<?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-946263186714533405</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:49:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vladi-Myr</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-7234680310048276501</id><published>2009-08-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:35:24.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky.</title><content type='html'>Right Ladiators, sorry I've been away, internet went boom for a while.&lt;div&gt;I went to see "tall ships" today, and believe me it was astoundingly uninteresting. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I have something pretty wild to share with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SoXYf583OWI/AAAAAAAAACU/plqlqVmQsFE/s320/1205334_crayons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, that. Doesn't it make you Squeel? Admit it, I won't judge you. But really, isn't it fantastic? I was reading through vogue earlier and was struck by how little of it there seemed to be. I was faced with a realization that it is only a matter of weeks until I return to school, to a word of navy and grey, ugh. It's horrible. So I've hatched a plan to keep it close to me throughout the year. My hair will soon be purple. Yes, It's brilliant, I'm already well on the way to it, my hair is bleached and toned. Blonde. I'm blonde right now. It really freaks me out. But 'tis only a stepping stone. As soon as I'm lilac, I'll post some pictures, lots if it goes well, mayhaps one or two if I screw up, complaining about how I've screwed up, which I most probably will. Annd some purple shoes. Lots of purple shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Dandelions, what is the brightest colour your hair has been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. CAPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS LUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK. ahem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/946263186714533405-7234680310048276501?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/7234680310048276501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/funky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/7234680310048276501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/7234680310048276501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/funky.html' title='Funky.'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SoXYf583OWI/AAAAAAAAACU/plqlqVmQsFE/s72-c/1205334_crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-8313000711789105645</id><published>2009-08-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:17:05.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyJdDGWulI/AAAAAAAAACE/AOnU0SUCq3g/s1600-h/big-brother-10-lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. I'm reckoning that lisa's gone. There. She doesn't &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt; a capital letter. None for her. God, she thing's she's such a &lt;strong&gt;bloody punk&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet, when the mere prospect of breaking the rules comes up she's out like a shot. God. I hate her, I would put a picture of her up, but she's &lt;em&gt;so goddamn ugly&lt;/em&gt;. So you get Freddie instead. Because he completely owned her on Wednesday. He is amazing-bloody brilliant. A few questions, Why do people hate Bea, Why do people &lt;em&gt;hate Kris&lt;/em&gt;. Kris was absolutly brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367317819588004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyLHqEqyVI/AAAAAAAAACM/w86Go1O5mhI/s320/444untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Honestly, look at his face, isn't he adorable? &lt;em&gt;How could you not love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TL;DR-Lisa to go, Freddie/Marcus/Siavash to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my lovelies, Who do you want out, who do you what to win? Who do you think is going to win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/946263186714533405-8313000711789105645?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/8313000711789105645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/eviction-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/8313000711789105645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/8313000711789105645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/eviction-night.html' title='Eviction Night!'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyLHqEqyVI/AAAAAAAAACM/w86Go1O5mhI/s72-c/444untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-6411053596214425070</id><published>2009-08-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:27:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyDaMrad9I/AAAAAAAAABc/CIkO-vdK00M/s1600-h/967591_lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367309342021941202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyDaMrad9I/AAAAAAAAABc/CIkO-vdK00M/s320/967591_lemonade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afternoon then everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, But why shouldn't we choose what to address the times of days with? There are in fact many, but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've forgotton what I was meant to talk about. Right. I know. &lt;em&gt;Lemonade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;Lemonade.&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely Lovely Lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I have three lemonades to tell you about, first of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367309938730791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyD87l48pI/AAAAAAAAABk/s9uWv1c504I/s320/1205942_strawberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Strawberry Lemonade. Paradox, delicious oxymoron. (&lt;em&gt;no you're an oxy-moron&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, whoever created this was a genius. And if you're in America, you are in luck. Get yourself down to the Cheesecake factory and order a glass. You will not regret it. Ever. But a lot of us, myself included, are not so lucky, try homemade. With buckets upon buckets of sugar. Best served in a sugar-rimmed glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyGMm0ixjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qpmYBgTOTPE/s1600-h/533525b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367312407056270898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyGMm0ixjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qpmYBgTOTPE/s320/533525b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fentiman's Victorian Lemonade. When you first drink it, you'll hate it. Despise it. Want to kill it in the dead of night. Don't worry love, you'll get over it. It's delicious. Fan-bloody-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; an aquired taste, but once you aquire it, you'll be glad that you did. I remember when I used to hate apples. How stupid I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyIRO_IRRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nPqap-ygSj0/s1600-h/45753011_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367314685580821778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyIRO_IRRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nPqap-ygSj0/s320/45753011_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundaberg Austrailian Lemon Lime and bitters. I'm not sure if this is a lemonade. I'm not sure what a bitter is. I like kangaroos. I love bundaberg. I would marry it. &lt;em&gt;Mother-feckin' marry it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite lemonades, lovelies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/946263186714533405-6411053596214425070?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/6411053596214425070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/6411053596214425070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/6411053596214425070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/lemonade.html' title='Lemonade.'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnyDaMrad9I/AAAAAAAAABc/CIkO-vdK00M/s72-c/967591_lemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-2303584407155210546</id><published>2009-08-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:20:44.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever fallen in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/Snj5MGpyeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/4CLK8jjuQnI/s1600-h/1Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312942351579538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/Snj5MGpyeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/4CLK8jjuQnI/s320/1Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love with some one you shouldn't've fallen in love with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, the Buzzcocks said it best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fall in love far too easily. Last time I counted, I was in love with seven people. Oh dear. But all of those times, there was a reason. I liked the person. This time, I hate him. I really hate him. I can'y stand him. I want to kick him in the eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when I'm with him, I can't really explain it, something just clicks and I fall for him all over again. It's hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure how it's possible to love someone I don't even like. Nevermind, we must get back to important matters, this was simply to get this out of my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, tell me all of you, ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't've fallen in  love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/946263186714533405-2303584407155210546?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/2303584407155210546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-fallen-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/2303584407155210546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/2303584407155210546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-fallen-in-love.html' title='Ever fallen in love?'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/Snj5MGpyeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/4CLK8jjuQnI/s72-c/1Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-8221662876816059092</id><published>2009-08-04T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:17:55.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjfC-uEvLI/AAAAAAAAABE/2qXY0g9FLIY/s1600-h/1036249_umbrellas_in_the_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366284198300925106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjfC-uEvLI/AAAAAAAAABE/2qXY0g9FLIY/s320/1036249_umbrellas_in_the_street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Image from stock.xchng(&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1036249"&gt;http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1036249&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Handwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your handwriting? Does your signature make you smile, do you dot your "i"s with a flourish? No? Change it. Give yourself total control over your handwriting, slant your "t"s, curl your "k"s and underline your signature. Do whatever you wish to create your own delightful penmanship. It may seem that nothing is changing, that you never remember to write differently, but slowly but surely, the little quirks with sneak in and one day you will have the magnificent calligraphy you have always dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.Shoes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a little secret to tell everyone, I know of a sure-fire way to cheer you up in the morning. As soon as you wake up, put on your favourite pair of shoes, the ones you can hardly walk in, the ones that don't match anything, the ones that cost a fortune. Put them one, marvel at how dainty and cute they make your footsies look. Gaze at the splendour of the colour. Smile to yoursself as you get up and realise that you are fantastic. Dance to the fridge for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.Rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may think of it as a horrible, dreaded thing, but it's really quite lovely. I can't speak for any of you, but here in Ireland we get more of it that we know what to do with. Enjoy it. Embrace it as an excuse not to bother with you hair ("oh look at that, my hair's soaked! Bloody rain."), wear oversized yellow raincoats, sit on the doorstep and listen to it. Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-hurp-a-durp-hurp-a-durp-durp-durping into the puddles. Wondrous. And you know what the best part is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Umbrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fine, you're right, I could have thrown them in with the last part. But they are not a thing to be &lt;em&gt;thrown in, &lt;/em&gt;they are a thing of beauty, a thing of otherworldly charm. They range from the child's frog shaped covers, to tents ranging feet upon feet in order to accommodate your poofiest skirt. Oh dear, it took at least four trys to get "skirt" right. I must be tired. Nevermind that! Soldier on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.Cluedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best board game ever. Except perhaps that powerpuff girls one I had when I was small(er). Anyway, I have a feeling it was Professer Plum. Crafty specimen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Fairy Lights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much too fun to limit to the christmas tree. I would decorate my house with them given the chance, who needs wallpaper when you could have a sparkling wonderland. Different colours, differents shapes, sizes, ones that flash, ones that twinkle and chance colours. I'm certain you can get solar powered ones to be used outside. Also, print out little cube nets with pictures on them, build the boxes, make a hold in each and put the light in! Who needs photo frames when you and your friends could be changing between Green and red every six seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Tutus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes. An exclaimation mark. They are just that sensational. The lovely net creation you see on the banner in mine. It sends me back about a decade and I feel like a fairy princess. It is astoundingly fluffy, and took about 9 yards of tulle, and one hour of. . . time. I used this (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ambrosialove/522118984/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/ambrosialove/522118984/&lt;/a&gt;) incredibly simple tutorial on flicker. Just as soon as I figure out how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's nearing twenty past too here, so I really should get to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time, &lt;em&gt;farewell&lt;/em&gt;. Next time will most likely be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, anyone know how to enclose a link into a word here? It's so bright and shiny here on blogger. I'm scared.&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/946263186714533405-8221662876816059092?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/8221662876816059092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/8221662876816059092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/8221662876816059092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-things.html' title='7 Things'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjfC-uEvLI/AAAAAAAAABE/2qXY0g9FLIY/s72-c/1036249_umbrellas_in_the_street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-946263186714533405.post-9170773144210530955</id><published>2009-08-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:13:53.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjOnUjVCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1b099M1C_Po/s1600-h/1189034_mallard_duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366266130939054546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjOnUjVCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1b099M1C_Po/s320/1189034_mallard_duck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can? Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/946263186714533405-9170773144210530955?l=vladi-myr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/feeds/9170773144210530955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/testingtesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/9170773144210530955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/946263186714533405/posts/default/9170773144210530955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vladi-myr.blogspot.com/2009/08/testingtesting.html' title='Testing...testing'/><author><name>Vladi-Myr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062786456274021518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndKzjt4QSmQ/SnjOnUjVCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1b099M1C_Po/s72-c/1189034_mallard_duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
