tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728052735266232602024-02-18T22:41:07.590-08:00Capture the momentsif you fall get back up,you wont achieve the SUCCESS... if you sit back down and don't try again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-41332565968083157012014-10-20T03:50:00.000-07:002014-10-20T03:50:04.487-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-38564895004498564942013-08-12T10:20:00.000-07:002013-08-12T10:20:16.903-07:00Mary & maxThis movie has been out for awhile, and today I decided to watch it.<i> I'm so glad I did, </i>the story is so wonderful and heart warming I couldn't believe it.<br />
At first reading what it was about, seem quite daunting and strange, but yet again I'm so glad I made myself watch this film. <i>It's not the PERFECT film or action filled its just simply about friendship. </i><br />
<i>When two lonely people find each other, and are no longer on their own.</i><br />
The film is filled with humor but in the end hints at seriousness, <b><i>Mary&Max is now officially one of my favorite movies, which might sound odd but it really is. </i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta;"> </span></i></b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><span style="color: magenta;">God gave us our relatives; thank God we can choose our friends.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-78697225343094964142013-08-12T03:19:00.001-07:002013-08-12T03:21:09.316-07:00Me and my lameness :)Well <b>hello </b>again I'd thought I'd catch you up on my life! Because I want to remember my <b>6 weeks </b>holidays! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIiD4TdvX8CQFR46I0wXkJRyG8sxSgKusP9zKvTCQFism6WQkc6ZK1hXLqHXf6ZXE7hoUe-Wa2U4iC-Cv9L5QZxyAtxyqsyVkImvOgyCBcolX-nuFk6VXAbBvNpWxdbSgVpdpVMOh_Mdl/s640/blogger-image-1094715047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIiD4TdvX8CQFR46I0wXkJRyG8sxSgKusP9zKvTCQFism6WQkc6ZK1hXLqHXf6ZXE7hoUe-Wa2U4iC-Cv9L5QZxyAtxyqsyVkImvOgyCBcolX-nuFk6VXAbBvNpWxdbSgVpdpVMOh_Mdl/s640/blogger-image-1094715047.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, me tempting to do skating at first was awful! I decided to become a poser, that's why I'm currently posing on my board (<i>get it of course you do) </i>. That day was great, and I surely do love skating, I've improved, not extremely but enough; the basics is to try and keep trying that's how you become better and don't give up! So now I can do a moving ollie, and go down some ramps! Yeah yeah not the most epic things in the books but I'm going to carry on, no matter what! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At first I was kind of embarrassed, As if I was being judged, but nobody frankly cares, it's best to hang around with someone who's great! So people can be amused by their great tricks! Then somebody who's at the same level as you, so you can both be together becoming better I suppose (<i>whoops that sounded awfully cheesy) ...oh and you've got to be brave....if your scared that's something that will ruin your progress! </i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.com0Liverpool Liverpool53.388542 -2.917261tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-3693473336645463572013-07-23T15:35:00.001-07:002013-07-23T15:35:14.209-07:00Stack of photos..<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_zU7Y4DWSnIOjFJYNNFu2B5hoAakmvzfO-jI7fEbMjTHtbkP84yViWMYSB23E84Nsnqy2GaNf9GttzuNlmw9rxRqWOiMYHLvYv_ZnnuR7urNqhnr0i6BoFVrJHV1eXy3cd0H1wgaloUJ/s640/blogger-image-76155194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_zU7Y4DWSnIOjFJYNNFu2B5hoAakmvzfO-jI7fEbMjTHtbkP84yViWMYSB23E84Nsnqy2GaNf9GttzuNlmw9rxRqWOiMYHLvYv_ZnnuR7urNqhnr0i6BoFVrJHV1eXy3cd0H1wgaloUJ/s640/blogger-image-76155194.jpg"></a></div>The stack of photos I found, making the flow of memories return. I'm astonished at how much I've changed from the <i>8-11 year old to now :) </i>I begin to wonder whether she would be proud or think as me as <b>strange</b> because the girl in the photos has truly gone, and quite frankly I miss her! <i>I refer to her as a second person because I really don't recognise her, (<b>me, myself).</b></i><div><i>Rethinking about how easy life was back then and not knowing decisions for my future and the stress of everyday life and issues which riddle their way through each and every persons life. Was great.</i></div><div><i><b>Being young kept us immune from that, not knowing. </b></i></div><div><b>I love my life now I love my family and my friends but it's a whole new aspect from then..new people, new people which have became so much in my present now. My past self would have never come to thinking who I am today. </b></div><div><i>I'm proud of who I am, and I'm proud of who I was. Much bigger( taller literally haha) more confident, but I want my past self to remain in me </i><b style="font-style: italic; ">I don't want to forget, She will always be there and help me through my life until I...well that's a bit dark and gloomy :3 </b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-80760000154483672562013-07-23T05:52:00.001-07:002013-07-23T05:52:48.585-07:00Catching fire, FINISHEDCatching fire has been such a joy to read and the ending...wow! You just can't put the book down once you start! I'm definitely ready for BOOK 3 :3 <div><i>The book was so exhilarating and exciting you can't help but want to read on and on :3 </i></div><div><b>The end page...once read all is just...SAAAAAY WHAT!!</b></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5j6PTyn4uu5cIVh8QRINxJhkDZSreaalX0CtC2O2aGG-AJIFyFEbc2R1YtuhUoY9p_uM8DRVPtkU3iGJUwB7O7rE_dJ8pPz3KcJtwgXh8zck2WWOHmhu-DPEFWR53Nh7Eym3u-AEGUjKV/s640/blogger-image-645303251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5j6PTyn4uu5cIVh8QRINxJhkDZSreaalX0CtC2O2aGG-AJIFyFEbc2R1YtuhUoY9p_uM8DRVPtkU3iGJUwB7O7rE_dJ8pPz3KcJtwgXh8zck2WWOHmhu-DPEFWR53Nh7Eym3u-AEGUjKV/s640/blogger-image-645303251.jpg"></a></div> <b>READY FOR THE MOVIE! </b></i></div><div><i><b><br></b></i></div><div><i><b><br></b></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14521449528585613545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372805273526623260.post-17698278014795628522013-07-20T10:10:00.000-07:002013-07-20T10:10:36.458-07:00About me<h3>
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I'll start by introducing myself, my name is <i>Tamara</i>. However I'd prefer being called<span style="background-color: #e06666;"> <i>Flair</i></span>, its like having a <span style="background-color: #351c75;">second</span> identity and well that's pretty cool, i guess. I'm currently trying <span style="color: red;"><i><u>NEW</u></i></span> things, things that I would never think I would try. Such as <span style="color: blue;"><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"><i>skateboarding</i></span></span>. Being a girl makes me feel more <span style="background-color: #cc0000;"><i>socially</i></span> awkward around male skateboarders as they are rightfully allowed to be able to skateboard if you get what I mean...<i>NO, thats okay</i>. Never the less apart from the horrible feeling of <span style="color: magenta;">failing</span> and getting <span style="color: magenta;">laughed</span> at, i actually want to achieve some thing that a so called guy can. Or just be able to actually do something that girls shouldn't be apart of. I also love all <i style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="color: lime;">different types of music</span></i>, i'm not afraid to listen to something new; I use to like pop but not really that fond of it anymore :D but apart from that I enjoy a variety of music. which to me is kinda strange...but I guess no one would be disappointed, as there is always a song they will like. My <i><span style="color: red;">love for food, is unbelievably </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: magenta;">epic! and SURPRISE </span><span style="color: lime;">I love different types of art, its fascinating what a person can create, with simple art resources.</span></span></i></h3>
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