YdWkqgi-tvmq1Bqu0uXE0k5QUGNpvPAUp1zXBNVXqIr-VpbVL8Ee1URrVnn_-3fCLdP-s/s1600/ELIZABETHTOWN4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0KrsRv-6DD2dDP4GXwDPa_fMf82IiZlFFKLnBF16YPtmaGEWtzR8SAYmR1OlPkdgJogpG9-YdWkqgi-tvmq1Bqu0uXE0k5QUGNpvPAUp1zXBNVXqIr-VpbVL8Ee1URrVnn_-3fCLdP-s/s320/ELIZABETHTOWN4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670255235560866" /></a><br /><br />Elizabthtown is a film to watch if you like romance, but without the cheese, and an actual good story behind it, and isnt just centred on romance<br />watch this film :) its heartwarming, and one of my favourites :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8pSqPQ3tDCYDMvP3QV-KBbBBGibMzYPMasU9pU3i27vRR3_74GmaPAAiLjpyZiRkv9dyedDXt_7TirHyXHwvAq0rOIYN3v1sKzkxSkDEr2mMa5kOKd83mfvGoajNAGcI8dyGcC3ybNA/s1600/amelie-zorro.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8pSqPQ3tDCYDMvP3QV-KBbBBGibMzYPMasU9pU3i27vRR3_74GmaPAAiLjpyZiRkv9dyedDXt_7TirHyXHwvAq0rOIYN3v1sKzkxSkDEr2mMa5kOKd83mfvGoajNAGcI8dyGcC3ybNA/s320/amelie-zorro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409673089293805522" /></a><br />Amelie, which has now become a classic is a beautiful french film full of imagination and is an incredibly enjoyable film to watch<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vvhCRWfRClG4Da6WrWB-om5hec-bajB_6DSWU8W35DCl1ZZ7cbNvnphrNMi3Zr5RCp219U3lc_hCfXUUP19I1i07E54zeZtAR_NrSlXvFj_WPQfgXGEkAHofonSI3auuunDcdXqTxmA/s1600/0000289576-96932L.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vvhCRWfRClG4Da6WrWB-om5hec-bajB_6DSWU8W35DCl1ZZ7cbNvnphrNMi3Zr5RCp219U3lc_hCfXUUP19I1i07E54zeZtAR_NrSlXvFj_WPQfgXGEkAHofonSI3auuunDcdXqTxmA/s320/0000289576-96932L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409670997510665506" /></a><br />Factory Girl is about the life of Edie Sedgwick, she was the underground twiggy in 60's New York, Andy Warhols muse, and Boby Dylans lover<br />A great drama, it made me fascinated with Edie Sedgwick's life, and her fashion tooBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-58828463775207611442009-11-28T18:40:00.007+00:002009-11-28T18:50:55.259+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyAm4SQGIlPvd_evU2x_4VpMd7TuXISOvyry2NXybKWZkGwLbSmELNKsyWBIdKoHxje6YxlEevfaftIjFsUw3o_p5F3f3fNAGDy_TYnraTX9GHmhEkHvvHnbDTXgBU8nQt2HhXm0pJaU/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyAm4SQGIlPvd_evU2x_4VpMd7TuXISOvyry2NXybKWZkGwLbSmELNKsyWBIdKoHxje6YxlEevfaftIjFsUw3o_p5F3f3fNAGDy_TYnraTX9GHmhEkHvvHnbDTXgBU8nQt2HhXm0pJaU/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409226340739109874" /></a><br /><br />My mum trying on her wedding dress aged 19 in 1972, it was given to her by her auntie who who wore it for her wedding in the early 1950's and promised my mum she would keep it for hers. I really hope that no one has thrown it away and its still in an attic somewhere because If I ever get married Id love to wear it myselfBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-25291934870097145852009-11-28T17:34:00.001+00:002009-11-28T17:37:38.166+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrxnYU0HAXLeniH8cr0wcs7mGx9NF5z57rwO_-YHOIipho724iZUOGE4llKCyqp5V4KS5th4hijbrLkYs27vWDqjRPhnfisaoverEMfy6Ak-BrQG0pC0c1VHpdo1Bu0AGNSpMU2C68Ro/s1600/5752412117463_Brown_l1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrxnYU0HAXLeniH8cr0wcs7mGx9NF5z57rwO_-YHOIipho724iZUOGE4llKCyqp5V4KS5th4hijbrLkYs27vWDqjRPhnfisaoverEMfy6Ak-BrQG0pC0c1VHpdo1Bu0AGNSpMU2C68Ro/s320/5752412117463_Brown_l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409210035685164434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngay8OjMJ3xtGhOrCcmTvejxzZbuzz2WU7udgfdOrwB-10M1_s9j8LPDS32MFwpN73fbE6JBcvplNceIEUsSnPpvupaHQygI3J2D8XN5cb3Y4qi3vJUrtaFtCk0F3JSz6sba0tvhBXpI/s1600/5111424665462_Ivory_l2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngay8OjMJ3xtGhOrCcmTvejxzZbuzz2WU7udgfdOrwB-10M1_s9j8LPDS32MFwpN73fbE6JBcvplNceIEUsSnPpvupaHQygI3J2D8XN5cb3Y4qi3vJUrtaFtCk0F3JSz6sba0tvhBXpI/s320/5111424665462_Ivory_l2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409209582141589394" /></a>Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512058420114813376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676070896506760001.post-70491063804157609712009-11-28T15:57:00.003+00:002009-11-28T16:02:23.337+00:00In times like these we turn to Music, Literature and Art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyy3sH57KB8exs-exQ8ju8IDqKYLBBVR6ovgimH6_S5A8ORZjpDlCkt9Dh6103BXpeLJ0-4XtrTIita7-Ik4r_1JY-kiL2u5dKpXl-lwVxNXGgvfTmYyV_2R48M2YbDbiU3Pv_qjTn5Gg/s1600/piano.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyy3sH57KB8exs-exQ8ju8IDqKYLBBVR6ovgimH6_S5A8ORZjpDlCkt9Dh6103BXpeLJ0-4XtrTIita7-Ik4r_1JY-kiL2u5dKpXl-lwVxNXGgvfTmYyV_2R48M2YbDbiU3Pv_qjTn5Gg/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409185486594669778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLE7YpYHpoGUP4aybJppiGibIFMg08m63tv4o-wgw1AYuYd82_H_M_TsW-kInq5RAOwdV5Ib5fY9CyjCm49cGB3Hj6JyiZ9X71Yle2LUN4WGBz6VnijVb0VcJdfrMbXEVcBOmxYjDJwA/s1600/33.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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