<?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-13860208</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:08:45.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Kind Of Wonderland.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-116247014211658671</id><published>2006-11-02T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:22:22.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I was sitting listening to the David Gray song - say hello &amp; wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take your hands off me, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't belong to you, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look in my face, for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never knew you, you never knew me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say hello goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say hello and wave goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The lyrics took me back a few years to a night that Scot and I were in morriarties in Cumbernauld and this years love by David Gray came on. I dont know if Scot remembers that he started singing along to the song. That was not the first time it hit me. I am falling in love with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for some time after that night I repeatedly listened to the David Gray album white ladder, probably because it brought back the memory of that night. One day in work (dobbies) i was trying to find a cd to put on for when I was unpacking a delivery and I spotted the white ladder album so I stuck it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am sitting on a crate full of candles and burning oil when all of a sudden I start crying. The pain of knowing that I had fallen in love with someone that I didnt think would ever love me back the way I loved him. The pain of knowing that this guy is in love with someone else. I have really cared for people ive had relationships with in the past but this was the first time I had truly loved someone so much that it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone close to me knows how this turned out. Believe me, I never thought that 3 years later we would be together, that I could be with Scot and have him love me back as much as I love him, but I guess real life can have happy endings too and its not just saved for fairytales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Scot with all of my heart. He has no idea how happy it makes me to look into his eyes and see how much he cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will keep the rest of the memories for another blog!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-116247014211658671?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/116247014211658671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=116247014211658671&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/116247014211658671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/116247014211658671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/11/lyrical-memories.html' title='Lyrical Memories'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115967311678560184</id><published>2006-10-01T03:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T04:25:16.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jumeirah jane</title><content type='html'>well I made it to Dubai safe and sound. I managed to sort out a laptop for my parents which means I will have net access and will be able to keep in touch with everyone. Myspace was actually a blocked site in the uae but Dubai have unblocked it due to the amount of people complaining. The only thing...the messages page, the friends request page and the bulletins are still blocked, so I can update my page and view other peoples but I cant read the messages or bulletins that anyone post. Its crazy and very very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the 7 days paper the night I arrived and spotted an add for the desert rythm festival and John Mayer is one of the artists playing at it!!!! I am so excited, cant wait till the 26th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK im gonna go get showered and ready then head down to the pool. Got a busy day of sunbathing and swimming ahead of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love always,&lt;br /&gt;Karen , training jumeirah jane&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-115967311678560184?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115967311678560184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115967311678560184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115967311678560184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115967311678560184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/10/jumeirah-jane.html' title='jumeirah jane'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115889628337425259</id><published>2006-09-22T04:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T04:38:03.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aardvarks &amp; Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;and sometimes I wonder why im not a people person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaanyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im getting my little self ready for "The Move" and I decide to do a little research on the "gay scene" in Dubai.  I dunno maybe its Susan convincing me to re-watch an episode from series 3 of the L Word, Maybe its one too many nights out at El Bennets, maybe one too many glasses of red wine, whatever it is, it got my back up so much  that I felt the need to post a blog about its &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ridiculosity" target="_self"&gt;ridiculosity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type the words "Dubai Gay Scene" Into my faithful friend google and find myself at a forum all about gay life in the middle east. I follow a link here and there only to find myself reading an article about what the &lt;a href="http://www.gaymiddleeast.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;middle east gay journal&lt;/a&gt; describes as demonization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saudi authorities arrested 20 young men after raiding a suspected gay wedding in the southern town of Jizan, a newspaper reported on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The detainees, who were among some 400 men attending "the wedding party of two men" on Tuesday, had been "emulating women," the Al-Watan paper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, some 250 people were detained in the police raid on the party but the rest were later released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police had "arrested the wanted people and released those who have nothing to do with the matter," the paper quoted a police commander as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guests were also seen chewing qat, an illegal narcotic widely used in neighbouring Yemen, on a hill above the square where the party was being held, Al-Watan said&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It has been pointed out that there are  extremely few people who will stand up for the rights of gay people in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People against homosexuality I can understand, ive been there walking down Queen street, holding hands with a girl and getting more abuse thrown at me than I did in high school, but being arrested for loving someone so much that you want to spend the rest of your life with that person, whether they be gay, straight or a fucking llama, and share the experience with the people that you love. Why are people so against this and feel the need to set laws against it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a gay female, but I have many gay friends, its what I know and love. How can people bring themselves to set these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;" id="AutoNumber1" align="left" border="0" bordercolor="#111111" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="65%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="159" valign="top" width="1%"&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 6px;"&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="5" align="center" bgcolor="#e7e7e0" height="1" valign="top" width="20%"&gt;     &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 6px;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt 4px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   Sexual activity : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 4px;" align="left"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   Same-sex male : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 4px;" align="left"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ad0400;"&gt;                   Illegal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 4px;" align="left"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   same-sex female : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 0pt 4px;" align="left"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ad0400;"&gt;                   Illegal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-115889628337425259?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115889628337425259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115889628337425259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115889628337425259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115889628337425259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/09/aardvarks-adventures.html' title='Aardvarks &amp; Adventures'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115748729146547850</id><published>2006-09-05T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:14:51.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How it works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is how it works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're young until you're not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You love until you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You try until you can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You laugh until you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You cry until you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And everyone must breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Until their dying breath&lt;/span&gt; &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/13860208-115748729146547850?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115748729146547850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115748729146547850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115748729146547850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115748729146547850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-it-works.html' title='How it works'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115715998105417596</id><published>2006-09-02T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:18:50.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Look alikes...apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/12/32/1232_18368f9d8f44o9i7ot10.jpg" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sex Face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/09/92/0992_43430efc8f44gl23ox10.jpg" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/11/20/1120_5614a16d8f44wdybo110.jpg" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fugly&lt;/span&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/13860208-115715998105417596?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115715998105417596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115715998105417596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115715998105417596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115715998105417596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/09/celebrity-look-alikesapparently.html' title='Celebrity Look alikes...apparently'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115409853738468294</id><published>2006-07-28T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:55:37.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am walking&lt;br /&gt;Out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I am listening to the low moan&lt;br /&gt;Of the dial tone again&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere with you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get through...&lt;br /&gt;The old woman behind the pink curtains&lt;br /&gt;And the closed door&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor&lt;br /&gt;She's listening through the air shaft&lt;br /&gt;To see how long our swan song can last&lt;br /&gt;And both hands&lt;br /&gt;Now use both hands&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am writing&lt;br /&gt;Graffitti on your body&lt;br /&gt;I am drawing the story of&lt;br /&gt;How hard we tried&lt;br /&gt;I am watching your chest rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;Like the tides of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of it all&lt;br /&gt;And your bones have been my bedframe&lt;br /&gt;And your flesh has been my pillow&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for sleep&lt;br /&gt;To offer up the deep&lt;br /&gt;With both hands&lt;br /&gt;In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall&lt;br /&gt;And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all&lt;br /&gt;And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;And eventually the landlord will come&lt;br /&gt;And paint over it all&lt;br /&gt;And I am walking&lt;br /&gt;Out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting nowhere with you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get though&lt;br /&gt;So now use both hands&lt;br /&gt;Please use both hands&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am writing graffitti on your body&lt;br /&gt;I am drawing the story of how hard we tried&lt;br /&gt;Hard we tried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-115409853738468294?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115409853738468294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115409853738468294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115409853738468294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115409853738468294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/07/both-hands.html' title='Both Hands'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115375064565847763</id><published>2006-07-24T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:17:25.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper hearts</title><content type='html'>I dont post on here nealy as much as I should. Mainly due to myspace. Im on there nearly every day so it is easier just to post a blog on there.  I will get back into the routine of posting on here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has been happening. Ive started a new job at the Inland Revenue in Cumbernauld. Its going great. It was originaly only a temp job till September but my contract has been extended to February when the unit I work in closes down. My manager told me on our 1to1 the other day that if I am still there next year I could apply for a managers position! Will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has finaly sold. Im not really sure how I feel about that. Im happy that it has finaly sold and I dont need to worry about viewings anymore but I cant help but feel a little sad that  will be leaving my home of 14 years. I have alot of memories here, both bad and good. My parents are coming home on the 11th August and the new couple are moving in on the 18th August.  I think we are gonna be renting a flat in Falkirk until we decide about Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot and I are going to Dubai on the 29th September till the 14th October. We are both really excited. This will be the first proper abroad holiday we have been on together. This will be Scots first time in Dubai, im sure he will love it its hard not to! Depending on what Scot thinks of the place there is a good chance we could be moving there in March next year. Its a big decision to make. We will need to check out the jobs and things before deciding but we will take it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My website has gone down, mainly because I dont have the time anymore to update it. Ive not done any design since I started this new job. I just dont seem to have the time to spare anymore, that and I seem to have a mental block when it comes to making anything. I sit in front of the computer and start to design a website or a myspace layout and it doesnt look right so I scrap it and move on to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at John &amp; Hazels for dinner on saturday night. It was a beautiful meal. Everytime they make dinner its like something you would get at a fancy restaurant. The chocolate fountain was my favourite part! (no surprise there as Scot would say :P )  I managed to change the colour of Scots shirt from white to pink. I nudged my glass of red wine with my foot and spilled a little on the floor and on Scots foot, so I went to the kitchen got a cloth to clean up my mess and top up my glass, when I sat back down on the couch the glass slid right out of my hand onto Scot. I of course found this very funny, maybe because that wasnt my first glass of wine that night! dont think Scot found it as funny, especialy the next morning as he sat eating his roll and bacon with a wet pink shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out 2 weeks ago and bought a 2 layer hutch for Alfie, he is loving it. Everytime we go to take him out he runs into the sleeping area and thumps his foot so im guessing he doesnt wanna come out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I better go finish getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-115375064565847763?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115375064565847763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115375064565847763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115375064565847763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115375064565847763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/07/paper-hearts.html' title='Paper hearts'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-115210263456706014</id><published>2006-07-05T13:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:30:34.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doll By Miss Yoshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes the air in your lungs just isnt enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i pulled the strings too tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes a breath can make you tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe this kiss will bring you to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcelain cheeks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blonde curly hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked into your glass eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone must be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turn my back and hope to move you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk from the room and see if you call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont like this game of hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont wanna play it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcelain cheeks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blonde curly hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked into your glass eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone must be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes the air in your lungs just isnt enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i pulled the strings too tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes a breath can make you tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe this kiss will bring you to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcelian cheeks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blonde curly hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked into your glass eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone must be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i saw you blink and ive felt you tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked into your glass eyes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I Love the lyrics to this song. Miss Yoshi played at the mixing rooms last saturday, a night arranged by DRP, and she was outstanding. She blew the crowd away with her stunning lyrics and amazing vocals.  My favourite was her cover of Radioheads Creep.  You can catch Miss Yoshi on myspace &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/borrowtheworld"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/13860208-115210263456706014?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/115210263456706014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=115210263456706014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115210263456706014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/115210263456706014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/07/doll.html' title='Doll'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-114350245461012463</id><published>2006-03-27T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:34:14.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberstalking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:-1;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberstalking is the use of the Internet or other electronic means to stalk someone. This term is used interchangeably with online harassment and online abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its getting bad when your old boss tracks you down over the internet!! I received this comment from one of mine -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI KAREN IT'S IAN HERE YOUR OLD BOSS BEEN READING YOUR COMMENTS ALTHOUGH NOTHING BAD HAS BEEN WRITTEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW THAT YOU WERE DOING THIS DIARY - TO BE QUITE HONEST - YOU HAVE TO HAVE MY PERMISSION TO WRITE ABOUT ME AND YOU HAVE TO CHECK THE LEGAL DETAILS ABOUT WRITING ABOUT AMT'S BUSINESS ON THE INTERNET - I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO DELETE ANY REFERENCE TO MYSELF OR I MAY HAVE TO CONTACT MY LAWYER" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am no legal whiz but I know for a fact that I do not have to get your permission to write about you in my online journal using your first name. Nor is it illegal for me to state that I worked for AMT. I am not using any slander against yourself or the company I was simply stating the fact that I worked for amt and that I had a boss called Ian.  And to get another thing straight I was not writing about AMT's business, I wrote about events that happened to me on that date. If I receive any further communications from you I will personally contact the head of AMT to advise that you are searching for me over the internet and harassing me online and we can see what they want to do about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-114350245461012463?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/114350245461012463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=114350245461012463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114350245461012463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114350245461012463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/03/cyberstalking.html' title='Cyberstalking'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-114246440946849973</id><published>2006-03-15T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:13:29.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Warrior Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/warrior-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't give up. You're committed and brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/13860208-114246440946849973?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/114246440946849973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=114246440946849973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114246440946849973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114246440946849973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-warrior-soul-youre-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-114245124920613609</id><published>2006-03-15T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:34:09.340Z</updated><title type='text'>100 things to know about Karen</title><content type='html'>1. PICK ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;the one under my nose, Got it falling over my back doorstep when I was 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT ARE ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Just paint...need to get some nice pictures..deviant prints here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Silver and flippy and a bit dented and scratched.  It has a pink heart charm on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Lets not be silly... I'm NOT listing everything here... Chances are you know, or have looked at my profile before nosing through blog entries!!! If not... go and look there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;yeah 21:21 haha easy to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;A hug please...&lt;br /&gt;Or some apple pie with vanilla ice cream... That'd be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS AT TIMES?&lt;br /&gt;My friends, the way things were never complicated when you were younger.&lt;br /&gt;The way things used to be....&lt;br /&gt;Being cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;I guess jewellery that has been given to me from my family &amp; Scot.....and the bigfoot teddy bear that Scot gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Moschino cheap &amp;amp; Chic perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Scots aftershave &amp; Fresh cut grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;not really, unless there are alot of people around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU DIED TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;I'd want to be able to see how everyone reacted.&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about this a lot... Is that messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...dunno  probably at something silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;Moschino cheap &amp;amp; Chic or  Armani She.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno..any I spose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;br /&gt;On a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU MAD?&lt;br /&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. SPELL THE WORDS FOR DNA:&lt;br /&gt;DeoxyriboNucleic Acid   (ok so I cheated google is my friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT BONDS ARE THE MOST PREVALENT AND MAKE UP PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;Family bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;nope, I know a little German but not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)&lt;br /&gt;if you dont count family then Scott Murray(my 1st boyfriend) gave me a friendship bracelet thing that he made me..was quite sweet actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd go for the tell them option.&lt;br /&gt;Or make them something, they're the most special, personal gifts on earth. Share something that no one else understands, an inside joke, a reason for you both to giggle and have no one else have a clue about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WRITE A NUMBER FROM 1 TO 1000?&lt;br /&gt;308&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDE, BRUNETTE, OR REDHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;Redhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;my mum and dad in Dubai (isnt cheap lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Complications.&lt;br /&gt;Being let down.&lt;br /&gt;Bein lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;Tidying and doing washings...oh so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Probably make my boobs smaller but Scot wouldnt like it!! har har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PIZZA?&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni, chicken, peppers, onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;It probably wouldnt bother me..im not a big drinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people ask this cause I never know..I love surprises..quirky presents that mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF IT SUDDENLY STARTED RAINING BLOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wtf was going on, and then call everyone I know to make sure it was really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;not my first name but my middle name is the same as my aunts and my great grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;If I only see one in the sky then I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;what a random question....my pinkies I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night when thinking about my gran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did question 50 go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;ham I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair too much.&lt;br /&gt;I Put myself down too much.&lt;br /&gt;I Fall in love too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have any embarrassing ones, most of my music is on my computer or my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER RECEIVED A TICKET?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not even got my drivers license yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;I rant in my journal when I can. Failing that... It all builds up and then erupts at the unfortunate person who happens to push me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;In Dubai at my mum and dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;I do yeah, probably too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;1 LiveJournal (which I dont use anymore)&lt;br /&gt;A MySpace Blog&lt;br /&gt;A DeviantArt Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and ive been crushed in them way too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will look after me and make me feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;K, Kazza, redd, cherry, Anarthaile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to but I would probably chicken out just before I jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, unless its my trainers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. DO YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE STRONG POINTS?&lt;br /&gt;I must have.... Somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's Fossil Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE COLOURS?&lt;br /&gt;Purple, Pink &amp;amp; Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Two... I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;dont care, probably wont send it to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Baz Luhrmann Everybody's Free to Wear Suncream.....dont ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;A Bacon Hamburger from Tesco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU LOVE THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Dont really know them that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay thank you very much, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Orange Diluting Juice or those Blackcurrant Fruit Shoot things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Morgans and Coke or Jack daniels and coke...starting to like red wine tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding, and Ice Hockey is starting to interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;On a guy? Blonde or Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue or Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Noodles! I love Chinese or Japanese food, and Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;The Hills Have Eyes (what a load of crap that was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, guess Halloween is fun, seeing all of the people in town dressed up to go to clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationships definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok why are some of the questions missing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;I love cluedo or Scene It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps (cant beat it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-114245124920613609?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/114245124920613609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=114245124920613609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114245124920613609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114245124920613609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/03/100-things-to-know-about-karen.html' title='100 things to know about Karen'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-114010895459763026</id><published>2006-02-16T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:55:54.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Wonderful....</title><content type='html'>It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt; It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br /&gt; It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt; It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt; There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt; And it takes some words to make an action&lt;br /&gt; And it takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt; It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt; It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt; And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;br /&gt; It takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt; It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt; It takes the one to have the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt; And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt; It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt; It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br /&gt; And It takes a loss before you found it&lt;br /&gt; It takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt; It takes a toll to make you care&lt;br /&gt; It takes a hole to make a mountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-114010895459763026?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/114010895459763026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=114010895459763026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114010895459763026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/114010895459763026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-wonderful.html' title='Life Is Wonderful....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113951130836094723</id><published>2006-02-09T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:55:08.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Simply A Girl</title><content type='html'>So as I lay awake in bed till 4am I couldnt seem to switch my brain off. I had so many thoughts/memories in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my gran, I thought about her stroke and the way she was just before her death, I thought about the night at the nursing home when I told her I loved her and she said I love you too (my gran wasnt supposed to be able to speak) I thought about the phone call from my cousin telling me gran was gone, I thought about our conversations, I thought about our days out, I thought about when she would watch me during the summer break from school, I thought about the days we would spend looking through her photo albums and she would tell me about relatives I was never able to meet, I thought about when I was young and I would hide her cigarettes from her so she wouldnt smoke, I thought about our movie nights, I thought about how I had never seen my gran angry in the 20 years I had known her, I thought about the nights spent next to her in the hospital wishing she would wake up and be ok, I thought about our trips into glasgow to visit my grans sisters. My gran died on the 2nd of January 2005 and I dont think I will ever get over that. Every time I think about my gran I cant help but get upset, dont get me wrong there are alot of memories I have of her that still make me smile/laugh but I just have so many unanswered questions about the way my gran was after the stroke and I dont think I will be able to move on until those questions have been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my brother and finding out he has Multiple Sclerosis, I wondered what was going to happen with him over the next few years, I thought about the stem cell treatment available, I thought about the possibility of him moving out to Dubai to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about Scot and I, I thought about how I love him more each day, I thought about the way we met, I thought about the nights we would go to the cinema (when we were still only "friends") I thought about the nights we would sit in his car outside my house because we didnt want the night to end, I thought about how hard it was for me to watch him with someone else when I had so many feelings for him, I thought about the way he would get jealous of my boyfriends because he didnt think they were good enough for me, I thought about the conversations we would have about him leaving his gf at the time and how I told him not to because I didnt want to be the reason for them breaking up, I thought about the night we sat outside the cathouse and I kissed him...I was so scared until he grabbed me and kissed me back, I thought about the night we first met, I thought about the cinema watching We were soldiers and him force feeding me popcorn, I thought about the nights we would sit outside and talk about the way we felt for each other, I thought about when he finishes college and starts his new job how he doesnt want me to work so we can get a dog and start a family, I thought about where we will be 5,10,20 years from now, I thought about how happy he makes me, I thought about how 4 years ago I never would have imagined us finally being together, I thought about the 1st night we spent together at his house and her calling him the next morning whilst I was still there, I thought about what she did to him and I wondered why she would do something like that and risk losing someone like Scot, I thought about how I used to compare myself to her until I realized that scot didnt want her he wanted me, I thought about how she thinks I have forbidden scot to talk to her but that is not the case I have told him he can talk to whoever he wants to as I have nothing to worry about, I thought about the conversation she sent scot and tried to blame on me, i realize how lucky I am to be able to be with him, after 2 years of wanting to be with him more than anything in the world....why would I risk losing that, why would I pretend I was Scot and have a conversation with you? you may not believe it but I am not a nasty person and I would not have that conversation and say those things no matter what my feelings are towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113951130836094723?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113951130836094723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113951130836094723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113951130836094723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113951130836094723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/02/simply-girl.html' title='Simply A Girl'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113656386145329299</id><published>2006-01-06T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:11:01.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Where you are seems to be&lt;br /&gt;As far as an eternity&lt;br /&gt;Outstretched arms open hearts&lt;br /&gt;And if it never ends then when do we start?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;Or treat you unkind&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward and arching back&lt;br /&gt;Bring me closer to heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye and just fly away&lt;br /&gt;When you comeback&lt;br /&gt;I have some things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When you get home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream away everyday&lt;br /&gt;Try so hard to disregard&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of the rain that drops&lt;br /&gt;And coincides with the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;Or treat you unkind&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;br /&gt;That I ever, ever, ever did receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When you get home?&lt;br /&gt;There must be someplace here that only you and I could go&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you how I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113656386145329299?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113656386145329299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113656386145329299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113656386145329299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113656386145329299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweetest-goodbye.html' title='Sweetest Goodbye'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113639083144053072</id><published>2006-01-04T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:07:11.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>I wish you could adore&lt;br /&gt;The way you did before&lt;br /&gt;Now you're living through another year&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the light you were&lt;br /&gt;Will soon become a blur&lt;br /&gt;As you're living through another year&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a waste of time it is&lt;br /&gt;To indulge inside of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for another year like this&lt;br /&gt;Another year to lie&lt;br /&gt;Another year goes by&lt;br /&gt;You're not sick, so you can't heal&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The need to cry: 'I'm out of here'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your goal is safe&lt;br /&gt;But is it all you crave&lt;br /&gt;As you're living through another year&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a waste of time it is&lt;br /&gt;To indulge inside of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for another year like this&lt;br /&gt;Another year to lie&lt;br /&gt;Another year goes by&lt;br /&gt;Is it me who cannot see&lt;br /&gt;The face of mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile you see&lt;br /&gt;Your lightness darkens me&lt;br /&gt;Filter all of your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Fake you're never low&lt;br /&gt;Or face the one you fear&lt;br /&gt;You're living through another year&lt;br /&gt;Another year to lie&lt;br /&gt;Another year goes by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113639083144053072?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113639083144053072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113639083144053072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113639083144053072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113639083144053072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113633394128294545</id><published>2006-01-03T23:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:19:04.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Health, Wealth &amp; Happiness in 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/81745076_dc7a335f8e_o.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a great christmas and new year.  Mine was very short considering I only had Christmas day and New years day off.  &lt;br /&gt;Christmas consisted of John and Hazel coming over on Christmas eve, john went to the woodcutter to catch up with his friends and Hazel my mum and I sat having a chat (i spent most of the night trying to burn christmas songs onto a disc)&lt;br /&gt;When John came home we arranged so we all had our own pile. &lt;br /&gt;Its a tradition that we open our presents after midnight on Christmas eve (we used to only open one but we would always end up opening another..then another)&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of Christmas day visiting relatives and exchanging gifts then we made our  way over to have Christmas dinner at John &amp; Hazels with Hazels parents &amp; Brother.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely dinner and spent the rest of the night playing Bullseye on dvd and Buzz on the playstation 2 (fantastic game)&lt;br /&gt;I was working the next day so we left John &amp; Hazels about 9:30 and headed over to pick my mum up from my Aunts house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New years we had planned on going to a party but plans changed and we spent the night with John and Hazel. We got the theirs about 9:30 and watched the usual line up on the tv (Chewin the fat, Only an excuse, Hogmanay Live - Ricky Fullton wasnt on this year) We spent the night at their house and headed round to Scots mum &amp; dad's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temp contract with HMV runs out on Sunday, Ive really enjoyed working there, ok its not perfect there have been times where ive been pissed off, but isnt that normal? Im back in college on Friday so I only have 3 shifts left before I finish up with the rest of the temps (Mark, Mhari, Jessica &amp; Robbie)  ive met some fantastic people working there and I really hope we all keep in touch. Ive been thinking of planning a night out for us all on Saturday since it will be our last day. We will probably head over to Firkins, Wetherspoons or Behind the wall for a few drinks after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has officially moved over to Dubai with my dad..I'm going out for a visit/holiday next Thursday and I cant wait. Its not been that long since the last time I was there but I feel so run down that it will be nice to be able to take a break and relax/get pampered.  I miss my mum and dad and cant wait to see them. Its harder than I thought not having them here but I am so happy for them, for being given this opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought The desperate housewives series one box set from work, so im going to go watch some then go to sleep, cause surprise surprise...im working tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113633394128294545?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113633394128294545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113633394128294545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113633394128294545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113633394128294545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-to-health-wealth-happiness-in_03.html' title='Here&apos;s to Health, Wealth &amp; Happiness in 2006!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113614781670645263</id><published>2006-01-01T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:38:50.906Z</updated><title type='text'>If only......</title><content type='html'>When I saw you I was afraid to talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;when I talked to you I was afraid to hold you...&lt;br /&gt;When I held you I was afraid to love you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I love you im afraid to lose you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113614781670645263?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113614781670645263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113614781670645263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113614781670645263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113614781670645263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-only.html' title='If only......'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113605430574903362</id><published>2005-12-31T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:38:25.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>This album was playing in work today, I loved this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hmv.co.uk/hmvweb/displayProductDetails.do?ctx=281;1;-1;-1&amp;sku=349877"&gt;Veneer by Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;one night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both under influense&lt;br /&gt;we had devine scent&lt;br /&gt;to know what to say&lt;br /&gt;mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;the start a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;one night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;and then releaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;the colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;we were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, you knew the hands of the devil&lt;br /&gt;and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths&lt;br /&gt;sharing different heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113605430574903362?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113605430574903362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113605430574903362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113605430574903362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113605430574903362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/heartbeats.html' title='Heartbeats'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113503044292788396</id><published>2005-12-19T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:16:16.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113503044292788396?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113503044292788396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113503044292788396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113503044292788396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113503044292788396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113474208012647206</id><published>2005-12-16T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:08:00.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>This is what I've learned so far&lt;br /&gt;Everything is grey&lt;br /&gt;Few things are forever&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts when good things fade&lt;br /&gt;you can't be my everything&lt;br /&gt;And I am not half you&lt;br /&gt;but you can make it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, am I incomplete&lt;br /&gt;am I missing something everybody else can clearly see&lt;br /&gt;when you look at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tasted happiness&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of joy&lt;br /&gt;do we pay a price for every moment we enjoy&lt;br /&gt;I could make you promises&lt;br /&gt;But even I can't say if everything I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, am I incomplete&lt;br /&gt;am I missing something everybody else can clearly see&lt;br /&gt;when you look at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my everything, maybe just this time&lt;br /&gt;we can really think that i am yours&lt;br /&gt;and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113474208012647206?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113474208012647206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113474208012647206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113474208012647206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113474208012647206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113442130854572663</id><published>2005-12-12T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:01:48.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide shut</title><content type='html'>Some people have this habit of falling in love with their eyes closed and falling out not knowing what happened. But some prefer to open their eyes and face the pain. Which one are you?Sometimes we take for granted those we love thinking they will always be around, but time will come when they will give up and you have no choice but to let go and regret... Life is only travelled once. Today’s moment becomes tomorrow’s memories. So enjoy every moment because the gift of life is life itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113442130854572663?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113442130854572663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113442130854572663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113442130854572663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113442130854572663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes wide shut'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113441887286469285</id><published>2005-12-12T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:21:12.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Unintended</title><content type='html'>You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I’ll always love&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I’ll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance&lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You should be the one I’ll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113441887286469285?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113441887286469285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113441887286469285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113441887286469285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113441887286469285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/unintended.html' title='Unintended'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113432968635747246</id><published>2005-12-11T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:34:46.376Z</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113432968635747246?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113432968635747246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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to say hi to</title><content type='html'>Look at you how well you've done so far&lt;br /&gt;look at where you're standing who you are&lt;br /&gt;and all our moments good and bad forever in my head&lt;br /&gt;wish we could go back just once and laugh at things we said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been wonderful and crazy knowing you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that I can always see the teenage girl in you&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;but I'll be there every time&lt;br /&gt;you need someone to say hi to late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you I was scared&lt;br /&gt;you'd end up with some jerk who doesn't even know you're there&lt;br /&gt;but deep down I just knew that you would find someone who's real&lt;br /&gt;doesn't claim to know exactly everything you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been wonderful and crazy knowing you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that I can always see the teenage girl in you&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;but I'll be there every time&lt;br /&gt;you need someone to say hi to late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think of us I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;I miss not knowing anything of what could lie ahead&lt;br /&gt;when mostly now I'm grateful that you're where you want to be&lt;br /&gt;not quite here and not quite there but somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been wonderful and crazy knowing you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that I can always see the teenage girl in you&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;but I'll be there every time&lt;br /&gt;you need someone to complain to late at night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113415207120351595?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113415207120351595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113391210710411637</id><published>2005-12-06T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:35:07.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Bit of a Blah..</title><content type='html'>Bored, Confused, Tired, Scared, Upset, Anxious, Sick, Crazy, Nauseated, Loved, Worried...Disbelief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anarthaile/70994272/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70994272_f5a687ac79_o.gif" width="120" height="160" alt="doglick" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113391210710411637?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113391210710411637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113391210710411637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113391210710411637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113391210710411637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/12/bit-of-blah.html' title='Bit of a Blah..'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113347600140435415</id><published>2005-12-01T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:26:41.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Mushaboom</title><content type='html'>I kept hearing this song on the advert for Lacoste for men and it seemed to stick in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feist by Mushaboom - &lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/mushaboom24"&gt;MP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping the kids out of their coats&lt;br /&gt;But wait the babies haven't been born&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking the bags and setting up&lt;br /&gt;And planting lilacs and buttercups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime I've got it hard&lt;br /&gt;Second floor living without a yard&lt;br /&gt;It may be years until the day&lt;br /&gt;My dreams will match up with my pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road Knee deep snow&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a man to stick it out&lt;br /&gt;And make a home from a rented house&lt;br /&gt;And we'll collect the moments one by one&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how the future's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many acres how much light&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in the woods and out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap&lt;br /&gt;On a little road barely on the map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road Knee deep snow&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow old&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road Rambling rose&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113347600140435415?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113328958836841247</id><published>2005-11-29T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:47:51.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Gentle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is something you touch..but cant always capture it&lt;br /&gt;Once you do you dont want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; touch can make us forget the world,&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;awaken&lt;/span&gt; us to it.&lt;br /&gt;Is gentle something you touch...or something that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;touches&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anarthaile/68367915/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/68367915_c588ef70cc_o.gif" alt="" height="110" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113328958836841247?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113328958836841247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113328958836841247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot&lt;br /&gt;But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go traveling for a year&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself, or start a career&lt;br /&gt;Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame&lt;br /&gt;We all seem so different but we're just the same&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat&lt;br /&gt;Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the answers, who do you trust&lt;br /&gt;I can't even separate love from lust&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans&lt;br /&gt;Working nine to five, answering phones&lt;br /&gt;But don't make me live for Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;Drinking eight pints and getting in fights&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just fall in love&lt;br /&gt;That could solve it all&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers say that that's enough&lt;br /&gt;There surely must be more&lt;br /&gt;Love ain't the answer, nor is work&lt;br /&gt;The truth eludes me so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key&lt;br /&gt;I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a fantastic birthday....spoiled as usual. Thank you to everyone for my presents! I love them all.  I am looking forward to going away for the weekend with Scot, John &amp; Hazel, Jenny &amp; Stuart, will update when I get back...............&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to be old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113106681816472011?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113106681816472011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113106681816472011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113106681816472011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113106681816472011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-twentysomething-and-ill-keep-being.html' title='I&apos;m a twentysomething and I&apos;ll keep being me'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113079322252464722</id><published>2005-10-31T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:14:41.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/58181080_ab4a81cd1d_o.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=Center&gt;Happy halloween everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113079322252464722?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113079322252464722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113079322252464722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113079322252464722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113079322252464722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat.............'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-113036542409815179</id><published>2005-10-26T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:26:22.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace Quiz</title><content type='html'>Do you have an air freshener in your car?&lt;br /&gt;umm I dont even have a car, I think scot has one in his tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could drink anything right this second, what would be?&lt;br /&gt;A double Morgans and coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last piece of mail opened?&lt;br /&gt;junk mail offering me a loan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;My mouth &amp; My ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What city was your last taxi cab ride in?&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Double Morgans and Coke at the Airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you hated died, would you laugh and spit on their grave?&lt;br /&gt;Nooo Im not that cruel no matter how much I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a picture phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but its rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your bf/gf birthday?&lt;br /&gt;November 10th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night at 9?&lt;br /&gt;playing F.E.A.R and getting scared by Scot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Starbucks drink?&lt;br /&gt;I should say I dont like Starbucks, considering I work for a rival company but I do like their raspberry Frappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you exercise as much as you should?&lt;br /&gt;No way, I say every month that im going to join the gym...but I never seem to get around to doing it. The most exercise I get is walking to and from work to the bus station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do the deed on prom night?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give your bf/gf a second chance if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;probably not, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SOME STRANGE QUESTIONS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something purple within 5 feet of you:&lt;br /&gt;new underwear I bought from Topshop today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest item of clothing you own:&lt;br /&gt;my new silk camisole top from cult I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nails were last painted:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it has taken me 21 years to grow my nails so im going to look after them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing you've ever heated in the microwave?&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream? .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much Japanese do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Konnichiwa....arragato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look good in yellow?&lt;br /&gt;umm I dont wear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing?&lt;br /&gt;only in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever danced naked in front of a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;nope and not planning to any time soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spit?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair long enough to chew on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its getting pretty long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Beige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Dippin' Dots?&lt;br /&gt;erm nope..never heard of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Flute, Clarinet, Guitar (a little), Recorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a H2O massage?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Big Foot?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Scots got 2 of them &gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a palm reader?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, at the carnival in the SECC about 7 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex in your current car?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a car and nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from working Friday &amp; Saturday night it was ok, My dad left for Dubai on Sunday  so we were all a bit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current yearning:&lt;br /&gt;To go on holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a black eye?&lt;br /&gt;Never (touch wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the day going for you?&lt;br /&gt;Had to get up at 5am for work, burnt my hand numerous times when I got there, now I have to write a 1500 word essay on Stereo Imaging Theory (which I forgot about) for college tomorrow....so not so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Finish this damn essay then sleep, might make a wallpaper at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever photograph something that was dead?&lt;br /&gt;nah, I sometimes look like im dead and ive photographed myself...does that count....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;nah, no point, we never get any trick or treaters around here! and I have no plans for a night out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever given someone a Full-Body oil massage?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find Smurfette sexy?&lt;br /&gt;umm...naaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;not getting the outfit I loved from USC and its gone now...I really wanted it for my x-mas outfit it was gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-113036542409815179?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/113036542409815179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=113036542409815179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113036542409815179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/113036542409815179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/myspace-quiz.html' title='Myspace Quiz'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112887461993809862</id><published>2005-10-09T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:18:02.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on....</title><content type='html'>Come on people. Why is no one leaving comments on my blog? I know there are people out there who are reading this, Ive had over 1,000 unique visitors from all over the world and only one of them has left me a comment. &lt;br /&gt;If you are on my blog reading this just now I want you to leave me a comment. Whether you are just browsing or you have come here by mistake, or for those of you who keep returning to read some more....Leave me a message!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112887461993809862?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112887461993809862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112887461993809862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112887461993809862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112887461993809862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112860537363239608</id><published>2005-10-06T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:32:45.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go back...</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes... And go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet or the AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before semi automatics and weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before playstation2 or X-bOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the 5 hours of homework you put off every night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red light, Green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing kickball &amp; dodgeball until your porch light came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother May I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Rover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the privilege to sit in the front seat of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Hey Arnold and Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about legends of the hidden temple, global guts, double dare, and who, ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget Snick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the teenage mutant ninja turtles,and Power Rangers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' down the steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' till you were out of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and you almost peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tired from playin' all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first crush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7-Up" in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finished yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars or spokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Field Trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting high was swinging on the swingset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When $5 seemed like a million, and another dollar a Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your parents took you to McDonalds and you were so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Toys r Us overruled the "mall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the time when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "monopoly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being old, referred to anyone over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was prettier than Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was cooler than Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an inch of snow was a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i double dog dare you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112860537363239608?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112860537363239608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112860537363239608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112860537363239608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112860537363239608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-go-back.html' title='I want to go back...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112847290537407964</id><published>2005-10-05T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T01:44:34.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Underground challenge</title><content type='html'>I've been invited on the Underground challenge on Friday night by one of the girls from my work. Basically we are all meeting up at the bar on Friday night then heading over to one of the underground stations in Glasgow to buy all day tickets. I think the challenge involves getting off at every stop in the underground then heading to the nearest pub for a round of drinks and shots. It should be a good laugh. I will take my camera!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be in bed, im on early shift tomorrow. If I go to bed just now then I should get about 3 hours sleep before I have to get up and get ready for work. The only good thing about early shift is that I finish at lunch time and get the rest of the day to do whatever I want with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Hazel took Scot and I to see some of the flats for sale in Falkirk. I really like &lt;a href="http://www.espc.com/EspcPublicMedia/RegistrationMedia/197000/197000/197052/Particulars/197052.pdf"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; . Then we headed into behind the wall for a bite to eat and a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nackered, im off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112847290537407964?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112847290537407964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112847290537407964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112847290537407964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112847290537407964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/underground-challenge.html' title='Underground challenge'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112834018759039878</id><published>2005-10-03T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:49:47.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from the norm</title><content type='html'>Well I decided to change the layout again. Let me know what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week or so has been feeling a bit like a dream, partly because im so tired from work/college/the cold and partly because of how quickly things in my life are changing. My dad has accepted the job offer. He will be moving to Dubai in a month or so. My mum will be following on later once everything here has been sorted. They have decided to sell the house and buy a flat for Scot &amp; I to live in and so they have a home when they come here every now and again. It feels like im dreaming, its not quite hit me yet that in a few weeks I will be living in my own flat with Scot and I wont have my mum and dad just round the corner for support. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier or more excited for the opportunity they have been handed, but I am going to miss them like crazy. Its no secret that my dad and I don't have the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; of relationships, but that doesn't mean I wont miss him being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at my mum and dads house last night and John &amp; Hazel came round. We sat for ages talking about the whole thing. My dad brought magazines back from his hotel about Dubai and it looks like an amazing place. I was reading up on all of the different shops/restaurants/entertainment that they have over there and...well its fantastic. They have a huge shopping mall that has a virgin megastores, M.A.C (I will be in there every time im over), they have a Costa and a starbucks. I could quite easily take a year out after college and go over there to work in a shop part time for spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on a close at work tonight, don't know who im on with but hopefully the night will go pretty quick because I cant be bothered! I'm only working 3 days this week, thank god, but the days im not in work I will be in college so they don't really count as days off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have dyed my hair back to a &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/47275152_7f0125ad2f_m.jpg"&gt;deep red colour&lt;/a&gt;. Scot chose the colour and it took me about an hour to build up the confidence to put the mix on my head. I have never dyed my hair on my own before (without going to a hairdresser) so I was panicking a bit (ha) saying things like what if it comes out the wrong colour..what if my hair falls out...but eventually I just closed my eyes and told Scot to put the mixture on for me. Scot likes the result, my mum likes it too which is a bit of a surprise (cause she usually never likes the colours I dye it unless im getting blonde through it) and everyone else likes it so I guess it has turned out pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im going to head round to my mum and dads to see what they are up to then I guess I will go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112834018759039878?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112834018759039878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112834018759039878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112834018759039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112834018759039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/10/break-from-norm.html' title='A break from the norm'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112808802067686055</id><published>2005-09-30T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:47:00.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have the time, to listen to me whine</title><content type='html'>I am completely loaded with a cold. I feel like crap and im on a close shift in work tonight! Scot has a night out tonight with his work so he is going to meet me at the station when I finish at 11:30pm. Fingers crossed that everything goes ok tonight then I should be finished and locking up the bar by that time. Im on a close with one of the girls who has only worked about 3 shifts so Ian must have confidence in me to close up.&lt;br /&gt;I need to head for the bus soon so its going to be a short post!&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been offered a job in Dubai. The company he will be working for are going to pay for a house,furniture, a car, a phone etc so its a pretty fantastic offer. If he takes the job there will be a good chance that he and my mum will be moving over there before christmas 05. Everyone in the family thinks they would be crazy not to accept the offer. If they sell the house here it means my mum doesnt have to work, she can relax by the pool at there villa in Dubai!! How great does that sound. I wont be going with them, my mum really wants me to but there is too much here I would have to leave behind, and I dont think I could do that. Things will pretty much be the same, I will be staying at Scots house and whenever I want to see them or vice versa all I have to do is book a flight. I have people here anyways if anything happens. John and Hazel are only 10mins away and my aunt &amp; cousin are just round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they go for it, they deserve to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I better go get the bus, fingers crossed I survive the night and get closed up quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112808802067686055?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112808802067686055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112808802067686055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112808802067686055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112808802067686055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-have-time-to-listen-to-me-whine.html' title='Do you have the time, to listen to me whine'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112699464742612364</id><published>2005-09-17T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:42:09.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scot's Answers</title><content type='html'>[] I am bisexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[] open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for that cell phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've slipped out an "lol" in a real conversation. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room. !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games/video games.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm in a myspace relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten lost in your city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to any other countries besides the united states.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had a serious Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have Kissed a Stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[] laughed and had milk/RICE come out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[]Swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;[] Kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flashed someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;[] Done a split.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Niagara Falls. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[] Kissed a member of the same sex. on the cheek!&lt;br /&gt;[] Crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been fired&lt;br /&gt;[] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;[] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush on a teacher/sub.&lt;br /&gt;[] Celebrated mardigras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been married.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[] Had children&lt;br /&gt;[] Saw someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been moshing at a rock show.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;[] Lost a child&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to college.&lt;br /&gt;[] Done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had someone cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[] Don't like anyone in your town enough to call them a "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there are my answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112699464742612364?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112689712427435459</id><published>2005-09-16T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:58:44.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking it over</title><content type='html'>[] I am bisexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[] open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for that cell phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a real conversation. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can't swallow pills. &lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room. !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish. &lt;br /&gt;[] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games/video games.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm in a myspace relationship. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to any other countries besides the united states.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had a serious Surgery. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have Kissed a Stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed and had milk/RICE come out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator. &lt;br /&gt;[] Made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x]Swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;[]Been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flashed someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] Saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;[] Done a split.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone. ha! Scot has the scars to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Niagara Falls. but I want to&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kissed a member of the same sex. on the cheek!&lt;br /&gt;[] Crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been fired&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;[] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;[] Had a crush on a teacher/sub.  &lt;br /&gt;[] Celebrated mardigras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been married.&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[] Had children&lt;br /&gt;[] Saw someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Africa. &lt;br /&gt;[] Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Mexico. rofl (will post a story about this later)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;[] Eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met someone in person from the internet. &lt;br /&gt;[x] Been moshing at a rock show.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;[] Lost a child&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to college. &lt;br /&gt;[] Done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had someone cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[] Don't like anyone in your town enough to call them a "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from a journal on deviant art. Feel free to use/amend for your own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112689712427435459?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112689712427435459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112689712427435459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112689712427435459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112689712427435459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/thinking-it-over.html' title='Thinking it over'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112682595014362097</id><published>2005-09-15T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:16:25.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to think</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have ever been this tired in my life. I was at Edinburgh on Monday, Tuesday and today for training with AMT. I had to be in Glasgow to meet everyone at 9:30 in the morning and we would all get the train into Edinburgh Waverly to train at the quiet branch. It went well..was pretty boring actually, there is only so much you can learn about making coffee before it starts getting a bit repetitive. We would finish up each night at 9:00pm and get the train home. Kirsty, Laura and Ian were all heading back to Glasgow on the 9:15 train but I had to wait for the 9:30 train cause it stopped at Croy station so Scot could pick me up.  We were told the shop closed at 8pm so we all assumed that we would be finished for the day at this time....we were wrong. It took an extra hour to close the shop because Ian had to explain everything we have to do to close from cleaning out the milkshake machine to cashing up the till. I had left Scot that morning agreeing that he would check the train times on the net to see what time I would be back at Croy for (cause our mobiles are broken) so he checked online and headed over to Croy for about 8:30ish, which is the time I would have been there at had I finished at 8pm, but Cause I had to wait for the 9:30 train and I had no way of letting Scot know this I was stranded at Croy at 10pm in the dark in middle of nowhere. My boss was kind enough to call Scot to let him know I was getting the later train so he headed back over to Croy to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;The next night we finished early (5pm) but the train passes we had wouldnt allow us to get on the train until 6:30 so this time I arrived at Croy far too early and when I tried to call Scot from the payphone ( which only accepts call cards, how inconvenient is that!) the phone was ringing out. I ended up having to call my aunt Betty to come get me and take me to Scots house where he was sitting watching the football!&lt;br /&gt;But apart from all that the training went pretty well. I am officially out of money due to paying for travel expenses into town and buying lunch from Edinburgh Waverly (which isnt cheap at the best of times) and I also found out today I need to get a passport photo to give to Ian which is going to cost another £4.50 for 5 photos when I only need the 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's enough of a rant for tonight,I'm tired,I'm crabby , I have a sore head, sore feet and I am dreading the thought of having to get up to go to college tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the log for the visitors to my blog, someone from the BBC has viewed it a couple of times (Whoever you are....can I get a job? purlease?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note Scot and I went out for a night on the town with Bobby and his partner Allan. We went to  Club Devotion in the city centre. It was a great night and I had a good laugh when they came round with a tray of glow sticks and whistles!!! I have loads of photos for everyone to laugh at. I will post them tomorrow when im not so tired/crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112682595014362097?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112682595014362097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112682595014362097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112682595014362097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112682595014362097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-tired-to-think.html' title='Too tired to think'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112610490438823580</id><published>2005-09-07T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:55:04.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"on the 12th, planet venus arrives, bringing good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easy to get paranoid though, so keep all mad thoughts in check and you'll be fine" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian from AMT called me last night and offered me the job!! *dances* I will be getting trained at the Edinburgh shop cause its not as busy. Im going to have to take 2 days off of college next week. If the training was on Monday tuesday &amp; wed it would have been fine but Ian is in London on Wed so I have to go in Mon. Tue &amp; Thursday (im off on Mondays and Wednesdays anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot and I are about to head over to John and Hazels. Their garden should be finished. Last time I was there they only had the patio tiles down. I will take a picture of the finished garden and let you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo tired/stressed yesterday. Scot and I are staying at my mum &amp; dads house whilst they are on holidday. On Monday night when I was trying to get to sleep I noticed the security light in my back garden was on. I figured it was just a cat or something, then I heard the front patio door open &amp; close. I panicked and woke up Scot. We were looking about downstairs but couldnt see anything. The patio door wasnt closed properly so I think the wnid just caught it.  I couldnt get a proper sleep because every time I heard a noise I was lying awake wondering what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired for the whole day yesterday. I couldnt concentrate in college and when I got home I fell asleep on the couch. Scot and I went for a radox bubble bath later on that night so that helped me relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=BYXUK68QjK8"&gt;The new Zelda trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112610490438823580?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112610490438823580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112610490438823580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112610490438823580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112610490438823580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112588084203703945</id><published>2005-09-05T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:43:52.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/They-Might-Be-Giants---Birdhouse-in-Your"&gt;This song&lt;/a&gt; came on the radio this morning and it made me smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stung in the back by a wasp today and it was bloody sore. Its still nipping a bit but at least the swelling has gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad found out today that there is going to be a hotel getting built right next to the hotel they are staying at in Cyprus. They booked up in January with a different hotel and had to change it a few months ago because there was going to be construction next to that one and they didn't want to go and spend 2 weeks at a building site. Thomas Cook have called them 1 day before they are due to leave and drop this on them. What I don't understand is why come to them now to tell them this, surely they must have reps out there who know what is going on with the hotel and report it back to them..I mean have the builders just turned up today with their tools and decided to start building at that spot. My dad called Thomas Cook and went off his head..He has given them 1 day to sort this out because neither my mum or my dad have the time to. I hope everything gets sorted out for them, they were really looking forward to the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have invited Bobby and his boyfriend over for dinner on Friday night. I've not seen him in ages so it should be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im going to go to bed cause it has been a long day, and I've got a sore head :( I will leave you with a blurry picture of my sore back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/200/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112588084203703945?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112588084203703945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112588084203703945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112588084203703945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112588084203703945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/say-im-only-bee-in-your-bonnet.html' title='Say I&apos;m the only bee in your bonnet'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112579403522565710</id><published>2005-09-04T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:33:55.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I know...If  you know what I mean</title><content type='html'>Today's interview went really well. The guy who was interviewing me was soo laid back and it was more like a general chat than an interview. I think out of all of the shops/bars I have handed my cv's into I would enjoy working with AMT the most. Yeah.. so he is going to call me back on Wednesday once all of his interviews are finished to let me know if I have the job or not!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad are leaving for Cyprus on Tuesday! I wish I was going on holiday..it feels like a lifetime since my last holiday. Scot and I have been looking at short breaks at places like Boston and New York for a break over our birthdays (im on 3rd November and Scot is the 10th). Scot has found very reasonable prices for flights and a hotel for a week in Tokyo so we have agreed that if we get our student loans approved then we are booking up!!! Oh so many photo possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired today, we sat up till about 2am then we had to get up at about 7am because Scot had work and I had to go help my mum out with some stuff before my interview in Glasgow.  I have been practicing using Macromedia Director (I will be using it in college) and i have kind of worked out what im doing with it. I made an intro/menu, for the interactive cd rom im going to have to make for one of my Multimedia Construction assessments, and I think its great but there is one part that  needs fixed which im going to have to ask Tommy for help with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im nackered and im too hot so im going to go to bed! Up early again tomorrow cause Scot has work, but I can go to my mum and dads and go back to bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112579403522565710?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112579403522565710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112579403522565710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112579403522565710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112579403522565710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-what-i-knowif-you-know-what-i.html' title='I know what I know...If  you know what I mean'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112561557474541552</id><published>2005-09-01T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:59:34.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey..... pick  me, pick me!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I went for an interview yesterday (Wednesday) with &lt;a href="http://www.knickerbox.co.uk/"&gt;Knickerbox&lt;/a&gt; and I &lt;strike&gt;think&lt;/strike&gt; hope it went very well! The girl who was interviewing me was very nice so I didn't really feel nervous talking to her and answering all the questions, the only time I kinda felt nervous was when I had to choose 2 items from the shop and pretend I was trying to sell them to her, but besides being kinda nervous I think it went pretty well. She is going to call me back once she has spoken with the area manager.  &lt;br /&gt;I have another interview on Saturday with AMT coffee, its just a little stall in Queen St Station but I think it could be kinda fun. I cannot stand the taste of coffee but I adore the smell of it, is anyone else like that? &lt;br /&gt;Oh and a big &lt;blink&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/blink&gt; to Scot for buying me a tripod for my digital camera! I was eyeing it up when he went for his interview with Maplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Hazel came over to my mum &amp; dads for a little while tonight. John hasn't been feeling right over the past few months, when he first went to the doctor about it he was told there was something wrong with his nervous system.  He has gone for more tests and an mri. He got the results back today and came round to let us all know what was going on. The doctor has said he has an area of swollen tissue in the centre of his brain which shouldn't be there. The Doctor thinks he knows what it is but doesn't want to confirm anything until they have carried out more tests. They have told him that it is not cancerous so that is a huge relief ( although he waited until the end to tell us this part!!!)  He is due to go into hospital for a day to have all of the tests carried out and we should know what is wrong by early October. John, I love you to pieces and whatever this thing is you know we are all here for you and we will all get through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting on pretty well at college, we have been focusing more on the video editing side of things and I am dying to get started on the web design!! I was supposed to have a web design/digital imaging class on Tuesday but because we were in a room which didn't have the correct software on the computers we ended up sitting about for an hour talking about what movies we were all going to make.  Oh yeah did I mention I have to make 2 movies by the end of the year....Ok so they only have to be 3 mins long but I am still crapping myself at the thought of it!!!  I have an idea for my 1st movie, its going to be a creepy one with a really big twist at the end, I will post a copy on here once it is finished. I was going to make it like a trailer with all the main points of whats going on. I told my lecturer Tommy about it and he got really excited, I don't think anyone has ever chosen to make a scary movie in his class before! He has an idea for a house we could maybe film it in. Its a really creepy old fashioned stone house which is up for sale in Grangemouth. We could possibly sweet talk the estate agents into letting us inside to film!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a blogger theme for Scots blog. Its got a whole mario theme going on! I think its going to look really good once its finished. Im kinda stuck on a part of the layout though so hopefully I will be able to find something online to help me out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112561557474541552?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112561557474541552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112561557474541552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112561557474541552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112561557474541552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-pick-me-pick-me.html' title='Hey..... pick  me, pick me!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112525966316995091</id><published>2005-08-28T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:07:43.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jukebox uncensored</title><content type='html'>I've seen this several places, and it's a cool idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Open up the music player on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Set it to play your entire music collection.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Turn on the "shuffle" option.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Tell us the title of the next ten songs that show up (with their musicians), no                   &lt;br /&gt;matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will  totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty.&lt;br /&gt;    5. Write it up in your blog or journal and link back to at least a couple of the other sites where you saw this.&lt;br /&gt;   6. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurances. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is mine&lt;br /&gt;1. The Frail - Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;2. The Ghost of you - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;3. Staring at the sun - Rooster&lt;br /&gt;4. Jaded - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;5. Which Way Is Out - Razorlight&lt;br /&gt;6. A Rush Of Blood To The Head - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;7. Comfort In Sound - Feeder&lt;br /&gt;8. Used For Glue - Rival Schools&lt;br /&gt;9. False Alarm - K T Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;10. Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! *Cringe* Could have been worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112525966316995091?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112525966316995091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112525966316995091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112525966316995091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112525966316995091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-jukebox-uncensored.html' title='My Jukebox uncensored'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112475873180044157</id><published>2005-08-23T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:38:29.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourettes</title><content type='html'>I love this clip of Angry Kid -&lt;a href="http://wm.atomshockwave-secure.speedera.net/wm.atomshockwave-secure/full/angry2_tourettes_wmp_300.asf?HashKey=e5b08ba44aaecfec1e20cd5f3cfb9768"&gt;Tourettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quick post cause I want to try and get a semi-early night tonight. Scot and I have our inductions at college tomorrow at 9am. I cant wait to get in there and meet the people in my class. Scot and I went shopping for college bags the other night and he got me &lt;a href="http://photos27.flickr.com/36368786_e6c31e34f4_b.jpg"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, I really like it...its very me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been catching up on season 1 &amp; 2 of the L word, its getting really good. I think when I get some money I will buy it on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im off to bed for the night (wish me luck for tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with the trailers for season 8 of Charmed and another funny angry kid clip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=Rm6zaKZfZT4"&gt;Trailer 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=DuOAfOwhs-U"&gt;Trailer 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=cgn0U7psevU"&gt;Trailer 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=kdBnGxB2bz8"&gt;Trailer 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wm.atomshockwave-secure.speedera.net/wm.atomshockwave-secure/full/angry_kid_6_wmp_300.asf?HashKey=70e3082dfe9584b356ebea9dea636e8c"&gt;Angry Kid- Stinky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night,&lt;br /&gt;Karen.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112475873180044157?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112475873180044157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112475873180044157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112475873180044157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112475873180044157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/tourettes.html' title='Tourettes'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112446367792364550</id><published>2005-08-19T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:01:17.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Yoga</title><content type='html'>Was feeling kinda pissy today..... till I watched &lt;a href="http://x100.putfile.com/videos/c8-11623100023.wmv"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deviant art have given me a free weeks subscription, its great. I need to get a job so I can buy a full subscription.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another camera I want to get when I have money. &lt;a href="http://www.ebuyer.com/customer/products/index.html?action=c2hvd19wcm9kdWN0X292ZXJ2aWV3&amp;product_uid=73710"&gt;The canon Powershot G6&lt;/a&gt; need to start saving those pennies.........once I actually get some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112446367792364550?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112446367792364550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112446367792364550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112446367792364550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112446367792364550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/laughing-yoga.html' title='Laughing Yoga'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112406551978606648</id><published>2005-08-15T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:42:34.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Love</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;A HREF="http://70.85.109.171/albino_flash02/everyone_has_had_more_sex_than_me(www.albinoblacksheep.com).swf" target="_blank"&gt; funny Animation&lt;/A&gt; online a while ago.  The other day I had Alfie (bunny) out in the bedroom. I left him up on the couch next to the dogs only to find him getting a bit "over friendly" with Robbie. Im either going to have to buy him a girlfriend or take him to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to go into town tomorrow morning to see about a couple of jobs im interested in so hopefully I will have a bit of luck on the job front! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot found the perfect little house in Balloch last night, £495 a month rent for a 2 double bed semi detached house with a garden for Alfie and a garage for Scots car. If were still working we could have afforded that easily!! Oh well im sure we will find something much better once we have finished college &lt;a onblur="try parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im off to bed i bought another book in tesco the other night called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0007204396/qid=1124064795/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_2_1/026-1097211-4335660"&gt;Diary of a Manhattan call girl,&lt;/a&gt; so im off to try and finish where rainbows end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112406551978606648?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112406551978606648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112406551978606648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112406551978606648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112406551978606648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/bunny-love.html' title='Bunny Love'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112371368509832589</id><published>2005-08-10T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:41:25.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biteycastle.com/content/taken.swf"&gt;I nearly pooped my pants watching this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112371368509832589?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112371368509832589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112371368509832589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112371368509832589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112371368509832589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112350647775280022</id><published>2005-08-04T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:09:23.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, but if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all you have to do to make it real&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I’d already know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my wonderfull Scot. You still give me butterflies. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Thank you for showing me what true love feels like.  I hope I still make you as happy as you have made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Karen.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112350647775280022?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112350647775280022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112350647775280022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112350647775280022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112350647775280022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you_04.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112303299097161697</id><published>2005-08-03T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:26:43.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27 days to go!</title><content type='html'>27 days until Scot and I start college! I cant wait. Some info on the course im taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provides technician level skills in video production and multimedia techniques enabling you to prepare, shoot, record, edit and present interactive videos, cd's/dvd's. It is also ideal for candidates who wish to have a career in web design/graphics.&lt;br /&gt;The development and use of multimedia, interactive e-learning, and digital pictures and games has increased demand for these skills. &lt;br /&gt;You'll have the opportunity to use software packages such as Macromedia Studio (weee), Adobe Photoshop (woot), and pinnacle Video(?) You'll also use video (digital and analogue) editing and recording systems. Subjects studied include: Multimedia Computing, Video production, Hardware installation and maintanance, electronic constructional skills, sound technology, location recording, video post production, multimedia construction, IT applications and introduction to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh I cant wait to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note my mum and dad were phoning their insurance co about my replacement camera tonight so hopefully it will be sorted out before I start college so I can spend a few days snapping up some photos. Scot wants to go to Loch Lomand for some photographs and I want a day at  &lt;a href="http://www.historic-scotland.gov.uk/properties_sites_detail?propertyID=PL_199"&gt;Linlithgow Palace. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Im about to head to bed to read more of my new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0007165013/qid=1123033165/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl/202-8325383-1322210"&gt;Where Rainbows End by Cecelia Ahern,&lt;/a&gt; And snuggle up with Scot for the night &gt;;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night,&lt;br /&gt;K, xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S~Ive changed the Photograph of the day to an old shot taken at John &amp; Hazels wedding (at Linlithgow Palace), I'm 3rd from the left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112303299097161697?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112303299097161697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112303299097161697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112303299097161697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112303299097161697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/27-days-to-go.html' title='27 days to go!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112285808514181797</id><published>2005-08-01T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T03:57:17.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Life really is ironic if you think about it. So many aspects of our lives contain irony that is either sent by fate or man-made. Sometimes irony slaps us in the face and other times it tickles the funny bone. Whether it be a lesson in life or a lesson in laughter, irony never ceases to be perplexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating now...why do we pay more respect to the memory of people we loved and lost than actually giving them that same respect while they were with us...hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Smoking signs at a Bingo Hall--isn't that one of the reasons people go to Bingo halls--to choke on smoke upon entry--it's like an initiation of sorts. (cough, cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry to get somewhere and you'll hit every red light. Plenty of time on your hands and you'll cruise right through them. (road rage!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting what you need instead of what you think you want; and finding out over time that what you thought you wanted you didn't want after all. (did I confuse you?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending an insane amount of money on toys/treats for my bunny; only to find him playing with and eating any scraps of paper he can lay his paws on and having the time of his life! weeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case--loving the smell of coffee; but not a coffee drinker. Hating the smell of eggs; but loving to eat em. Yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look too hard for answers they are difficult to find; and then when you're not looking at all--the answer appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is full of irony. Sometimes the lesson is a bitter pill to swallow, sometimes confusing, and sometimes hilarious. But ALWAYS one step ahead of us keeping us on our toes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112285808514181797?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112285808514181797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112285808514181797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112285808514181797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112285808514181797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/08/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112282138971638529</id><published>2005-07-31T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T15:49:49.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubism</title><content type='html'>Hey, just thought I would drop in a post with this funny vid I found on milk and cookies. &lt;a href=http://www.milkandcookies.com/stuff/cubizm.asx&gt;Cubism&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on this layout - ive added a few of my recent favourite music vids. Oh well back to work I guess!  &lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;Karen xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112282138971638529?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112282138971638529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112282138971638529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112282138971638529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112282138971638529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/07/cubism.html' title='Cubism'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112277504484409968</id><published>2005-07-31T02:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T04:03:15.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9ZG9nLnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhhODc3MmYmY249c2NvdXQmYW49a2FyZW4="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pet I made on Bunny Hero Labs.  If you want to make one of your own click the link above.  Ive been re arranging things around here and decided to move Scout from the side bar to a post.  Let me know what you think of my new template!&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on later to make a proper post but ive got a few things to finish on the layout first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all later,&lt;br /&gt;Karen, xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112277504484409968?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112277504484409968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112277504484409968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112277504484409968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112277504484409968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/07/scout_31.html' title='Scout'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112113184528102373</id><published>2005-07-12T02:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:12:33.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Drimsynie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJt77wBCRTAYr1v91NEqbbwOr59LkfNFdAOwHBHi0llB0ubIPUcBWY8aPfCztEdK_zqdAv1dOrHfX-j-RIfNNt-4wfpuY_CK8NXf4B-T1Lr0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJt77wBCRTAYr1v91NEqbbwOr59LkfNFdAOwHBHi0llB0ubIPUcBWY8aPfCztEdK_zqdAv1dOrHfX-j-RIfNNt-4wfpuY_CK8NXf4B-T1Lr0a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Cameron&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJsd7u8R01pcerlzr2cRmbIIG_3ZmaCoBuDUPR4oN65nov3EjTZML3MSded5y-TwxrSwi7_B3TIXwGGMIb720leruI7bInsIO9p5302F0pAqW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJsd7u8R01pcerlzr2cRmbIIG_3ZmaCoBuDUPR4oN65nov3EjTZML3MSded5y-TwxrSwi7_B3TIXwGGMIb720leruI7bInsIO9p5302F0pAqW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Hazel &amp; Dad&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/c33c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/c33c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Mum &amp; John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/9d71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/9d71.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;John, Graham &amp; Cammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJrOsKhLpLsn0nUvsLT9xyCcmD3uE2wo-4Zu2NpqZNJynghafCkz-QT0xh3NphKFREa3sOC-IcU9mmztfhfg1RywDbjwPkVeI640nUK3ykPH_L-B4h7icmsY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJrOsKhLpLsn0nUvsLT9xyCcmD3uE2wo-4Zu2NpqZNJynghafCkz-QT0xh3NphKFREa3sOC-IcU9mmztfhfg1RywDbjwPkVeI640nUK3ykPH_L-B4h7icmsY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Cameron in the garden, View from back of lodge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJr6C8B5St97NnY0rtU4ClB9t_Y8lkD7TmE4I4GWDRTjZ8TbwxrxyogFu6nuY64-Yly60MbOsn1I0VrE1TtTQCTBHI3UTELVTni5jR0CTgBzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJr6C8B5St97NnY0rtU4ClB9t_Y8lkD7TmE4I4GWDRTjZ8TbwxrxyogFu6nuY64-Yly60MbOsn1I0VrE1TtTQCTBHI3UTELVTni5jR0CTgBzy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Hazel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJpT_TRNVsa7YWiXix_MX7azkt5GncvBqAM1kFZwwvsJsc2fPSZKPVbm_xF6rRk5YGkZyNeht_WwOPRvSyhoNRC_GfGJTN4iS1tNwualLGN8s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJpT_TRNVsa7YWiXix_MX7azkt5GncvBqAM1kFZwwvsJsc2fPSZKPVbm_xF6rRk5YGkZyNeht_WwOPRvSyhoNRC_GfGJTN4iS1tNwualLGN8s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Mum &amp; John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJoqdnLQWkQ908mvgHtqYC6DKZRMk_4EZ69E3FLEpR0qW43xJ80BJpq1D1mbuz4VWLHZuTF7Hox73vYDbod__Oc7Uw_QfpdcJaAzglZ2BRQR65qbS8_wrFww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJoqdnLQWkQ908mvgHtqYC6DKZRMk_4EZ69E3FLEpR0qW43xJ80BJpq1D1mbuz4VWLHZuTF7Hox73vYDbod__Oc7Uw_QfpdcJaAzglZ2BRQR65qbS8_wrFww.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Cameron &amp; Scot playing football&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJo2t1HQ2IuQItn9dwMDSkjdqULe8aGg8_Bq9bdDhfG4DE6vK3oUMUkLSZQnYtAJszDyPQVa713EMowmixrWMW1UzNLCIYgTFGK4hycPhyV7z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJo2t1HQ2IuQItn9dwMDSkjdqULe8aGg8_Bq9bdDhfG4DE6vK3oUMUkLSZQnYtAJszDyPQVa713EMowmixrWMW1UzNLCIYgTFGK4hycPhyV7z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Me, Scot &amp; Hazel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJo0CtE_o-X6awPB_8zMjSnPljGPgk_GqmadLDqyU3zouAZ-5gNMyJSkgxePBhLooskV3KPGUr_tJ9nK4hQKKbYhTLJI1YVQ6zj6zHTU0VO0s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJo0CtE_o-X6awPB_8zMjSnPljGPgk_GqmadLDqyU3zouAZ-5gNMyJSkgxePBhLooskV3KPGUr_tJ9nK4hQKKbYhTLJI1YVQ6zj6zHTU0VO0s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Dad, John &amp; Mum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJmiKvoHH8dy8HoUY8mD1pMJCZKl0EkAwPYELmIAZBn1JIstN7WrtsA2K2URp3ZedSDIL_qKejzLmZ645H_ejQUWgjJMbphra8-a2ipfw6w-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJmiKvoHH8dy8HoUY8mD1pMJCZKl0EkAwPYELmIAZBn1JIstN7WrtsA2K2URp3ZedSDIL_qKejzLmZ645H_ejQUWgjJMbphra8-a2ipfw6w-E.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJm3vJJs9-FimMGDLweyLkTHbAjd5s3ULv4Lna5KQ4A_05yGFiNOVWEXhXQJdBoo_z40EQhJDNhsYQVp_-XqogFWsPu2i-jvAINOCuUpL7ifw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJm3vJJs9-FimMGDLweyLkTHbAjd5s3ULv4Lna5KQ4A_05yGFiNOVWEXhXQJdBoo_z40EQhJDNhsYQVp_-XqogFWsPu2i-jvAINOCuUpL7ifw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Dad again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhkvx-t1JYV4ZRfNr4X38gjxTp43r4IC56lt0c00ZpS1lDrmbeErILS4_zXtY7V3cLDnj4yw_OFEINwGm-8OG5_9sUq8bLabt_GKhLUVE2mZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhkvx-t1JYV4ZRfNr4X38gjxTp43r4IC56lt0c00ZpS1lDrmbeErILS4_zXtY7V3cLDnj4yw_OFEINwGm-8OG5_9sUq8bLabt_GKhLUVE2mZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Cameron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhkodjY3h4zLWm2AwLSxxZ1uK0oVBKE6EAivVtPt8uNdfMRXaiXlKGQDZHGflurzHPOk35X9vAzJOYtd_9oPqpYtZ2lINcb9A4MTVpmaWcPpwI1Zr2t15ek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhkodjY3h4zLWm2AwLSxxZ1uK0oVBKE6EAivVtPt8uNdfMRXaiXlKGQDZHGflurzHPOk35X9vAzJOYtd_9oPqpYtZ2lINcb9A4MTVpmaWcPpwI1Zr2t15ek.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Hazel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhC9J4NU2GAOSqrrsKxgrlniB5o58AiLPmiXblbSYxEVSs3z8Pn9cczqwxMsEbVlcTzI7SjivgJc0bf_lBee25ISqljy1NydDNwJTgr07ULL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJhC9J4NU2GAOSqrrsKxgrlniB5o58AiLPmiXblbSYxEVSs3z8Pn9cczqwxMsEbVlcTzI7SjivgJc0bf_lBee25ISqljy1NydDNwJTgr07ULL1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;Mum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/1600/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJgkqTFGWw9FMZTn3RyYzxGJcwx3r6my0auQyLH8SWUDGdB57z1hAp5Gl2A1lLr7lKEZ0w4PugevSsi7jsPlYq97aAPpTnJe-xaT_kKxuNnud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6428/1235/320/x1pnp_rgmi5o514hmcD6LIRJgkqTFGWw9FMZTn3RyYzxGJcwx3r6my0auQyLH8SWUDGdB57z1hAp5Gl2A1lLr7lKEZ0w4PugevSsi7jsPlYq97aAPpTnJe-xaT_kKxuNnud1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="center"&gt;John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112113184528102373?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112113184528102373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112113184528102373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112113184528102373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112113184528102373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos-from-drimsynie.html' title='Photos from Drimsynie'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-112017854625632082</id><published>2005-07-01T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:14:43.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drimsynie here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/8489/avatarhellsouthernbabii369idon.gif" border="0" width="100" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post tonight cause I have to finish packing.  Ive had a pretty busy week compared to the last few. Scots mum and cousin were staying at a caravan at Haggerston castle. Scot and I were dropping his sister and her friend off and we decided to spend the night, I really enjoyed it.  We all got very drunk and felt like crap the next day!  Scot and I were going to stay another night but we found out from his dad that their house had been broken into so we decided just to come home to make sure everything was ok.  &lt;br /&gt;We are going to loch Goilhead with my mum and dad tomorrow for a long weekend at the cabins (or the toblerone houses as the locals call them)&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/5039/lodges8uw.jpg" border="0" width="150" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My uncle is coming to stay on friday night and then john &amp; hazel are staying on Saturday. I cant wait, there is so much to do I dont know how we are going to squeeze it all in! I need to get up early in the morning and hopefully get an appointment to have my eyebrows waxed, I really cant be bothered doing it myself. &lt;br /&gt;I will post again when we get back from the lodges and let you all know how things went! &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon, &lt;br /&gt;Karen,xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-112017854625632082?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/112017854625632082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=112017854625632082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112017854625632082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/112017854625632082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/07/drimsynie-here-we-come.html' title='Drimsynie here we come!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-111996773739360392</id><published>2005-06-28T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:14:11.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Buff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/sn0wbl1nd/avatarhell_kelsee1031_sweetsmile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/sn0wbl1nd/avatarhell_kelsee1031_sweetsmile.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been happening over the past few days. Scot and I went to ichiban for dinner on saturday night, I love noodles! We bought tickets to go see batman begins but we finished eating way too early so we headed over to the beer halle for a drink.  The movie was fantastic,  I had seen the trailers for it and I didnt really think I would like it but it was really good, very dark.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have been paid for last month (even though I was told in writing I wouldnt be getting any money from Cunningham Lindsey) so that has really put my mind at ease for paying this months bills, and it means I can get my hair done after all.   Scot is going to start delivering Indian food for a couple of nights during the weekends and we are going to save up the money and use it for a holiday or something. We both really need a break! Anyways im going to head back to my house to see if my ebay purchase has arrived yet!  Talk to you later xxx Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps here is a few wallpapers I have made recently, im going to attempt to make my own blog skin so wish me luck cause I dont know html!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19920169/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/177/3/6/Secret_by_Anarthaile.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19915990/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/177/8/2/Untitled_by_Anarthaile.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19915932/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/177/b/5/A_walk_in_the_rain_by_Anarthaile.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-111996773739360392?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/111996773739360392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=111996773739360392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111996773739360392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111996773739360392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/06/movie-buff.html' title='Movie Buff'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-111948797620420262</id><published>2005-06-23T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:13:18.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>well today was a really short day. I didnt get tired at all last night so I sat up till 7:30am making a new wallpaper (image at bottom) and browsing the net.  woke up at about 1pm when my mum called me. I lost my Cannon Ixus 500 digital camera and it is getting replaced through my mum&amp;dads insurance. The company who are replacing the camera dont sell the ixus 500 anymore so they are trying to offer me the ixus 50 which I dont want. Im going into the shop with my dad at some point to choose a camera, I really want the ixus 700, its very spiffy and has everything I liked about my old camera. &lt;br /&gt;I eventually got out of bed and made another wallpaper of Alyssa Milano, Im not sure if im happy with it though let me know what you think.  Scot and I went to my mum &amp; dads house for dinner and watched a bit of tv then we came home and went straight back on the computers. Scots been playing world of warcraft all night, he is sooo far ahead of me its not fair!&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the net and came across a few very good sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peggysims2.net/"&gt;http://www.peggysims2.net/&lt;/a&gt;  A fantastic sims 2 site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://innamorata.pinch-me.net/"&gt;http://innamorata.pinch-me.net/&lt;/a&gt;A great site for photoshop brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dafont.com/en/"&gt;http://dafont.com/en/&lt;/a&gt; Loads of great fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded so many things from peggysims2.net so I had a quick shot of sims 2 to try all the new furniture &amp; clothes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot and I are going to the &lt;a href="http://www.chinesestatecircus.com/"&gt;Chinese Circus and Shaolin warriors&lt;/a&gt; at some point this week so im looking forward to that. I need to get a job soon cause the money is running a bit low. Scot is going to call in a favour at the restaurant he used to work so I will hopefully get a job at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;Well im going to look for inspiration to make a new wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Laters. Karen.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19736999/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/172/3/3/Mans_world_by_Anarthaile.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/19755437/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/173/6/b/Alyssa_by_Anarthaile.jpg" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://sh.deviantart.com/shadow/alpha-000000/5.1-0.6/300/225/logo.png);" class="shadow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-111948797620420262?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/111948797620420262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=111948797620420262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111948797620420262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111948797620420262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13860208.post-111941353728411792</id><published>2005-06-22T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:11:38.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>Well I decided to start yet another blog that I probably wont update just like the others but you never know I might break the routine and actually keep it up to date for a change. The problem is now that im not working and don't have any money Im not doing anything so its harder to find things to write about. All I have been doing lately is making &lt;a href="http://anarthaile.deviantart.com/"&gt;pretty things&lt;/a&gt; on the computer and updating my &lt;a href="http://cherrybubblegum.moonfruit.com/"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was babysitting my little cousin tonight although its not so much babysitting because I hardly see him the whole time im there. He comes home from school goes out to play with his friends, comes back in for a drink/food then goes back out till its time to come in and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;LOL Scot is learning how to kick down a door here -&gt; &lt;a href="http://wiki.ehow.com/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will try my hardest to keep this updated but don't quote me on that!!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13860208-111941353728411792?l=anarthaile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/feeds/111941353728411792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13860208&amp;postID=111941353728411792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111941353728411792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13860208/posts/default/111941353728411792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anarthaile.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZI9_mr-9bYg/SnN-giJjeyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N1eZIDYNVks/S220/4856_99771997132_656192132_2455334_6475688_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
