<?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-9460205</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:53:10.330Z</updated><title type='text'>the story of my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." ~ Mr Darcy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>405</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-116090625609182736</id><published>2006-10-15T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:12:01.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the graduation of &lt;a href="http://www.worldofsven.co.uk/theology/"&gt;my wonderful brother&lt;/a&gt;! It was a very nice day and I've decided that I want to make his college into my house. Of course that would invlove me kicking everyone else out, being entirely selfish and also moving to Manchester which wouldn't be too great, but seriously, that place would make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;house. Well, more of a mansion really. It's the kind of place where you'd have to 'take tea' every afternoon out on the lawn whilst wearing pretty dresses and hats. Everyone ould have to speak with Queen's english too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture for you to  ooh and ahh at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/IMG_0384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week, it's &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/gemski/"&gt;Harris child number 2&lt;/a&gt; that graduates! That's all the way down in Winchester though, so I'm going to have to leave Sheffield at about 7am to get there in time... Also, despite having lived there for 2 years myself, it will be the first time that I've ever been inside the cathedral. Should be a thrilling experience, with it being famous and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-116090625609182736?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/116090625609182736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=116090625609182736' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116090625609182736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116090625609182736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-116073340633818414</id><published>2006-10-13T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:56:46.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Evangelism</title><content type='html'>I found this on my &lt;a href="http://worldofsven.co.uk/theology/"&gt;brother's blog&lt;/a&gt; and it made me laugh so much I decided to repost the link on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this... errr.. rather &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hArlZaxI7o"&gt;interesting approach to evangelism&lt;/a&gt;. HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-116073340633818414?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/116073340633818414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=116073340633818414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116073340633818414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116073340633818414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/10/evangelism.html' title='Evangelism'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-116073258243681764</id><published>2006-10-13T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:43:02.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the biggest crying session ever last night...&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;...But if you want onions  in the dinner that you're cooking and you want them chopped up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;small, it's the price you have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael even came running into the kitchen to see if I was alright after she could hear me screaming '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes!! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;'. And of course she had to wipe the streams of tears away from my face because if I had done it myself, it would have practically been the same as wiping the onion into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the worst torture ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Guard:&lt;/span&gt; You will talk, you filthy good for nothing peasant, or I'll wipe this onion in your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Peasant squeals like a girl* Aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhh!!! Nooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-116073258243681764?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/116073258243681764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=116073258243681764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116073258243681764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116073258243681764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-biggest-crying-session-ever-last.html' title=''/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-116034342102303287</id><published>2006-10-08T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:37:01.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Long time no see. But don't worry, I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how much stuff I've been doing since I last posted on here. I also can't believe how much effort it is to set up the Internet on my computer so that it actually works and stays working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now it does work and I'm back, hopefully for a very long time! I'm finally back at uni, but before that we had freshers week. It was the most awesome week ever for CU - we were even on BBC Radio Sheffield about the stuff we were doing! I think this year is going to be a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/shucu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/shucu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is all I'm going to say for now because I've had quite a busy (but wonderful) weekend - had a great day int eh peaks yesterday and had a lovely french breakfast with Faye this morning (I had Croque Madame, in case you wanted to know) and I've just got back from church and I'm pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/IMG_0368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/IMG_0372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/IMG_0373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-116034342102303287?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/116034342102303287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=116034342102303287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116034342102303287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/116034342102303287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-long-time-no-see-but-dont-worry-im.html' title='Wow. Long time no see. But don&apos;t worry, I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115678815556190187</id><published>2006-08-28T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:05:55.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow it's been a while</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been extremely busy and not near the Internet until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun birthday and then I was at &lt;a href="www.rocknations.com"&gt;rocknations &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.soulsurvivor.com/uk/events/momentum06/index.htm"&gt;momentum&lt;/a&gt;, both of which were great fun, and I've been staying with Christiana as well. It's her sisters birthday today too, so we've been enjoying ourselves, and of course, eating an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay here a few more days and then head back to Sheffield, where I'll hopefully be able to get the Internet sorted out in our house, so you'll have to wait until then to see the pictures of and hear about all the exciting things I've been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! Today I found out that my 21st birthday is going to be on 08/08/08. HOW COOL IS THAT???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115678815556190187?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115678815556190187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115678815556190187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115678815556190187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115678815556190187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115471549411488435</id><published>2006-08-04T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:20:58.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Austria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sorry, I’ve been a bit lazy since I’ve been back, but I’m still going to writ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e all about my holiday anyway! It’s gonna be pretty long, even if none of you actually want to read it, but just for my future reference, so I can remember all about it!&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 1 – Sunday 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;This involved a 7 hour drive from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Osnabruck&lt;/st1:city&gt; to Buxheim, a little village n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ear &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ingolstadt&lt;/st1:city&gt; (north of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Munich&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;), where we visited one of my mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ms old friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Claudia. We stayed in their house 10 years ago, but I was only 8, and all I could remember was the bathroom. I’m not kidding, it’s twice the size of my bedroom and has the biggest bath I’ve ever seen in the middle of it. It was the nicest house I’ve ever been in. ‘Huge’ would be a good word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;to describe it. Anyway, we got there at about 3pm and spent the rest of the day lazing about before visiting Eichstätt in the evening, where we had (apparently) the best ice cream in southern &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Day 2 – Monday 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This day was quite a lazy one, for me anyway, because m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;um s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;pent a lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;t of time chatting with her friend. It did include about 2 hours of me teaching her h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ow to use her new digital camera though, which she still can’t work properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In the evening, I went to my first proper concert ever. Every year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;n &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ingolstadt&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sommerkonzerte.de/sommerkonzerte000186.htm"&gt;Audi sponsors ‘summer concerts&lt;/a&gt;’. We had great seats and enjoyed listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra and Christian Tetzlaff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 3 – Tuesday 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me and mum went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ingolstadt&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to look around. We ended up spending half of the day strolling around the Klenzepark, because it was so pretty. Firstly, we found the Secret Garden and sat by the fountain surrounded with pretty flowers (and also quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e a few wasps, who were also enjoying the sun and the water) but then we moved to a kind of woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;den gazebo thing on a pond with lilies on it and looked at the flowers and watched the fish s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;wimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; around in the water. I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;aw the biggest carp I had ever seen in my life in that pond, and it wasn’t ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;en a massive pond. We enjoyed just be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ing there in the quiet and in the shade, with the br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ight su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;n shining on everything else around us. I’m gutted that we didn’t take the camera, because it really was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 4 – Wednesday 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Jul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;I complained earlier this summer, that I hadn’t seen enough of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, even though I’ve lived here all my life. Well, that’s certainly not true anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. On Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;we drove to Heidlberg, which (if any of you know any German geography) you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;quite a distance!! Claudia had to go to a special clinic there, so me and mum went with them to look around the city while they were in the hospital. It’s a very nice city, I enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;a spot of lunch in one of the thousand cafés and then visited the castle. It was a steep trek, and tiring, but overall it was as very enjoyable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/IMG_0063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 5 – Thursday 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We said goodbye to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ingolstadt&lt;/st1:city&gt; and drove about 1 ½ hours down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Munich&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. There we stayed with some friends that m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;um lived with when she was in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in the 70s. They live in a large flat, which is right at the top of the block, so they h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ave quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; a nice terrace, full of flowers. We nearly got eaten by their dog, Aneas, upon arrival, who was a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; excited to say the least. As we’d been to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Munich&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; before, and seen all the famous buildings, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;decided to be a little more cultured and visit the &lt;a href="http://www.pinakothek.de/pinakothek-der-moderne/englisch/englisch.htm"&gt;Pinakothek der Moderne&lt;/a&gt;, which, along with some rather interesting furniture, architecture and other objects, houses paintings by arti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;sts s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;uch as Pablo Picasso, Salvador Dali and Andy Warhol. I don't always enjoy modern art, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;was pleasantly surprised here. But had to shut m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;yslef up quite quickly when I blurted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;out :'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at that! It's rubbish! Why would anyone put something lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e that in a museum, let alone paint the stupid thi- ooh, it's a Pica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sso... ahem, lets go. Not so loud Bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ky, not s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o loud.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We then just spent the evening with the family. Over this time living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;with German families, I came to realise two things: firstly, that Germans like eating bread, meat and cheese A LOT; and secondly, I struggle to string a sentence together complet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ely in German, but I understood nearly all of their conversations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 6 – Friday 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, now it was time for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. About 1 ½ hours g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ot us to the little &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Itter&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, near Wörgl. We just rested and enjoyed the hotel that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 7 – Saturday 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We drove back into &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, just over the boarder, to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Berchtesgaden&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;where Hitler had his house in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alps&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. We went on boat i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;n the Königsee, which is one of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;he most beautiful places I’ve ever been. It’s the highest lake in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; all of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; and was simply fantastic. At one point they stopped the boat and a man played a tune on a trumpet, so t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;hat we cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ld hear the echo. I’ve never heard anything like it. That must have echoed for miles. We had lunch there, before walking a little further to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;another little lake where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;we had a visit fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;om some very friendly ducklings before getting back on the boat to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;the other end of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/IMG_0081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/IMG_0092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;If you look closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;, you can see the Eaglesnest, Hitlers house on the top. One is zoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ed in, the other is zoomed out… (ok, I know it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;small, the computer was being annoying and I can't make it any bigger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/eagles%20nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/eagles%20nest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 8 – Sunday 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you this in case you ever decide to go: Sunday is a great day to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Salzburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Most of the shops are closed so there are hardly any crowds. It’s a lovely city. We were entertained by a man playing music on glasses, visited Mozarts birth house, wandered around and then visited the famous castle, which was definitely worth it. You go right to the top of the tallest tower, and you can see for miles around. This was mums favourite bit of the holiday – everywhere you went there was music playing, which made a great atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/IMG_0108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMG_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/IMG_0110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 9 – Monday 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;This day was very tiring, but totally worth it. In the morning we went to Kitzbühel, which is famous for skiing, where we rather amazingly met the same people that we met on the boat on the Königsee – what a small world! Then we went on… It wasthe most awesome display of water I have ever seen in my life. Words and pictures don’t do it justice; you have to see it with your own eyes to be able to take in the size and power of it all. It’s called the Krimmler wasserfälle and is in three main stages. The whole thing falls 400m at took us 1 ½ hours to walk up the steep, zig-zagging paths to the top. I think the best word to describe it is just ‘wow’. Nothing else could demonstrate what it’s like. I'm going to put the pictures in a different post to make it easier - it's stressing me out putting the pictures in with all this writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – Tuesday 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Salzburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I had a wonderful time on the sound of music tour! Afterwards, we visited Mozarts house and the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Residenz&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In the courtyard, a stage had been set up and there were people practising, so we managed to get ourselves a free opera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/sound%20of%20music%2C%20salzburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/sound%20of%20music%2C%20salzburg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 11 – Wednesday 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;I was SO tired from all the walking and travelling and being in the heat that we had the whole day off – I slept for half of it and then enjoyed reading a book called Big Stone Gap by Adriana Trigiani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 12 – Thursday 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;This day we went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Innsbruck&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. We climbed the tower, saw the Olympic ski jump and the famous golden roof, went inside the Dom ST Jakob and the Palace. It was quite a nice place and we enjoyed it, especially the Palace, but to be honest, that’s all there is to see! In the afternoon, we went to the Swarovski museum. Mum really liked it because she was fascinated by all the colours and stuff, but I found it a little boring. A little weird in places too. We visited a little town called Rattenberg on the way home, where we had a much needed ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/innsbruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/innsbruck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/swarovski.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/swarovski.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 13 – Friday 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;All holiday, we’d been surprised by the lack of English people. It was quite nice as they were nowhere to be seen. Until we went to Söll, that is. I swear there weren’t even any Austrians there! It was a nice little town though. Mum bought a little Swarovski ornament and then we went on to look around Kufstein. We’d originally been planning to get the lift up the mountain (Hohe Salve) next to our hotel and walk down it, but after the climbing up and down the mountain on Monday, we decided against it, as we were just too tired, and mum had a long drive the next day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 14 – Saturday 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July&lt;br /&gt;Home time! I was feeling pretty dead after the 9 hour drive… but we made it nonetheless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115471549411488435?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115471549411488435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115471549411488435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115471549411488435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115471549411488435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/08/austria.html' title='Austria!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115289265656122224</id><published>2006-07-14T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:00:11.756Z</updated><title type='text'>YES! It's O V E R!!!!</title><content type='html'>I officially finished work today! I ensured that it was more leisurely than usual, meaning that I enjoyed more pauses for chit chat and breaks, of course. When I'd finished, I went home and then went back again half an hour later to return the minging blue jackets that they make people wear (but that I REFUSED to wear) and stopped in to say bye to Pedro. He then insisted on showing me his photos, so he ran off to find them while I was left in the office with a soldier who is one of those guys that goes on about cars and how he swears a lot and got really drunk the other night, trying to sound great but actually just sounding a little silly... you know the type I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannnyywaayy, Pedro came back and showed me his RIDICULOUS photos, which he then put on my &lt;a href="http://beakybeaky.bebo.com"&gt;bebo&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmm... they're, umm interesting. Lets just leave it at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit silly that I ended up staying at work much longer than I should have, especially seeing as it was my last day, but nevermind! It was entertaining so I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I will say now is: I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hope I don't have to work there again next summer. I don't think I could take it again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115289265656122224?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115289265656122224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115289265656122224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115289265656122224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115289265656122224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-its-o-v-e-r.html' title='YES! It&apos;s O V E R!!!!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115279745984237223</id><published>2006-07-13T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:30:59.876Z</updated><title type='text'>One More Day TO GOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Only one more day of working to go! How great! I should never have to go there again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I thought that same thing last year and look where I am now.... OH WELL!! I hope they throw me a leaving party... after all I have been there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 whole weeks&lt;/span&gt;. hee hee. Maybe they wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I almost got to go on a motorbike yesterday! But I said no because I was scared of scratching it. Well, that it is true, but it would be even more correct if I said I was simply scared of it. I can't even go full speed in a go kart, nevermind sit on a motorbike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on holiday to the south of germany and then to Austria on Sunday which I'm sure will be good fun, but I'll be away for 2 weeks. Me and Mummy on a little adventure! Woo! We're going to Salzburg and will go ON THE SOUND OF MUSIC TOUR!!!! I can't wait, I think I might actually explode due to being over excited before we get there! Yaaaayyyy!!! Here's a little picture of where we're going to be staying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/hotel%20edelweiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/hotel%20edelweiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115279745984237223?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115279745984237223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115279745984237223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115279745984237223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115279745984237223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-day-to-goooooo.html' title='One More Day TO GOOOOOO'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115246939649253583</id><published>2006-07-09T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:23:16.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Great people usually have something in common....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/Federer%20Wimbledon%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/Federer%20Wimbledon%202006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I have the same birthday as Roger Federer! Also, my friends Kathryn and Ellie have the same birthday as Andy Murray, and well, great people usually have something in common, so that just shows a) how great I am and b) how good I am at picking friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put August 8th in your diaries people, it's a VERY special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115246939649253583?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115246939649253583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115246939649253583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115246939649253583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115246939649253583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-people-usually-have-something-in.html' title='Great people usually have something in common....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115211523918951421</id><published>2006-07-05T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:22:41.916Z</updated><title type='text'>My great bike ride</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you're all really interested in this..... hmmmm haha Follow the littel red line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/my%20great%20bike%20ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/my%20great%20bike%20ride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm proud of myself that I even managed to go this far on my bike TWICE so I'm showing you where I went. Obviously my siblings know where this is, so they will know that I have actually accomplished something amazing by me by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choosing &lt;/span&gt;to cycle all this way when I could have sat in the garden with a nice drink and a nectarine enjoying the sunshine. The first time I went was with my grandad one afternoon a few weeks ago, but the other day when I did this again I couldn't go until 7.30pm because it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment. Even then I nearly died because I didn't take a drink with me. It's quite hilly around here too, you should feel sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put a picture like this on the other day about my route to work, which has changed WONDERFULLY over the last week (I now only have to leave the house 5 minutes before I start instead of just over 20, so I now only have to get up at 7am!) but I thought putting a very zoomed in picture of where I work on the Internet and then talking about it in my other posts might be pushing it a bit... not like there's anything that terrorists would want around there anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm they haven't made me sign the official secrets act thingy, so technically I could give away all the top secret things I hear on a day to day basis without getting into trouble! I mean, I could tell you things that I hear like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 1: 'You're such a fat ****'&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 2: 'Oi! What you calling me that for?'&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 1: 'What? I didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;wasn't too!'&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 2: 'Oh, ok then.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*In the thickest Scottish accent ever*&lt;/span&gt; 'There are quite a few peeepul that don't actually haf a job on a daaay to daaay basis round here. They just... sit arooond. That's aboooot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'With all due respect, Sir, **** ****** **** and it's not my ******* fault, **** ******, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to ****** ******, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/9460205-115211523918951421?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115211523918951421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115211523918951421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115211523918951421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115211523918951421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-great-bike-ride.html' title='My great bike ride'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115178775157735241</id><published>2006-07-01T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:02:31.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo! Come on!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is as I thought. England SUCK. They do something once and they are incapable of doing it again. I am referring to.... rugby - win the world cup and practically nothing afterwards for ages.... cricket - managed to win the ashes from the aussies and, well, I don't even need to mention the absolute hammering that they took from Sri Lanka today, and lastly, football. I always knew they were never capable of winning the world cup this year. And I also predicted that Rooney would get annoyed and sent off, proving once again my magical powers of being super at guessing. BUT, all is not lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME ON MURRAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/andy%20murray%20wimbledon%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/andy%20murray%20wimbledon%202006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat Andy Roddick today and plays Marcus Bagdhatis on Monday which I'm sure will be just as exciting. You know, it was really quite rude of England and Portugal to have to go into extra time and into penalties because it meant that I could only watch a bit of the first part of the tennis match. I had to kept flicking from football to tennis because dad wanted to watch the football. Oh well it's all over now I suppose! All I'll say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... there's a reason why tennis is better than football...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hope &lt;a href="http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/news/photos/imagepages/2006-06-27/200606271151408246687.html"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; does better next year too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115178775157735241?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115178775157735241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115178775157735241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115178775157735241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115178775157735241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/07/woo-hoo-come-on.html' title='Woo hoo! Come on!!!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115168947993824994</id><published>2006-06-30T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:55:08.940Z</updated><title type='text'>No WAY!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to have to be so blunt in saying this, but I rock, seriously. After writing &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-british-army.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I went into the same offices to find a box on the floor of Staff King's office. Inside it were loads of bits of metal and there was a little note on the top (which I read, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Staff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 80 tent pegs you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From CFN Watkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances that &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-british-army.html"&gt;that guys&lt;/a&gt; name was Watkins?? WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the time I managed to guess &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/coolest-thing-ever-in-million-years.html"&gt;Tom's amazing bowling score&lt;/a&gt; exactly. I'm starting to think I have magical powers. In fact no, I'm certain of it, I definitely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for a while, and I'm sorry, but here are a few things I have to say to you...&lt;br /&gt;- They are trying to make me wear this jacket thing at work. But I am REFUSING to. And nearly every day I get '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where's your jacket, where's your jacket, why aren't you wearing your super cool jacket, where's the blue jacket, WHERE'S THAT JAAACKEEET?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;' from the soldiers in the store office. But, now I can laugh back at them because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;they envy my job, which is very sad for them, because I am a CLEANER (but only for 2 more weeks!).&lt;br /&gt;- The plans for my holiday with mum to Austria is starting to unfold... it's going to be exciting!!! wooo&lt;br /&gt;- I ate the BIGGEST CAKE EVER today, and I'm extremely pleased with myself. Mmmmm. I'm still full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and one more thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME ON MURRAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/bios/ms/atpmc10.html"&gt;He plays again&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow whoop whoop! And England, of course. The Germans have managed it, so we can as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115168947993824994?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115168947993824994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115168947993824994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115168947993824994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115168947993824994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-way.html' title='No WAY!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115090554570779189</id><published>2006-06-21T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:24:35.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Trust the British Army....</title><content type='html'>Whilst I was at work yesterday I overheard this conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*An officer walks in, and calls the name of the soldier that is in the room* (I can't remember what his name actually was, so lets just call him Watkins....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Watkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Stands up*&lt;/span&gt; Yes Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Can you do something for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, of course Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Well, you don't really have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;anything, but will you just be part of the platoon for tomorrow morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Platoon, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pause&lt;/span&gt;* You know... for the, errr... egg throwing contest. There'll be a briefing for the whole platoon in the morning. That was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes Sir, of course, the egg throwing contest, how could I forget?! See you in the morning Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never cease to amaze me, really. It would have been much more exciting if he had got an order about something secret or driving a tank or something, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all their glory they've recently started a new thing of security checking everyone that starts to work for them, meaning I had to miss out on a week of getting paid because of their ridiculous and unecessary policies. Me, though, SERIOUSLY?! Why check me?? I have three reasons why it's utterly silly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't even unscrew the lid off the top of a bottle, what other harm can I do, really? Steal a tank? Fire a gun? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've worked for them before. What makes me more dangerous now than I was last summer? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've probably lived in this place  longer than they have. Doesn't that count for ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army = SUCKEEEEEEEERRRRRRRSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115090554570779189?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115090554570779189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115090554570779189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115090554570779189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115090554570779189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-british-army.html' title='Trust the British Army....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115045008434901913</id><published>2006-06-16T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:28:04.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>I'm going with my mum to Holland today with my mum to stay with my aunt and uncle for the weekend. My grandparents, who have been here for just over a week are coming too to stay with them for a week. We're going to Amsterdam tomorrow too yay! This will be the third time I've been to Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip 1 consisted of Anne Franks house and a canal boat cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip 2 was the 'Art galleries trip' and me and mum went to the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip 3 will consist of a lovely walk down one of the most popular canal routes, the Willet-Holthuysen museum and the Joods Historish Museum (the largest Jeish museum outside of Israel ooh). So, I'm sure I'll be able to give you a very extensive history lesson when I get back. We were planning to go on a cycle route in one ofthe national parks on Sunday and I threw a tantrum when she said we weren't going to do it because she thought we'd be too tired... but I suppose she's right... after all I'll be walking around all day Saturday and I do start &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-no-no-no-nooo.html"&gt;the most horrible job EVER&lt;/a&gt; again on Monday morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I must be off I can hear my mama calling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115045008434901913?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115045008434901913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115045008434901913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115045008434901913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115045008434901913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/hurrah.html' title='Hurrah!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115038533261697694</id><published>2006-06-15T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:30:26.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(In a Yorkshire accent) Ooh aren't we lovely? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/us%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/us%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-family-is-great.html"&gt;my grandads 80th birthday&lt;/a&gt; and is me and my siblings &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/gemski"&gt;Gemma&lt;/a&gt; (left), Sarah (middle), &lt;a href="http://worldofsven.co.uk/weblog"&gt;Steven&lt;/a&gt; (back) and moi (right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115038533261697694?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115038533261697694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115038533261697694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115038533261697694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115038533261697694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-yorkshire-accent-ooh-arent-we.html' title=''/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115031596428294638</id><published>2006-06-14T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:12:44.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong to want to go back to uni already???</title><content type='html'>I want my summer to be over so that I can do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbZfzxttBgw"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. My friend Jon just said that he was planning on going with Lizzi and Zoe at Sheffield Uni and NO WAY am I missing out on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shef.ac.uk/union/activities/societies/s-z/swingdance.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s exactly what we're hoping to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a while before we're as good as the couple in that video though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115031596428294638?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115031596428294638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115031596428294638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115031596428294638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115031596428294638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-wrong-to-want-to-go-back-to-uni.html' title='Is it wrong to want to go back to uni already???'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-115022689483511570</id><published>2006-06-13T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:28:14.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum: I don't think I'm going to survive the week. I can't cope with this. At least I can come to you for some sanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously, mum, if you're wanting some sanity, you're coming the wrong way! There isn't any in my direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I've always said........ I don't suffer from insanity...... I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-115022689483511570?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/115022689483511570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=115022689483511570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115022689483511570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/115022689483511570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/mum-i-dont-think-im-going-to-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114986142926434802</id><published>2006-06-09T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:57:09.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things</title><content type='html'>I've started reading 'The Other Side of the Dale' by Gervase Phinn, which is a story about a school inspector inthe Yorkshire Dales, and found this bit funny so I thought I'd share a bit about a boy named John with you. Kids really do say the silliest things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he was little, Mrs Brown told me, he had been awakened by his father one night and taken into the byre  to see the birth of a black Angus calf. The vet had suggested that it was about time the boy saw this miracle of nature. John had stood on a bale of hay in the cattle shed, staring in the half light as the great cow strained to deliver her calf. The small, wet, furry bundle soon arrived and the vet, wet with perspiration and with a triumphant look on his face, had gently wiped the calf's mouth and then held up the new-born creature for the little boy to see. John had stared wide-eyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    'What do you think of that?' the vet had asked him. 'Isn't that a wonderful sight?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    John had thought for a moment before replying. 'How did it swallow the dog in the first place?' he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114986142926434802?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114986142926434802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114986142926434802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114986142926434802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114986142926434802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114984485643591164</id><published>2006-06-09T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:20:56.470Z</updated><title type='text'>So then I said... to myself</title><content type='html'>'Wow that cloud really does look like cotton wool. No, actually it looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;than cotton wool. That cloud looks edible! Mmmmm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is that..... hang on a s...... hang ooon.... waaaaaiiiit a minute...... hang on a second! Is that....... is that BRAMALL LANE??? NO WAY! IT REALLY IS!!!! So that means that my house is..... THERE!!!! THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER! And there's Park Hill flats and there's my other house!!! AMAZING! And there's... oh no... now it's gone.' (I was flying over Sheffield, if you didn't figure that out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114984485643591164?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114984485643591164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114984485643591164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114984485643591164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114984485643591164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-then-i-said-to-myself.html' title='So then I said... to myself'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114959080083804099</id><published>2006-06-06T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:46:40.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Ok, so when mum said about getting a flight on Wednesday, I was thinking that she meant &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; Wednesday... but she didn't.... she meant tomorrow...... AAARRRGGGHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an insane amount of packing and sorting to do within the next 24 hours. And it's a really nice day so all I want to do is sit outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and all that wonderful food is going to go to waste. You could feed a starving family for a week with the amount of stuff we have left in our kitchen, seriously. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... on the up side.... I can play the guitar when I get home!! Wooooooo!! I haven't been able to for the last 2 months, because even though mine is fixed now, I can't get the strings on or tune it... so it's a pretty pointless guitar really. Oh well! Mums at home is better anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114959080083804099?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114959080083804099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114959080083804099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114959080083804099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114959080083804099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114926283541566494</id><published>2006-06-02T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:40:35.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>Now my housemates have gone home for good, I've been left with the mammoth task of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... eating everything that they left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114926283541566494?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114926283541566494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114926283541566494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114926283541566494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114926283541566494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114916742577244202</id><published>2006-06-01T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:10:25.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Written on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So… I’m managing to pretty much get one thing a day done. Not that productive, I know, but I have A LONG TIME to get through. So far this week I have done the following…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday….. Came back from Christianas. That was a mission for me in itself, so I took the rest of the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday….. I came into town. I used the Internet but only for about 10 minutes because I had to meet Nick, so that’s why I’ve only just posted what’s below… And I’ve decided that this university sucks – nearly every door to get in was locked and the library was already shut by the time I came back. Rubbish. How does anyone expect me to be able to blog properly if I can’t even get to a computer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday….. I took my guitar to the shop on London Road! (Yes, that’s the road that I’m living just off next year and yes, that’s where that man was murdered the other week, you might have seen it on the news… The whole time I was walking I was half expecting to see a body outline drawn in chalk on the pavement and drops of blood like you see in films, but alas there was none). It seems I have to fix the guitar myself though (or pay something very ridiculous)… hopefully it’ll be ok! The guy in the shop was like &lt;em&gt;‘All you need is a few tools…’&lt;/em&gt; to which I replied, with quite a blank look, ‘Do I &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like I have tools? I don’t even have any glue. And as a matter of fact I’ve lost my nail file too. I’m going to have to search my whole room. I’m a student. SERIOUSLY. I can’t &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; you thought I’d have tools…’ So... I didn’t have any superglue, so all I managed to do the rest of the day was do a little handy work on it with my nail file (which I finally found) and then laze around listening and singing along to Damien Rice &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; loudly. What could be better than that? Oh, wait, I know, actually having a life would be better that that. How silly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all I need to do is:&lt;br /&gt;- buy some superglue&lt;br /&gt;- glue the nut onto the guitar without sticking it to my hand at the same time, or I’ll be wearing my guitar for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;- Find someone who can put the strings on for me – I’m pathetic, I know there’s no need to tell me, I can’t even do that. Well… I’ll have a go, but I’m telling you now, I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; need help.&lt;br /&gt;- Name it. The poor thing has been around for what seems like eternity and it’s never had a name. I’ve already decided it looks like a girl, but I’ll have to wait until it’s ready to be played (which, at the rate it’s been going so far will be in about 20 years) until I can give it a name and really make it my own. Yes, that’s right mother, now it’s mine. MINE, I tell you! Well, until I want another one it is. Then you can have it back. Or I might bin it. Who knows? Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114916742577244202?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114916742577244202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114916742577244202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114916742577244202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114916742577244202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/written-on-wednesday.html' title='Written on Wednesday'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114916722311704572</id><published>2006-06-01T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:07:03.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Written on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last week était fantastique… but as for this week…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week consisted of an amazingly fun trip to Flares, a lovely meal, playing hilarious games afterwards, a great night at Chris’ (well we were there for so long it seemed like pretty much nearly the whole day…) and then at the weekend me and Faye went on a shopping trip to Leeds, where we met up with Sarah and Steve (and I managed to offload the 21 presents that I’d spent most of the previous night wrapping for her birthday on Wednesday and we also tried on some AMAZING hats –you know, like the queen or people at weddings wear). Then we stayed the night at Christianas. I always have lots of fun when I’m there, even if we don’t do that much. She went off travelling around Eastern Europe with some of her uni friends on Monday morning so was pretty busy with packing etc all weekend but on Saturday night we still managed a road trip. We only went as far as Helen’s house and then to Jamie’s, but it was still a good road trip with plenty of singing along to ridiculously loud music in the car (which is a definite must have on a trip like that). Jamie’s cat absolutely loved Faye and wouldn’t leave her alone, it was so funny. It didn’t seem to care that she’s allergic, and she had to spend the next hour picking cat hairs off her trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided while I was there that I feel a bit deprived because I’ve never been allowed to have a pet. As soon as Jamie opened the front door their dog came racing out and jumped up at me which was great because it’s a really cute dog, then I saw the hamster and then I met the cat. One after another. Like a kind of mini-zoo. Great! Then on Sunday we went to alc, which as always is good because I get to see people that I haven’t seen for ages. Faye went home after lunch but I decided to stay another night so that I could go to the Natalie Grant concert in the evening. It was really good and she has an absolutely amazing voice. I enjoyed myself! Then we had a bit of a mission trying to get everyone to sign Helen’s birthday card while she was being trapped away downstairs. Then me and Chrissie had another mini road trip, but this time to Sam’s and Simon’s, who are friends from school, so that they could sign it. I hadn’t seen them for absolutely ages so it was good to catch up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m back in Sheffield, Faye has gone back to Nottingham, about 98% of my other friends have gone home and another of my housemates is leaving for good today. So, what can I say? I’ve just had a great week and now I’m miserable, to put it quite plainly. Even if I get a job, I’ll still be miserable because in the evenings and weekends I will be boooooooooooooooooooooooooored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’ll just take everything one step at a time…. Today I’m meeting up with Nick for a chat at Costa. Tomorrow…. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114916722311704572?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114916722311704572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114916722311704572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114916722311704572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114916722311704572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/06/written-on-tuesday.html' title='Written on Tuesday'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114831096493618225</id><published>2006-05-22T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:16:04.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Appauling blogging</title><content type='html'>My blogging has been pathetic of late, and I apologise. Not only am I very rarely near a computer with the Internet at the moment, I also just have nothing exciting to say. Yes, I've finished my exams, yes I have nothing to do, and yes I had a brilliant time at a BBQ an watching the hysterical Eurovision with my friends on Saturday night and we also saw a little fox on the way home, but to be honest, I just can't be bothered to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'm being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something REALLY exciting happens soon then obviously I'll tell you, but I wouldn't be surprised if the next few weeks aren't that busy on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Leeds and Bradford next weekend, which of course, as it always is, will be lots of fun, and I've also got half way to sorting my guitar out. But even my fingers are feeling lazy at the moment and I just don't want to sit infront of a computer and type about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished reading Goodnight Mister Tom and I'm going to go back to the library and get another book. I need to find a new hobby because frankly anything is better than sitting infront of this silly machine at the moment. I can't be reading &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time. So what can I do with myself. And don't tell me to get a job, I'm asking you for hobby ideas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114831096493618225?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114831096493618225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114831096493618225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114831096493618225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114831096493618225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/appauling-blogging.html' title='Appauling blogging'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114805275935074947</id><published>2006-05-19T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:32:39.396Z</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this a few weeks ago but am only just posting it...</title><content type='html'>Guuiiiiiiitaaaaaaarrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally have a guitar. It was mum’s first ever guitar and I have the privilege of being its new owner. There’s just one problem. It only has 4 strings, all of which are ancient (and when I say ancient, I mean, VERY ancient), the nut is broken  and it has no case (that also broke). It has also lived in Steven’s cellar for the last 3 years so it smells a bit funny. Great. What am I supposed to do with it? I can’t play it, that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, Crofty did point out one very cool thing about it. I’m actually living out a very famous lyric by having this guitar. Well, my mum is anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my first real six-string&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought it at the five-and-dime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played 'til my fingers bled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was summer of '69....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told you it was old…and yes I know it was your christmas present, but please don’t ruin my fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s just sitting in my room looking pretty and smelling minging and that’s where it’ll stay until I sort it out. Or unless someone does it for me. I’m guessing the latter won’t ever happen though, so I better get off my bum and do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114805275935074947?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805275935074947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114805275935074947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114805275935074947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114805275935074947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wrote-this-few-weeks-ago-but-am-only.html' title='I wrote this a few weeks ago but am only just posting it...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114770512271801546</id><published>2006-05-15T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:07:29.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Business Analysis</title><content type='html'>I had my Business Analysis exam this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I passed it (I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; I passed it...), but me and Faye needed a BIG pizza hut dinner to make us feel better after it. Seriously, I think it's the most ridiculous module that there ever was, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to go home and revise for tomorrows exam. And the one the day after that. But, after Wednesday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever heard of a summer holiday starting in May??? Bit silly isn't it?? But me and Faye are having a fun trip to Leeds/Bradford on the 27th which is gonna ROCK. Then I have to figure out what I'm doing for the rest of the summer. Well, when I say summer, I mean until October, which is technically Autumn. So far I've got &lt;a href="www.rocknations.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.soulsurvivor.com/uk/events/momentum06/index.htm"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.uccf.org.uk/events/index.php?EventID=Forum%202006%20%20Ignition"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; planned. They involve: having lots of fun, spending time with friends, Switchfoot, camping, being extremely silly and general mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* My life is so, well, relaxing! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114770512271801546?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114770512271801546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114770512271801546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114770512271801546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114770512271801546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/business-analysis.html' title='Business Analysis'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114727919512867005</id><published>2006-05-10T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:39:55.166Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! For now, anyway...</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of exams. That's my excuse for not blogging and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you missed in my life whilst I’ve been away??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting in the sunshine in the park, playing football, Frisbee etc – I even wore a skirt! (not a regular occurrence – it’s usually waaaay too cold in this country)&lt;br /&gt;- Sunburn. I did try not to let that happen. I even took my sun lotion with me. I just obviously didn’t put enough on. Maybe next time I’ll manage to have a day in the sun without scorching myself…&lt;br /&gt;- Rain. Good things never last. Well actually that’s not strictly true. Lots of good things last. I’ll rephrase that statement. Good weather never lasts. Not in England, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a HUGE puddle splashed all over me by a car. It was like something out of a film. Ridiculous. I swear there’s some kind of law about doing that. And if there isn’t, there should be. I could spend hours thinking of appropriate tortures punishments for people that do things like that to pedestrians.&lt;br /&gt;- Revision&lt;br /&gt;- Exams&lt;br /&gt;- Missing out on cake because of exams&lt;br /&gt;- Rubbish rubbish rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little graph shows you how my week went. Follow the red line down, down dooown and if you look veeery closely you can see me lying, in tears, in the explosion at the bottom. Oh woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/becky%27s%20week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114727919512867005?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114727919512867005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114727919512867005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114727919512867005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114727919512867005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-for-now-anyway.html' title='I&apos;m back! For now, anyway...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114650264954488476</id><published>2006-05-01T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:57:29.603Z</updated><title type='text'>My family is great!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was my granddads 80th birthday celebration which saw the whole of my family (minus dad) together for a day of fun. Well, it wasn’t really a whole day, more like lunch and afternoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a really nice day, and I’ve decided that I’m very lucky to have such a great family. We all get on really well and just have fun all the time. Me and my sisters are possibly the silliest girls in the country, but that makes it even better! Steve and Bryony (Sarah and Steven’s boy/girlfriends) now definitely know what they’ve got themselves into by joining our family hehe. At least Steve managed to escape the kiss on the lips from Grandma this time HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ingredients for a fun Harris action packed family day include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         all 4 siblings plus ‘their other half’, for those who have them&lt;br /&gt;-         food&lt;br /&gt;-         mum/uncle to pay for the food&lt;br /&gt;-         sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;-         1 doolally grandmother&lt;br /&gt;-         Any other relatives brave enough to take part&lt;br /&gt;-         a camera or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I should be able to get hold of some of the pictures quite soon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114650264954488476?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114650264954488476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114650264954488476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114650264954488476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114650264954488476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-family-is-great.html' title='My family is great!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114622802830166645</id><published>2006-04-28T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:40:28.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Was it really that bad???</title><content type='html'>The Scene: Our house, Wednesday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ross&lt;/strong&gt;: It was like being sick after a night out and then leaving it in a glass. Then adding some fruity stuff, mixing it up, and drinking it back again. Becky, I’m shaking, that really can’t be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny&lt;/strong&gt;: But was it the best worst drink you’ve ever had? That was what I was going for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ross&lt;/strong&gt;: Mate, it was like everything I’ve never wanted to drink in the whole of my life all in one glass together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny&lt;/strong&gt;: Great! *shouting into the house* Mike!! It was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ross&lt;/strong&gt;: *Still shaking* My stomach is churning…*turns and pukes all over the grass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it? Well, let me just say something to you first: don't make a stupid bet with Danny and don't ever let Danny make you a drink 'of his choice'. Just smelling the thing made me want to hurl. 'Of his choice' meant: mashed up baked beans, bit of milk, some orange squash (not diluted with water...) brown sauce, chilli sauce, some kind of herb and garlic sauce and a few different samples of alcoholic drinks. Mmmm yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ross might have learnt something from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious to watch, but you've still got to feel sorry for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114622802830166645?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114622802830166645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114622802830166645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114622802830166645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114622802830166645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-it-really-that-bad.html' title='Was it really that bad???'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114622748322261067</id><published>2006-04-28T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:31:23.246Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wrote this the other day but haven't been able to get to a computer properly....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really not in the mood for blogging at the moment. In fact, I think it’s just the fact that I’m not in the mood for sitting in the library, which I kinda have to do if I want to blog. So, I’m writing this on my computer at home, where I am not surrounded by 650 other students that distract me from working simply due to the fact that they’re walking around me. I have no motivation for revision whatsoever at the moment, which makes it even harder, but I’ve borrowed Faye’s textbook for the evening so that I can see whether I’ll work better at home, so you can imagine the goodies that my evening has in store for me… Last night was much better, with a trip to Flares for Ach’s birthday and ‘decorating’ his car when we got home with Faye and Michelle (with pink loo roll… what could look better?? Tee hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve decided that the only method of getting the next chapter of this work done is to starve myself of dinner (and it’s already 7pm and I’m starting to get hungry!) until I’m satisfied that I’ve actually got something useful done today. Well, this morning was productive – I had a good meeting with Dan, Chris and Nick about CU (even though I nearly fell asleep at one point from being tired from last night). But then, that’s not going to help me pass my exams, so it doesn’t count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Into the thrilling world of marketing I go! …… I might get completely lost and confused on this little adventure, I might even be eaten by an angry troll with green hair and a blue moustache, or I might quit soon because I’m hungry, who knows? Maybe I’ll find out that the ‘world of marketing’ is actually a fairy land with marshmellow trees and happy children skipping around and riding ponies and all my exam will include is judging in the Prettiest Flower Contest as opposed to being about market segmentation and keeping irritating customers satisfied…. but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry if that last paragraph made no sense to you, there are weird things flying around my mind, none of which have anything to do with business studies unfortunately. And I’ve just noticed that I’m blabbing nonsense to you all without even realising it. I should stop procrastinating and ACTUALLY DO SOME WOOOOOOORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114622748322261067?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114622748322261067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114622748322261067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114622748322261067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114622748322261067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114597654248350384</id><published>2006-04-25T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:49:02.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't panic</title><content type='html'>I'm alive, I'm here don't worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to give me some time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to post something proper tomorrow, so try not to miss me too much (yes that means you too mummy hehehe)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114597654248350384?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114597654248350384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114597654248350384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114597654248350384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114597654248350384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114556623453946327</id><published>2006-04-20T20:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:50:34.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeelll.... it's the end of my holiday....</title><content type='html'>.... the end of my holiday in Germany, anyway. I fly back to Manchester via Stanstead (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how annoying&lt;/span&gt;!) tomorrow morning. So early tomorrow morning, infact, that it's not really even worth me going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid, what kind of person thought it would be good idea to schedule the only flight for tomorrow that I can get at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;6.25 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just rude, to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means that I have to get up at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be on my way to bed now shouldn't I? But I know that my mum will complain about the state of my room becuase I haven't finished sorting it out and cleaning up and making it tidy yet. That means I'll have to keep doing things until she's satisfied. And I want to play my new game that I (actually, mum) bought (Tropico 2 - it's about pirates, it's brilliant!) but I don't think it's a very good idea... I think it might be wise to get as mush sleep as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new phone lets me set about 5 different alarms and each one of them can go on snooze, so I don't think there'll be too much trouble with getting out of bed. I'm usually good at getting up, but then I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;get out of bed at 4am, so I wouldn't be surprised if I struggle a little bit tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY hope I don't end up falling asleep on the train or a bench somewhere and wake up 6 hours later with no idea where I am or what happened and with my suitcase and all my other belongings stolen from me. At least I don't think people will mistake me for a tramp, that would be much worse! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's good night and auf wiedersehen from Deutschland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;idea when I'm going to be back. It could be months. Who knows? And I might not be able to post for a few more days so don't worry about me and think I've got lost somewhere (even though I might have!) I don't have the Internet at home in England... Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Ooh! I almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminder #1 for Sven --- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE remember to bring the guitar. Write it on post-its and stick them everywhere so you don't forget. Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114556623453946327?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114556623453946327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114556623453946327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114556623453946327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114556623453946327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/weeeeelll-its-end-of-my-holiday_20.html' title='Weeeeelll.... it&apos;s the end of my holiday....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114536137012031973</id><published>2006-04-18T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:58:03.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Meeeee</title><content type='html'>I'm on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beakybeaky.bebo.com"&gt;bebo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/beakybeaky"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may add me if you wish. But bear in mind if I have no idea who you are it's quite likely I wont bother with accepting it. But you never know, I might be nice and accept you if I feel like it even if I don't knowwho you are. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114536137012031973?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114536137012031973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114536137012031973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114536137012031973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114536137012031973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeeee.html' title='Meeeee'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114529150363180888</id><published>2006-04-17T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:31:43.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Time For Change</title><content type='html'>I wanted to change my template quite a while ago, never actually got around to doing it, but now I've finally done it! I think it's very pretty, don't you? I know it's not the most exciting template in the world, it's just a normal one, but still, even a little bit of change is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing really well at learning the guitar! I'm using my mums while I'm here in Germany but hopefully (if my brother doesn't forget) I'll be able to get to one when I'm in England. Pleeeeeeaaasssse don't forget. Once I actually have it I don't know what I'm going to actually learn from, because I've been using my mums books. Sunday School songs are the BEST, especially for when you're learning the guitar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/acoustic_guitar_01_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/acoustic_guitar_01_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I were a butterfly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd thank you Lord, for giving me wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I were a Robin in a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd thank you Lord that I could sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I were a fish in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd wiggle my tail and giggle with glee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I just thank you Father for making me me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me Jesus and you made me your child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just thank you Father for making me me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only person that remembers singing this song at the age of 6! I'll play it for you if you can't remember how it goes. And if you're lucky I'll even sing it for you. But don't get your hopes up. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114529150363180888?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114529150363180888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114529150363180888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114529150363180888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114529150363180888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-change.html' title='Time For Change'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114518786897521600</id><published>2006-04-16T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:44:29.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Silly me</title><content type='html'>I didn't have any tea (that's dinner or supper for posh/non-English people) last night until about 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got our Easter eggs out and I'd eaten so much chocolate that I couldn't bring myself to eat any normal food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then topped off the evening by watching Chocolat on BBC2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114518786897521600?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114518786897521600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114518786897521600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114518786897521600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114518786897521600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/silly-me.html' title='Silly me'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114502464778407615</id><published>2006-04-14T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:39:00.630Z</updated><title type='text'>The B Set Rebels</title><content type='html'>I've just been talking to my friend Ella from school that I haven't spoken to for quite a while. We were remembering all the silly things that we did when we were at school (there were A LOT of silly things...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her laugh so much that she had to use her asthma stuff. I think I nearly killed her. I'm serious. I really nearly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told mum one of the stories and laughed so much and ended up spilling my drink more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love laughing. Especially when you're remembering how badly behaved the whole of your class was and how we got away with ALL OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B Set Rebels. That's what we were. Complete and utter rebels. But it was fun, so I don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the one where we drew a nose and whiskers on Kathryn's face. The teacher went absolutely insane and the thing that made it even more funny was that it was one of those *you're trying not to laugh which makes you laugh even more and then snort and nearly wet yourself* kind of moments. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the one where Mr Wood had to come in and observe our lesson cos we were ALL so silly, but we were perfect that lesson. But when he left we all cracked up laughing and didn't stop for half an hour. I bet Mrs Currier thought she was going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in physics where every few minutes someone would shout 'MOLE!'. It had nothing to do with the fact that the teacher looked like a mole or anything.... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost count of the times Kathryn was screamed at for singing. They were mostly love songs....... to herself. I would usually worry about anyone that did that, but it was just normal, everyday life for Kathryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not surprised that teachers have breakdowns. It's probably from people like us. Mind you, we were only ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;silly, we weren't nasty, so I guess it's ok, there are classes worse than ours, and we generally got on with our teachers. It's just hard to get to grips with the fact that a whole class can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;ridiculous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;lesson for 2 years running. And I still managed to get A grades!!! It makes it seem even more worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never be able to do that now without feeling at least a bit guilty about it, but they are all great memories nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... &lt;a href="www.woodhousegrove.co.uk"&gt;The Grove&lt;/a&gt;. What a wonderful place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell I'm going to be laughing in my sleep tonight.  If you knew what me, Ella, Kathryn, John etc were like, you'd understand completely. Actually, even if you only know what I'm like, just imagine them as being different versions of me, then you'll know exactly why the lessons were so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114502464778407615?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114502464778407615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114502464778407615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114502464778407615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114502464778407615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/b-set-rebels.html' title='The B Set Rebels'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114494678219367525</id><published>2006-04-13T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:46:22.223Z</updated><title type='text'>The most embarrassing thing in the world</title><content type='html'>If one of your friends gets a camera out, just go and hide somewhere, don't take part in anything that they do. It's a very good suggestion, however I've not always been good at listening to my own advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if those videos fall into the wrong hands... I will actually consider suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana and Steph were the only witnesses of our (mostly my own) stupidity and we're the only ones with the evidence. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hope she puts them away where NO ONE can find them. Ever. I've only recently looked at them again and I can tell that they're gonna get more embarrassing as I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't mind all of the photos, because I wasn't alone in them at all, but the videos... AAAHHHHHHHH IT'S HORRIFIC! I trust Christiana won't show them to anyone without me knowing about it, because she can't forget the videos of our summer holiday that I have, but still, I'm worried about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bribery, but I hope it never comes to me having to use it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114494678219367525?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114494678219367525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114494678219367525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114494678219367525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114494678219367525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-embarrassing-thing-in-world.html' title='The most embarrassing thing in the world'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114492847249426766</id><published>2006-04-13T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:41:12.596Z</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing interesting to say so I thought I'd do one of these question thingys</title><content type='html'>[[what were you doing last night at ten?]]&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV I think - something I don't do very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what color shirt are you wearing?]]&lt;br /&gt;Black and it says Jesus is my homeboy on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[have you made out with anyone in your sidebar links?]]&lt;br /&gt;No of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you have "a thing" for anyone in your sidebar links?]]&lt;br /&gt;I love quite a few of them, either because they are my siblings or a very good friend, but there's no "thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[how many friends on your list do you know in real life?]]&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you hold grudges?]]&lt;br /&gt;No. It's not worth it. Besides, I think I'm too lazy to hold grudges, it's more effort than it's worth. I prefer just to get on with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[have you ever had your heart broken?]]&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you have a good relationship with both of your parents?]]&lt;br /&gt;Ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[most recent movie that you have rented?]]&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever rent them, but the last one I watched was .... hmmmm.... I haven't watched one for quite a long time... I think it might have been The Interpreter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[name three things you have with you at all times:]]&lt;br /&gt;If I'm out of the house, then my phone, my house keys and my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[would you rather give or recieve a massage?]]&lt;br /&gt;Receive. I'm not that good at giving them my hands get tired really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[name a teacher you had the hots for:]]&lt;br /&gt;None. Don't you know what my school was like? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[how much cash do you have on you right now?]]&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I don't think I actually have any Euros of my own. Actually yes I do, I have 15 euros, but they're in England, that's a bit pointless, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[whos the 4th person on your recieved calls list?]]&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea my phone is upstairs. I think it might be Luke or someone that got hte wrong number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what's the main ringtone on your phone?]]&lt;br /&gt;It changes depending on who is ringing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what time did you wake up?]]&lt;br /&gt;I was WOKEN up at about 10am or something like that this morning because I was supposed to get my hair cut, but I didn't actually get out of bed until quite a bit later than that. I don't usually get out of bed until nearly lunchtime when I'm at home in the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what were you doing at midnight two nights ago?]]&lt;br /&gt;SlI can't remember really. I was either probably on the Internet or reading. Ooh actually I think I might have been watching A&amp;amp;E or Paramedics with Sarah. Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[how many ex's are on your sidebar links?]]&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you like having your hair pulled?]]&lt;br /&gt;Who does? I like it when people play with my hair, it's relaxing, but it doesn't happen very often. I think Tom might have the last to do it when my hair was down the back of the sofa and he was sat behind, but that was about 2 years ago.... I don't even have a sofa where I live now... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[favorite city?]]&lt;br /&gt;In England, it's Leeds, but as for places in the rest of the world I'd probably say Rome. My favourite place in the world is Garmisch, in the alps, but it's only a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[name something you can't wait for:]]&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[last time you saw your mom?]]&lt;br /&gt;About 2 minutes ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you get along with your siblings?]]&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very much. We are the silliest people in the world when we're together. My brother is more normal, but I don't get to see him very often which is a bit rubbish, but we still get on well with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[the one thing you want most:]]&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't nail it down to just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[last thing you said out loud?]]&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sorry, I'll do it in a minute, I'm nearly finshed". Before that it was something about food. What a surprise... I was thinking about food. mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[last person you hugged and/or kissed?]]&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[last thing you spent over $100 on?]]&lt;br /&gt;I've never spent $100 in my life. The last thing I spent £100 on was... hmmm.... I dunno I've not bought anything big recently... I spent £75 when I booked something for the summer recently, that's close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what kind of shoes are you wearing?]]&lt;br /&gt;Blue, light pink, dark pink and purple striped slippers with a cow on them. Loving the clashing stripy socks that I'm wearing with them too! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[what's the last piece of clothing you borrowed from anyone?]]&lt;br /&gt;I wore Sarah's top on Sunday and it's still in my room. She'll get it back when I can be bothered to move it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[i really wish i drove...]]&lt;br /&gt;Anything! I haven't even started lessons yet, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[most visited webpage?]]&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. I check my email more than anything, but when I read blogs, I Look at them all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[last person you text messaged?]]&lt;br /&gt;Christiana. I was very bored in Stanstead airport, it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you have an air freshener in your car?]]&lt;br /&gt;I have no car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[do you have any plants in your room?]]&lt;br /&gt;No. I used to have a cactus but my grandparents managed to destroy it somehow and when I was at college I had another one, but there wasn't much sunlight in my room so it didn't do too well though. But I left it behind and I believe it's now living in Flodge's hallway and it looks wonderful! I wouldn't be surprised if someone had accidentally knocked it off and killed it though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114492847249426766?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114492847249426766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114492847249426766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114492847249426766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114492847249426766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-nothing-interesting-to-say-so-i.html' title='I have nothing interesting to say so I thought I&apos;d do one of these question thingys'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114485996048600237</id><published>2006-04-12T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:39:20.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things Please Simple Minds</title><content type='html'>Me and my sisters were laughing so hard yesterday that I ended up crying and I couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the neighbours weren't in, they would never have spoken to us again if they had heard what we were doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114485996048600237?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114485996048600237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114485996048600237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114485996048600237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114485996048600237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/simple-things-please-simple-minds.html' title='Simple Things Please Simple Minds'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114467102424466898</id><published>2006-04-10T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:12:50.550Z</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/Ive%20seen%20Chatsworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/Ive%20seen%20Chatsworth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look guys!! Look what's over there! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/Beautiful%20Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/Beautiful%20Home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's our house!!! No, not really, we were at Chatsworth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/But%20wheres%20Darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/But%20wheres%20Darcy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where is Mr Darcy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/There%20He%20is%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/There%20He%20is%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/Heeeeello%20Darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/Heeeeello%20Darcy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It really is Mr Darcy! I've found him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/Love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/Love.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/me-%20chatsworth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/me-%20chatsworth.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really am Keira Knightly... or so the guy that was working there tried to convince me. He didn't accept me telling him that we look NOTHING alike. She has brown hair, is really tall and extremely pretty. Oh yeah, and there's the small fact that our faces look totally different... I still took a picture of me standing next to her dress from the film though...&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/derby/content/images/2005/09/16/pride_and_prejudice_sculpure_gallery_203x210.jpg"&gt; Look at this picture and you'll see why I'm stood like that... hehehe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun day and were being very silly when we took these pictures! There are quite a few more good ones but blogger wont let me load them! So sorry Zoe, I did try to get some of you on but they just wont work! I'll try again sometime later on when I rediscover these pictures after having forgotten about them and realise how funny they all are together. Me and Faye nearly died laughing when we first looked through the whole lot. Especially at the one of me and Zoe looking a little... err... shall I just say odd and leave it at that? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a great day anyway!! We'll have to decide what to do for or next trip out, but we'll ahev to take everyone next time!&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/9460205-114467102424466898?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114467102424466898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114467102424466898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114467102424466898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114467102424466898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/grand-day-out.html' title='The Grand Day Out'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114453393641036617</id><published>2006-04-08T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:05:36.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Thing you didn't know about me #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/red-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/red-roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of people think flowers are overrated. But I love red roses and always will do. They're so pretty. If you ever want to get into my good books then get me some flowers. Obviously a different type of flower might be a good thing to give me, because you might send out the wrong message with these ones... hehehe. I'd love to get flowers from anyone though, even if you're just a friend, so don't hold back, feel free to buy me some!!! I also like liles. And tulips. And any other pretty flowers. So basically, anything and everything pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm turning into an old lady already? I'm only 18.....!!!! aaaahhhhhhh. *sigh* Oh, they're so PRETTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114453393641036617?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114453393641036617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114453393641036617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114453393641036617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114453393641036617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/thing-you-didnt-know-about-me-18.html' title='Thing you didn&apos;t know about me #18'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114449167631589865</id><published>2006-04-08T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:21:16.410Z</updated><title type='text'>THE Day Has Arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Simon (whose 20th birthday was yesterday, so happy birthday for that...) spent the whole of college determined to make me fat. Nothing worked. Nothing. Zip. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I've been at uni something has happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it....... (i'm trying to create a bit of suspense)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I got home (Germany!) last night and my mum said that she thought I'd put weight on on my face. I used to have quite defined cheek bones, but I'm guessing I don't anymore... and so I weighed myself this morning. I think the last time I weighed myself was around September or something like that, but since then I've put on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6lbs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is A LOT considering that my weight didn't change at all while I was at college. 6lbs!! I'm well &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-believe-it.html"&gt;on my way to being able to give blood!!&lt;/a&gt; It's seems my target of 3 years to be able to do it might be too long!! Woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still weigh about the same as a fly, but I'm getting there! I always knew that those Sheffield hills would do some good! It's not like I've been eating tonnes, but something has happened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably sound so weird for being excited about putting weight on... but it's so hard for me!! Simon will be proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114449167631589865?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114449167631589865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114449167631589865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114449167631589865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114449167631589865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-has-arrived.html' title='THE Day Has Arrived!!!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114434060363945951</id><published>2006-04-06T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:23:23.683Z</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>I had the most brilliant day yesterday with Zoe and Faye. But, I'm going to keep what we got up to a secret. You'll have to wait until I get home to see the pictures and I'll tell you all about it then. I know you're all going to get impatient and quite upset, but I'm sorry, you'll just have to wait until Saturday... unless I have a sudden urge to blog when I get home tomorrow (bear in mind I'm not going to get home until the middle of the night. I have to fly via Stanstead. That SUCKS.). So, yeah... look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across&lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/02/ally.html"&gt; this old post &lt;/a&gt;today, what a classic! I miss Ally. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114434060363945951?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114434060363945951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114434060363945951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114434060363945951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114434060363945951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing.html' title='AMAZING!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114416707421617063</id><published>2006-04-04T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:11:14.300Z</updated><title type='text'>The debate goes on...</title><content type='html'>I still can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is best? An Australian or an Irish accent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana thinks Australian is better, but I just can't decide on which one should win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114416707421617063?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114416707421617063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114416707421617063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114416707421617063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114416707421617063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/debate-goes-on.html' title='The debate goes on...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114406461145123726</id><published>2006-04-03T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:44:37.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really good weekend! I love spending time with Christiana, and it was really nice to see all my old friends/family (they're like my adopted family...) again. We spent most of the time in Bradford, which since living in Sheffield I've decided it's not as much of a dump as I used to think it was, so that was good! Me and Chris went to the cinema to see V for Vendetta with Josh, Danny and Kev and some other random guy whose name I don't even know. The film was ok. Strange, but ok! Overall it was a great weekend! Here's a few pictures for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/CIMG0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/CIMG1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/CIMG1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/CIMG1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/CIMG1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/CIMG1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/CIMG1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/CIMG1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114406461145123726?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114406461145123726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114406461145123726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114406461145123726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114406461145123726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-really-good-weekend-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114381263718842376</id><published>2006-03-31T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:47:54.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOULDN'T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Christiana in Leeds! I haven't seen her since August! I only just found out that she was at home! Talk about last minute...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to explode! There'll be blood and guts everywhere! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114381263718842376?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114381263718842376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114381263718842376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114381263718842376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114381263718842376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-excited-you-wouldnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114363197129115443</id><published>2006-03-29T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:32:51.486Z</updated><title type='text'>A few things from this year...</title><content type='html'>As my academic year starts to draw to a close, (Yes, that’s right! I only have two more weeks of lectures until next year!!!!!) I thought I would reflect on the year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  It’s ok to slurp gravy from your plate and then lick it completely clean. Your mother is no longer sat opposite you staring at you with an angry and/or disgusted face. No repercussions! Slurp away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Peppers are grrrrreeeeaaatt. I’ve lost count of the number of peppers I’ve eaten this year. Eat them with everything, I do. Red wins first place, green second and third place goes to yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Libraries are the best and most fun place in the world. Don’t believe me??..... well, then that makes you stupid. Who wouldn’t agree with that? Well, you’re either stupid or you don’t have libraries like the ones in Sheffield. Yes, yes, that must be it. The Adsetts… *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Saying ‘Good night’ before you go to bed is perfectly acceptable, even when you’re going to bed at 7.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Band of Brothers is awesome. No contest. With anything. Anywhere. &lt;em&gt;Ever&lt;/em&gt;. It’s the best thing since sliced bread. No, wait. It’s &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; than sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Cooking is fun. But only when you’re cooking for yourself. It’s just stressful when you cook for other people, and that’s when it tends to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Netto = YES! I don’t care what everyone thinks, it’s AMAZING. Yeah, yeah, once you’ve got past the stuff still in boxes and the broken things there are some absolute BARGAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Chocolate is a definite must have, even if you have no money with you. There’s always a way to get money for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  This year has been the fastest year ever since records began. Phew! I swear I was just walking out of college five minutes ago….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  The Friary. The best discovery I’ve made. A proper chippy! Woo hoo! If you’re ever in Sheffield and hungry, go there, it’s just by the bus station and Hallam University, in case you needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  The discovery of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  The re-discovery that I hate tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  ALWAYS keep the front door locked. Always, always. Unless you like being burgled, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114363197129115443?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114363197129115443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114363197129115443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114363197129115443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114363197129115443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/few-things-from-this-year.html' title='A few things from this year...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114354798290445255</id><published>2006-03-28T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:13:03.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm think think think...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said something the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might try and do my placement in Paris. I've looked on the Internet at a few different things that are on offer to get some kind of idea. But I'm not sure. I couldn't really find that many, but maybe I'm just looking on the wrong websites. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. I don't know. It'd be pretty scary! It's not for quite a while yet anyway, so I guess I don't really need to think about it now. Maybe I should start learning some more French now though, just in case. Talking of french... I've got my seminar at 4pm but I've been in uni since 11pm doing business analysis (ZZzzzzzzzzz) with Jess but now she's gone so I have no motivation to do anything else. I just want to go home, but it'd be pointless because then I'd just have to come back in for French later. I don't want to go. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I'm bored. Oh what an exciting life I lead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, when this business analysis is done I have NOTHING else to do other than revise. No more essays, no more stupid business analysis or anything like it. NOTHING! Until my exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other news...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've almost sorted out our house now!! Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye told me THE MOST HILARIOUS STORY EEEVVVVEEEEEEERRRRR about some people that she knows that woke up one morning to find that they'd accidentally put their cat through the dishwasher.... hehehe (yes, yes, I know it's horrible, but it's so funny at the same time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sitting here and working, I think I'm going to go shopping. I can't really do anymore business analysis now, it's too noisy in here. And it's too boring and the voice in my head is saying 'NO NO NO NO NO NONO NONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'. I think that's a good enough reason to stop working. You should always listen to the voices in your head, really, you should. I do it all the time and am much better off for it. (It also explains my crazy personality...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114354798290445255?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114354798290445255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114354798290445255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114354798290445255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114354798290445255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmmm-think-think-think.html' title='Hmmmm think think think...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114329868386055650</id><published>2006-03-25T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:58:03.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Guiiitaaaaarr</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I want to learn the guitar. But my lovely brother has my lovely mummys lovely guitar. It would be lovely if I could get it from him so that I can learn it. T'would be lovely I tell thee, lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say that last sentence in a really posh English accent it sounds better. I'm in quite a strange mood today. It's really hot in here too, I think it's gone to my head. Either that or the coffee I had this morning has sent me insane. (Yes, it's true, I'm STILL liking coffee, it's not just a phase! I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; like it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114329868386055650?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114329868386055650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114329868386055650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114329868386055650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114329868386055650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/guiiitaaaaarr.html' title='Guiiitaaaaarr'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114329838683675811</id><published>2006-03-25T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:53:06.920Z</updated><title type='text'>*choir stands ready to sing...*</title><content type='html'>Haaallelujah! Haaallelujah! Hallelujah, hallelujah, haalleeey-hey hooooo yaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've finally found a house to live in next year!!!!! WOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we all get up and go mad jumping around the room*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114329838683675811?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114329838683675811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114329838683675811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114329838683675811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114329838683675811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/choir-stands-ready-to-sing.html' title='*choir stands ready to sing...*'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114287077384870395</id><published>2006-03-20T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:06:13.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Pun of the Century</title><content type='html'>(We were talking about crazes that school kids go through… at that moment in time we were talking about tamagotchis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1:&lt;/strong&gt; They were so annoying how they used to constantly beep all the time in lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn’t you put them on pause or something? Oh wait, I suppose not, you can’t exactly press pause on a real pet, could you? Like a cat or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you can press paws on a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was one of the only people who heard them say it, and it was hilarious at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… not now….. obviously……. *rolls eyes* I can almost sense the *after a rubbish joke silence* over the Internet. Ah well, I guess you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you know what? I like bad jokes. I even liked the one about ‘that Black Beauty being a right dark horse’ and the one about Moses wearing a wig because half the time he walked around with Aaron and half the time he didn't…. The only unacceptable ‘bad jokes’ are dad jokes. Sorry dad, but you know the saying… if you’ve heard it once you’ve heard it a bazillionkazillion times… even though the actual words that come out of your mouth are different (almost) every time, all I hear is *blah blah blah cringe cringe cringe bad joke bad joke*. It’s the same for dad’s everywhere I think. But with my dad, bless his little (big) cotton socks, I know the bad joke is coming before the words even leave his lips, so I can prepare myself for it. I only ever laugh to stop myself from crying at how appalling they are. Would you like me to buy you a decent joke book for your birthday so that you can learn some new ones? hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114287077384870395?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114287077384870395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114287077384870395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114287077384870395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114287077384870395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/pun-of-century.html' title='Pun of the Century'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114287056570573676</id><published>2006-03-20T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:02:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'>You should be so proud of me! Again!</title><content type='html'>There was the tea ‘thing’ a while ago, and well, this evening I made the next step… It was quite hard for me to do, but, I, I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aside* I feel like I’m in an Alcoholic Anonymous meeting here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DRANK A CUP OF COFFEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. I did it. You happy now?? Huh pal??&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;I’m ashamed to admit this…. but…..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I liked it. It’s nothing to a hot chocolate, don’t get me wrong, but it’s miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles better than a cuppa tea. Tea SUCKS in comparison. I’m not even afraid of having to give up my ‘Englishness’ by saying that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don’t kill me Svenniepookins! *readies herself for a beating* arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114287056570573676?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114287056570573676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114287056570573676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114287056570573676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114287056570573676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-should-be-so-proud-of-me-again.html' title='You should be so proud of me! Again!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114269994425787082</id><published>2006-03-18T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:42:06.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Officially the most amazing and my favourite EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/hillsong%20united%20-%20united%20we%20stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/hillsong%20united%20-%20united%20we%20stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this cd the other day, and just as I thought it would be, it's even better than the last one. United are officially the best thing EVER and I think EVERYONE should go out and buy it, even if you've never heard of them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to buy it? &lt;a href="http://www1.hillsong.com/store/store.cfm?product.detail&amp;Group=Music&amp;amp;sub=%20&amp;amp;product=338"&gt;Go here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114269994425787082?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114269994425787082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114269994425787082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114269994425787082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114269994425787082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/officially-most-amazing-and-my.html' title='Officially the most amazing and my favourite EVER'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114241919775789704</id><published>2006-03-15T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:39:57.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Get a load of this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cat Gives Birth To Mouse Like Kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs4.com/topstories/local_story_072154828.html"&gt;Look at this article and video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's insane! I wouldn't be surprised if it gets eaten by its brothers and sisters though! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114241919775789704?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114241919775789704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114241919775789704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114241919775789704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114241919775789704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-load-of-this.html' title='Get a load of this!!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114227524985544829</id><published>2006-03-13T18:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:40:50.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Argh! Stupid stupid stupid!</title><content type='html'>WHY do people KEEP sending those STUPID emails around saying that msn is either going to start charging or close down or make your account stop if you don't send it to everyone on your contacts list and their mothers? WHY? It's SO rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAME messages have been going round for YEARS and I've recieved it a MILLION times and not one of them has EVER been appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want me to prove to you that the whole thing is a STUPID PILE OF COMPLETE AND UTTER RUBBISH? Ok then, I will. You asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it were true, the hotmail staff would tell you themselves, not rely on people's IDIOT forwards to get the message around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The BBC. Hmmmm, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm"&gt;yes the ones with the link to this did appear quite convincing&lt;/a&gt;, IF YOU'RE A CHIMPANZEE WITH A BRAIN THE SIZE OF A PEA! Is there not something a little odd about this page when you look at it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says 'fees could be introduced within 12 months'. Oh dear... NOT. They expect us to 'pay about £60 a year for extra services'... oh dear... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the top of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm"&gt;DO IT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the date of the article and then say it outloud to yourself 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling slightly confused? If you are, then well done. If not, then you're MORE stupid than a chimpanzee with a brain the size of a pea. It's now 2006, not 2001, that was 5 years ago. I've been using hotmail, msn etc all that time for FREE. So, if it WAS true, I owe the nice people at msn more than £250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting this now? Are you seeing that you're just being irritating by forwarding that email sixty-three times to the same people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and another thing to add from the BBC.... I  saw a lovely article on the website entitled 'Thousands fall for Hotmail prank'. Awww are you included in those 'thousands'. Feeling a little silly and sorry for yourself now, are we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. SO YOU SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... so it would appear that the old article is what they thought MIGHT happen after the dot.com crash. Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh..... that's clears it up. Makes perfect sense to me now!! (sarcasm intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh yes, there's MORE. According to most of these emails going around, you're account will close unless you confirm that you're using it by sending the email on. I haven't even done it once. NOT  ONCE. And guess what?! Surprise, surprise, my email account is still active! Wahey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, children, what's the moral of this story? Hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T FORWARD THOSE STUPID EMAILS ABOUT HOTMAIL CLOSING OR CHARGING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Rant over. I can go home and have tea now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114227524985544829?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114227524985544829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114227524985544829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114227524985544829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114227524985544829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh-stupid-stupid-stupid_13.html' title='Argh! Stupid stupid stupid!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114226169420071874</id><published>2006-03-13T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:54:54.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Very gut Veekend, ja!</title><content type='html'>I had a nice weekend with my middle big sister, Sarah, in Leeds and I bought two new pairs of shoes which made it even better.  I'm now bleeding because of them, but meh, it's worth it, they look nice! I'll get used to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come back to Sheffield early though to go to Zoe and Carrie's house for lunch, it was really nice, but it was snowing and was FREEZING so I was pretty miserable everytime I had to step outside. Managed to get myself a lift to their house though (oooh yeeaaah!) other wise I would have had to spend probably an extra hour sulking, walking around in the snow with wet feet, cold hands and and a runny nose.  The rest of the day was great though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114226169420071874?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114226169420071874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114226169420071874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114226169420071874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114226169420071874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-gut-veekend-ja.html' title='Very gut Veekend, ja!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114183173091753548</id><published>2006-03-08T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:28:54.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Leeds this weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'm going to the wonderful city of Leeds to stay with my big sister Sarah. Ooh! Fun fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114183173091753548?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114183173091753548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114183173091753548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114183173091753548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114183173091753548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/leeds-this-weekend.html' title='Leeds this weekend!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114165981351719030</id><published>2006-03-06T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:43:33.706Z</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend... spoiled by the monday morning...</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice weekend. I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.sheffieldsteelers.co.uk"&gt;Sheffield Steelers &lt;/a&gt;vs Nottingham Panthers with Faye, Michelle and hwe boyfriend Adam and it was really good fun. I'd never seen an ice hockey game before and it was really exciting, I'd definitely go again. There weren't as many fights as I would have liked, but then there were two injuries which made up for it a bit I suppose... hehe. It was a 1-1 draw which was a bit disappointing, but they played again the next day in Nottingham and we won that one!! whoop whoop! I'm going to get the pictures that I took from Faye and hopefully I can put them on here tomorrow. And I've now decided that if I ever go to Canada, I'm going to watch an ice hockey match there. It's probably really inaccurate, but my vision of how it is there is that the crowd will be completely insane and there'll be fights every couple of minutes involving the whole of both teams each time with numerous gruesome injuries... I hope it is really like that and not just in my imagination. That's how it is in films anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/sheffield%20steelers%20logo.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I found out today that the contract for my house for next year has been cancelled so now I have nowhere to live. The thing that makes it even worse is that they took the deposit money out of our accounts last week, before they'd even signed the contract, bit fishy or what? I better get my £275 back or there'll be trouble... You'll definitely be hearing more on this suject after I've been to see the landlord tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114165981351719030?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114165981351719030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114165981351719030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114165981351719030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114165981351719030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-weekend-spoiled-by-monday.html' title='A great weekend... spoiled by the monday morning...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114130115636926640</id><published>2006-03-02T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:05:56.413Z</updated><title type='text'>What do I do?</title><content type='html'>I need to make my module choices for next year. In my fourth year I have to pick a package of modules, and I'm deciding between the human resources one and the international business ones (the modules I pick for my 2nd year determine what I can do in my last year and so on into the rest of my life...) and I can't decide which route to go down. I have a week to decide, but I'm stuck!! Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or International Business....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114130115636926640?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114130115636926640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114130115636926640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114130115636926640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114130115636926640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do?'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114121023892714379</id><published>2006-03-01T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:50:38.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Flower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rvds-photo.blogspot.com/2005/08/orange.html#links"&gt;this photo&lt;/a&gt; is so nice that Jess says tha she's going to paint it for me. Well done Ruan, I hink it's lovely. I wish I was into photography...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114121023892714379?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114121023892714379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114121023892714379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114121023892714379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114121023892714379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/pretty-flower.html' title='Pretty Flower!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114120964648820187</id><published>2006-03-01T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:40:46.516Z</updated><title type='text'>tiiiiiiired</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired. My next door neighbours had a massive party last night, it would have been nice to have a bit more sleeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun pancake party last night though and the band and pub quiz at FOB cafe on monday was also good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this computer is so annoying, the 't' key isn't working so everytime I want to write one I have to right click and paste on in from 'hotmail' that I copied from the msn website. It's taken me a really long time to write this post, read it again and you'll realise how many times I've had to paste a 't'.   I can' be bohered o do i now, you'll jus have o work ou wha i'm saying wihou hem in he senences. haha his could be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I oher news....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree wih &lt;a href="www.shoeism.blogspot.com"&gt;herese&lt;/a&gt; ha i is very cold. Bu, I hink i migh be slighly colder where she's from, bu i doens' sop he menal bale aking place in my mind abou how freezing i am. Acually i me a girl from canada a couple of weeks ago and while i was here wih a coa, scarf and gloves, she was wearing flip flops because she hough i was really warm!! Shows how paheic we english are when i comes o he weaher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gold sar for anyone ha can ranslae ha hehehe... oe even read he las senence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now even i've forgoen wha i says!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114120964648820187?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114120964648820187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114120964648820187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114120964648820187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114120964648820187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiiiiiiired.html' title='tiiiiiiired'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114069801437826627</id><published>2006-02-23T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:33:34.380Z</updated><title type='text'>I did it! Can you believe it?!</title><content type='html'>I reached into the cupboard, and pulled out two objects from the top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelled the first before replacing it back down on the table, and then lifted up the second and took a long breath in through my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelled them again, pulling a ‘&lt;em&gt;should I, shouldn’t I?’&lt;/em&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into another cupboard I went… but there was nothing there, so I washed a mug that was sitting by the sink, flicked a switch, and stood there, nervously, waiting for my brain to make up its mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing for it. Eeny-meeny-miny-mo. The choice was made. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. If only I’d been to the shop on the way home, I would never have had to put myself through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Click’&lt;/em&gt;. It was ready......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to feel slightly glad about the choice I’d made. I’d decided that smelling the first item had given me a headache so the second must be the right one for me. Maybe I breathed in too deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the fridge and pulled out my housemate’s milk, remembering that the only reason I was doing this to myself was because mine had gone off so I couldn’t make hot chocolate. How stupid of me. Oh well, it’s too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured in the water, almost trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d done it&lt;/em&gt;. But there was only one thing left to do. I had to &lt;em&gt;drink&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;Drink what?’&lt;/em&gt; you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m drinking a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s got 2 spoonfuls of sugar in it, but it’s still tea. I can hardly believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but it is. It &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; is. My brother will be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to his opinions, his youngest sister reached real ‘maturity’ at 15.17 on Wednesday 22nd February 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can actually justify calling myself ‘English’ now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done it. I’m a proper grown up. I drank a cup of tea. What an achievement!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think I like it…       maybe with a couple more sugars……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no. I still think it's gross. Oh well, you can't say I didn't try. Maybe I'll have to go for the coffee next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114069801437826627?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114069801437826627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114069801437826627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114069801437826627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114069801437826627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-did-it-can-you-believe-it.html' title='I did it! Can you believe it?!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114069780800617341</id><published>2006-02-23T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:30:08.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Some crackers for ya</title><content type='html'>Thought you might like me to share some of the comedy genius from the back of some of my penguin wrappers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who is the leader of the Hankies?&lt;br /&gt;A. The Hankie Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is unique about the word ‘dreamt’?&lt;br /&gt;A. It’s the only word in the English language that ends with ‘mt’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the sand blush?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because the sea weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did the elephant bring toilet paper to the party?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because he’s a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you're all rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter now, aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114069780800617341?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114069780800617341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114069780800617341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114069780800617341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114069780800617341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-crackers-for-ya.html' title='Some crackers for ya'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-114052970692518722</id><published>2006-02-21T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:50:10.540Z</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've just had a really great weekend, but I think I'm going to wait until I've got some pictures from it before I tell you all about it. While you're waiting for the exciting tale, I'll leave a few hinters as to what it involved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- playing childish games until 4 in the morning (including our very own version of 'Deal, or No Deal', chinese charades, signs and mafia)&lt;br /&gt;- Deepest, darkest Buckinghamshire&lt;br /&gt;- nearly breaking my face (it reeeeaaaaaalllllly huuuurrts!)&lt;br /&gt;- 'Mr Darcy!'&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping bag races&lt;br /&gt;- Staying in a private prep school&lt;br /&gt;- getting lost down country roads in the middle of nowhere and having to stop and ask for directions in one of those 'local' pubs, where everyone turns around and stares when you walk in&lt;br /&gt;- about 30 different yummy cakes&lt;br /&gt;- 'Food Tech' with Miss Harmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh twas a lot of fun. And only cost me £15 for the whole weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-114052970692518722?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/114052970692518722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=114052970692518722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114052970692518722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/114052970692518722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113999956326926583</id><published>2006-02-15T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:32:43.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Young Homer Simpson Lookalike</title><content type='html'>We decided (Michael noticed it first and gets all the praise and honour for it) that Hughz looks like Homer Simpson when he was young. He's going through one of those phases where he hasn't cut his hair for ages, so he doesn't normally look like him, but he does at the moment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/young%20homer%20simpson.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/homer-hughz.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113999956326926583?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113999956326926583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113999956326926583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113999956326926583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113999956326926583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/young-homer-simpson-lookalike.html' title='Young Homer Simpson Lookalike'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113992316175634606</id><published>2006-02-14T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:19:21.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Watch this film, it's the best thing EVER!</title><content type='html'>I must admit, when I saw the adverts I thought that it looked a bit pants. But I watched the new Peter Pan film for the first time this weeked and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! Peter Pan was the only Disney film that I never really liked, but this new Peter Pan film is amazing! Go &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0316396/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see who is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/peter_pan_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole world should go and watch it NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/peter%20pan%20and%20wendy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113992316175634606?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113992316175634606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113992316175634606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113992316175634606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113992316175634606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/watch-this-film-its-best-thing-ever.html' title='Watch this film, it&apos;s the best thing EVER!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113985416161153276</id><published>2006-02-13T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:09:21.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Errrr....</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, me and my friends &lt;strike&gt;ate a whole strawberry cheese cake, a chocolate cake, a carrot cake, jelly and apple dipped in chocolate sauce after eating a meal of bolognaise, (of which I had second helpings)&lt;/strike&gt; weren’t in the slight bit greedy or piggyish about anything. *Ahem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113985416161153276?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113985416161153276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113985416161153276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113985416161153276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113985416161153276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/errrr.html' title='Errrr....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113985408844044883</id><published>2006-02-13T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:08:08.580Z</updated><title type='text'>It’s all the little things</title><content type='html'>When I’m walking around, or doing whatever, I always think of things to put on my blog, but when it actually comes to posting, I’ve either forgotten them or just don’t have something else that’s better to say. But it’s all those little things that make my life that little bit more interesting or exciting.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like the time when that really strange man was lying on the path up the hill from the tram tracks shouting things. Not shouting at anyone in particular, but just, well, shouting. And I think he’d taken his trousers off too, which is quite strange. That was one of those times where you think to yourself ‘Just keep walking, just keep on walking…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like when I walk home at a certain time of the day, and the people that work at the Ford car dealers at the bottom of Granville Road are letting go of the balloons that they’d attached to some of the cars for sale earlier on in the day. There’s nothing better than seeing different coloured of balloons floating off into the evening sky while you’re strolling home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like that drunk pikey guy by the station the other day that was peeing on the path (we went up a different path because we didn’t fancy getting bottled by him!) but a Japanese girl was coming down that part of the hill already so she had to pass by him. When she got to the bottom she ran across the tram tracks into the train station, but he ran after her, wine bottle still in hand. We were too far away by that time to do anything about it, so we just had to hope that she was ok by the time she got into the busy station properly. It wasn’t nice. I’d have run a mile without stopping if that guy was following behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like how I always feel like I’m the Railway Children or the Secret Garden every time I walk down Norfolk Road, with all the old houses and the ivy growing on the wall on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like the guy with the crazy hair that lives on the same road that collects really old cars. Every time you go past there’s a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like that massive house that’s all boarded up. There are even chains on the gates and a sign on the side of the house that’s been nailed up, and I really want to know what it says, but it’s too far back from the road to be able to read it. Think old Victorian mansion, Famous Five adventures and a horror story with skeletons under the floorboards and I think you’ll have it pictured just about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like when we were walking through town and someone fell down some steps about 10m in front of us. They didn’t get up, and when we got closer we realised it was a really little old lady and she had banged her head quite badly. She wasn’t saying anything, but was just kind of squirming her legs around like she was in pain, if you know what I mean. There were already some people crowding round to help her, so we didn’t stay but I kept thinking about her the rest of the day. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like the ants that were on our kitchen table. I didn’t realise it, but apparently they reeeeeaaally like Malibu, which unfortunately had been spilt all over one corner off it and also down the wall some time around New Years. No one had cleaned it at the time, so even though the table had been wiped recently there was still some stuck right on it, practically inviting the ants to come and have dinner with us. Of course, it was me who ended up having to scrub the table clean. I don’t even know whose the Malibu is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like when we went to the play park in the middle of the night. Now that is the definition of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like the time when me and Faye were invited to this ‘new’ church at Norfolk Park, only to find that everyone there was African apart from one girl that played the piano and they were all shouting ‘AMEN’ over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastor:&lt;/strong&gt; ‘I still can’t hear you!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else (minus me and Faye):&lt;/strong&gt; ‘Amen!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastor:&lt;/strong&gt; ‘Louder! I still can’t hear you!’ Amen!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else:&lt;/strong&gt; ‘AMEN!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*continues into shouting match between the pastor and the congregation, getting louder every time until the pastor was satisfied*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we felt out of place. Then they terrified us by asking for our addresses because Faye had said that she could also play the piano a little bit and I (accidentally) let out that I can play the violin – they’d been searching for new musicians because that one girl on the piano was the only person in the whole place that could play anything, and she needed a break. One sure way of scaring new people is by saying, after them only being there for 5 minutes is ‘You’re the answer to all our prayers!! You’ll have to come back next week and then you can do all the music for us!’ Err… no thank you. They didn’t even quite get the point that a) I am severely out of practice on the violin b) it’s in GERMANY i.e. hundreds and hundreds of miles away c) my mum is using it because she’s starting to learn and d) I said NO, oh and of course there’s always the fact that I wasn’t ever intending going there ever again. Not being mean or anything, they were very nice and welcoming, but they should have stopped after introducing themselves. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……. Like how I think it’s cool that I’m reading a book by Joanne Harris, when my middle and last name is Joanne Harris (I didn’t pick it because of that, don’t worry). No one else think that’s cool? Ok then, just me. That’s fine. I might still tell you about it when I’m finished if it’s a good one. Actually, I’d quite like to know if she’s related. She is from Barnsley after all. Does anyone know?? Actually, I guess if she is, it’ll be quite distantly, so no one will know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113985408844044883?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113985408844044883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113985408844044883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113985408844044883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113985408844044883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-all-little-things.html' title='It’s all the little things'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113949002493987822</id><published>2006-02-09T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:13:21.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Flodge</title><content type='html'>Flodge aka Falkland Lodge, aka my home from 2003-2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined. Ruined forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at some pictures of someone whi was in the year below me at college and there are loads of people in my house, My Flodge, that I don't recognise. So I left her a message that simply said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLODGE IS MINE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get those weirdos out!! Grrrr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are far too many people in your pictures that I don't recognise. I think I need to come down and show them what 'being a flodger' really is, because, honestly, I rocked at it. hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I should go down there and sort them all out. Because I wasn't exaggerating, I, along with Jade, Jess, Alex, Hughz, Johnny, Amy, Ally, Michael, and the guys in the year above me, &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; Flodge. We were awesome. These newbies will have to go a long way to prove themselves worthy of the title 'Flodger', and the only reports that I've heard about them so far haven't been great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm when can I go to Winchester...??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've got the weekends of nearly the whole of the next month booked up, but I want to go before soonish. Obviously the main part of my visit will be to see &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/gemski"&gt;Gemski&lt;/a&gt;, but I want to visit Flodge too, just to see what it's like now and to see people like Belinda, Normpi, Jon etc. It's really expensive to go down there too. Hmmmm. I'll just have to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113949002493987822?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113949002493987822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113949002493987822' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113949002493987822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113949002493987822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/flodge.html' title='Flodge'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113948791275975312</id><published>2006-02-09T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:25:12.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear....</title><content type='html'>I got sent an email which had one of those list things in it, where you had to go to google and type in your name and then 'needs' adn then add your name to the list with what it says about you and then you send it on. Obviously those things are really annoying when everyone does it and you end up with the same email 1000 times, just with a different name on the bottom. Anyway, mine said...&lt;br /&gt;(all these were listed on one website!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky needs more friends because she's so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs a wardrobe upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;Becky Needs Our Help&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs to turn her life around&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs more people like you on her side&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs a texas scout show&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs to be rougher and uglier&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs music and ministry as much as anyone else—well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs all dues ($15) as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs no introduction&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs a change of scenery&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs to be with her family right now so we're postponing dinner till another day&lt;br /&gt;Becky needs her coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113948791275975312?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113948791275975312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113948791275975312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113948791275975312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113948791275975312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113940005377712814</id><published>2006-02-08T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:00:53.840Z</updated><title type='text'>The secret is coming out!</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday I have French from 4-6pm. We’ve had a couple of extra weeks off after Christmas because some people had exams but now we’ve had time off it’s actually light when we go, which is a nice change. There was hardly anyone there today, but we waited a bit to see if anyone else was coming anyway. I stood looking out at the window for a bit and then turned round and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Ooh! You can see my house from here!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My French teacher, as she comes wandering over to the window and peers out:&lt;em&gt; ‘Oh really? Where is it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pointed out of the window and said &lt;em&gt;‘You see those two hills? My house is between those two hills and, wait! Err…. Yeh, its, err, umm, up there.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know why I suddenly stopped myself from talking, then you’re obviously not a devout Narnia fan, like me, or Faye. I realised that I was actually quoting from the BBC Narnia without even realising it. And Johnny did call me an ice queen today too (he was joking, thankfully, I’m NOT really an ice queen or anything near it) but there does seem to be some sort of recurring theme here…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113940005377712814?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113940005377712814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113940005377712814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113940005377712814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113940005377712814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/secret-is-coming-out.html' title='The secret is coming out!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113939791975610225</id><published>2006-02-08T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:25:19.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know it's still Febrary, but the Daffodils are starting to grow in the Cholera Monument park which I walk past on my way home, so I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/daffodil-flower-05a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113939791975610225?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113939791975610225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113939791975610225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113939791975610225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113939791975610225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113932773499750609</id><published>2006-02-07T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:57:01.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Please someone, shoot me now!</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm starting to wish that people would just LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're think of asking me something, DON'T BOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like all the other questions I've been asked by different people that are exactly the same. You're all the same, the whole lot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to say... don't even think about asking me stupid questions when the answer is obviously and will ALWAYS be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission will only be granted for you to talk to me if I feel like it and if you're going to be nice and in no way stupid/annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how many times can I be asked the same question in one day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear World,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please swallow me up. You can spit me back out when I'm ready for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113932773499750609?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113932773499750609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113932773499750609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113932773499750609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113932773499750609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/please-someone-shoot-me-now.html' title='Please someone, shoot me now!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113923686279928588</id><published>2006-02-06T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:41:02.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Musique</title><content type='html'>I have almost 112 hours of music on Philip (my computer, yes, yes I named him. Yes yes, it is a ‘he’, I’m sad, so shoot me…). But 90% of it is part of ‘Every single number 1 since 1954”aka a load of rubbish, (apart from a few gems that I’ve found, mainly from 1963 and the surrounding years and also so classics like take that and boy zone (woot woot!))…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, even with all that music on my computer I’ve got bored of nearly everything else that is on there so I’ve stolen all of my housemate Danny’s music and am now putting them all onto my computer. I would count how many cds there are, but even if I had 17 hands and 3 feet I still wouldn’t have enough fingers and toes to count them all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I find getting new music so exciting, but I do, that’s just me and my sad little ‘beaky world’ that very few people have been able to fully understand (I'm sure many have died trying. It's &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;weird in my head, seriously.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to spend the whole of my life only doing one thing, I would choose listening to music, because you can never get bored of it. Sure, I’d starve to death pretty quickly, but to be honest, I’d still rather sit and listen to music all the time that eat constantly, because you’d probably still die – I reckon I’d eat myself to death pretty soon! Anyhoo…. I have one more point to make…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Queen I’d make it law that musicians (and also people who think they’re musicians because they make ‘music’ but actually they’re not proper musicians because I’m better at singing their songs and playing their instruments than they are i.e. they suck more than vacuum cleaners do) should put all of the song titles actually on their cds, not just on the box or in the booklet with it because it would make my life sooooo much easier. I’m being completely selfish, of course, but if I was Queen, I really wouldn’t give a monkey’s bum about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; press the ‘clear’ button on your playlist when you mean to click ‘sort’. AARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH NOW I HAVE TO MAKE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!! Do you realise how long it’s going to take me to sort through all those stupid number 1s??? There were about 700 songs on that! It went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;GASP&lt;/em&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Undo!” &lt;em&gt;*searches around the screen for an undo button knowing that I’m not going to find one, but still hoping anyway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Undo. Undo. Undo! Undo undo undo undo undo UNDOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! ARRGGGHHHHH”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Slams head down on desk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe I just did that”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Idiot”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, I talk to myself quite often. Well every time I do something ridiculous, so I guess you could call that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113923686279928588?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113923686279928588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113923686279928588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113923686279928588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113923686279928588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/musique.html' title='Musique'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113897669602441708</id><published>2006-02-03T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:24:56.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Lack of inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'm lacking inspiration for posting at the moment, and I'm spending so much time on computers that I'm really bored of them. Once I've done all the other things I need to do on the Internet when I go online I'm fed up and can't be bothered to post. I think what I'll do is write them on my computer at home when I get the urge and then bring the posts to uni to use the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if you were expecting something exciting from me, you'll just have to wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113897669602441708?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113897669602441708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113897669602441708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113897669602441708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113897669602441708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/lack-of-inspiration.html' title='Lack of inspiration'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113889028596220068</id><published>2006-02-02T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:24:46.036Z</updated><title type='text'>New Discovery</title><content type='html'>The Yellow Pages is strangly a rather interesting book! Never would have thought that before I saw it yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113889028596220068?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113889028596220068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113889028596220068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113889028596220068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113889028596220068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-discovery.html' title='New Discovery'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113880576568326298</id><published>2006-02-01T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:59:43.830Z</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for nearly a week. I was planning on doing something interesting today, but I just wrote the most massive email ever to Christiana that I've decided that I'm just going to get some information for my work quickly and then say goodbye to the Internet for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snapshot of what I've been doing since I last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate fondue (ate so much chocolate that I felt sick!)&lt;br /&gt;- Signed the contract for my house next year - ooh that reminds me, I need to ask dad about insurance...&lt;br /&gt;- Hausaufgaben&lt;br /&gt;- My college friends came up for the weekend and as usual we were very silly and had lots of fun...&lt;br /&gt;- went on a 'middle of the night' search for food with Michael&lt;br /&gt;- got beaten up (everytime I see these guys I go home with bruises. The worst one is across my leg where I got picked up and thrown into the bed/onto a pile of people.... don't ask....)&lt;br /&gt;- watched band of brothers (again!!!) It's brilliant, so seriously, you should watch it a thousand times yourself!&lt;br /&gt;- Struggled to read more of my book, I just can't get into this one, I'm considering scrapping it and getting a new one.&lt;br /&gt;- Eaten Country French Chicken Tonight (highlight of my week, obviously) mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;- discovered some interesting birthdays... Sarah's is on the 6th August, Becca's is onthe 7th Auguest, and mine is on 8th August, which is really exciting. Even thought they're in the summer, I'm determined that Crofty will make us all a massive cake! I don't want to miss out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I think! Laters.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113880576568326298?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113880576568326298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113880576568326298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113880576568326298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113880576568326298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113828162051905510</id><published>2006-01-26T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:02:01.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Guess who I saw?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this yesterday, but I didn't post it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after I’d finished on the computer yesterday, I met Faye and Joel for a little passing chat. Joel headed off for an exam, Faye went home and I walked into town because I needed to go to the library and do some shopping. The way I normally walk was blocked off. I didn’t really think anything of it; they must have been doing something to the path, or digging up pipes or whatever those city council people get up to. It didn’t matter anyway, all I had to do was walk along a tiny bit to use the steps. When I got up there, there was quite a big crowd and loads of police (they were the ones that had blocked off the path) and stuff, which was quite exciting by itself. I walked straight on, towards the crowd, because where I was going was on the other side of it. I got pas the crowd and was content with thinking that it was all a bit random, but I wasn’t bothered about what was going on. But, before I had properly moved away from the crowd loads of people started shouting things and taking pictures, so obviously curiosity got me, so I turned around and Prince Charles was standing about 3 metres away from me!! Half of you are probably thinking that it’s rubbish, but I’ve never seen a famous person before, never mind a royal! By this time I was a little bit stuck in the crowd so I thought I might as well take a picture on my mobile, because I have a feeling that when I see everyone on Thursday they’ll be expecting some evidence. The camera on my phone isn’t that great though, and I don’t know how to get the pictures off it, so I can’t show you the ones that I took myself, you’ll just have to imagine the scene yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t get that excited about seeing a Prince. I suppose getting excited about seeing &lt;a href="http://prince.fan-tastik.net/5050.php"&gt;Prince Eric or Prince Charming&lt;/a&gt; is ok (if only they were real!), but perhaps not Prince Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! What am I on about?! I still think it was great anyway! The nearest I’ve been to something interesting concerning the Royal family other than this was that I was at Buckingham Palace that day that the ‘Fathers For Justice’ guy dressed up as Batman and climbed up the side of it. Even then, I didn’t actually get to see it happen. I had literally &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; left the place. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other news…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel completely full after eating a whole plate full of Chicken and Vegetable pie with potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower and carrots all smothered in gravy, but for some reason today I ate all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slurped all the gravy off the plate. (Yes, yes, you did see that right. I literally sucked off all the gravy from the plate because it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good. And of course it went all over my chin, I’m proud of that fact too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had 2 yoghurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whole plate full of crackers (Jacobs, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only be a good thing, right? I must be on my way to being heavy enough to give blood! Surely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113828162051905510?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113828162051905510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113828162051905510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113828162051905510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113828162051905510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-who-i-saw.html' title='Guess who I saw?!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113811687944146302</id><published>2006-01-24T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:34:39.553Z</updated><title type='text'>I can't resist....</title><content type='html'>I saw this picture on &lt;a href="www.rvdsdesign.blogspot.com"&gt;Ruans&lt;/a&gt; blog. It's so cute I couldn't resist putting it on here and showing you all how great this little baby rabbit is! I seriously want one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/baby%20rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; predictable. This really is typical of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113811687944146302?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113811687944146302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113811687944146302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113811687944146302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113811687944146302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-resist.html' title='I can&apos;t resist....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113768381314311320</id><published>2006-01-19T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:19:07.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Would you believe me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/normal_woodssun1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/normal_woodssun1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... if I said that I lived here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at my brothers photos and came across these which he took while on a walk near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMAG0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/IMAG0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/IMAG0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/normal_1239479_61e2e5e06b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/normal_Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/1239429_3fb631539e_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/1239429_3fb631539e_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/normal_IMAG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/normal_IMAG0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113768381314311320?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113768381314311320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113768381314311320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113768381314311320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113768381314311320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/would-you-believe-me.html' title='Would you believe me...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113742706108816996</id><published>2006-01-16T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:57:46.060Z</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveller's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/0099464462.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/0099464462.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only joining the library on Friday afternoon, I have already managed to read the whole of The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It's one &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; book. I'm quite proud of myself. I took it back to the library today, and seeing as I couldn't find the other books that I wanted, I decided to get Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Anyway... as for The Time Traveller's Wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can describe it as being 'quite good', not good enough to fit into my favourites list, but then it wasn't bad either. The actual storyline is very basic - a tale of 2 people and their love story, with some sad parts in it, obviously. The only reason why it's made interesting is the fact that Clare, the wife, met Henry, the husband, when she was 6 and he was 36 or something like that. And they were married when she was something like 22 and he was 28. Confused? You should be. It sounded so weird and rubbish before I read it, but it does make total sense when you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a score of:&lt;br /&gt;10 out of 10 for originality (I've never heard of a story like that before)&lt;br /&gt;7 3/4 out of 10 overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh, I could do reviews of all the books I read! I'd look so sophisticated!! haha. Well, perhaps not. Anyhoo, time to go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113742706108816996?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113742706108816996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113742706108816996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113742706108816996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113742706108816996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-travellers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveller&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113742299981982719</id><published>2006-01-16T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:49:59.873Z</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't normally.... but....</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't normally even read these things, let alone put them on my blog... but it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; actually quite freaky, assuming all the information was completely right, so you can see it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the 11th state.&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now &gt;&gt;known. 9 +1+ 1 = 11&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 +1 + 1 + 2 + 4 &gt;&gt;=11.&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things get totally eerie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars &amp; Stripes, is the Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book: "For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace." That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still &gt;&gt;uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Microsoft Word and do the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 NY.&lt;br /&gt;3. Change the font size to 48.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think now?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It's probably all rubbish and made up by someone with too much time on their hands, but nevermind. It's not like anyone is actually gonna work out which day of the year september the 11th was, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113742299981982719?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113742299981982719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113742299981982719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113742299981982719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113742299981982719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wouldnt-normally-but.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t normally.... but....'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113715149528067036</id><published>2006-01-13T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:24:55.280Z</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm a geek because...</title><content type='html'>….. I like Classic Fm. It makes me want to be a ballerina even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…... I think Libera are the greatest thing ever. Don’t know what they are? Then you’re either not geeky enough or failing that, not English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…… I’m proud of my friends that love X Men and that they go out and get the comics and share them with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…… I like computer games. The Sims has probably been my all time favourite, even though I’m now completely bored of it, with Sim City in 2nd place. I also like watching my brother play counter strike and games like that. I only like to watch those ones because I know I’d be rubbish if I actually played it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…… When I’m watching TV, which isn’t actually that often, I flick to Discovery Animal Planet before MTV. Actually, I think I’d watch Nick Junior before MTV. Shows how childish I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…… I have the Prince of Egypt Soundtrack. And I’ve put it into my computer. And I listen to it. And I know all the words.&lt;br /&gt; ……I watched the full, BBC version of Pride and Prejudice no less that 6 times last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113715149528067036?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113715149528067036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113715149528067036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113715149528067036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113715149528067036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-im-geek-because.html' title='I know I&apos;m a geek because...'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113715146305979214</id><published>2006-01-13T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:24:23.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to do, but in most cases can't list</title><content type='html'>Have Ballet lessons. I still 8 years old inside, I want to be a ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Salsa lessons. Looks like so much fun! And it would make me fit too. I can’t be doing with this ‘gym’ and ‘running’ business that everyone else is into, what’s with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go horse riding. I used to do it a lot when I was younger, but the stables that my school used when I came to England was really rubbish and all the ponies were evil, so I stopped. I wish we could have just gone somewhere else. But, alas, I wasn’t the one which got to make the decisions unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to New Zealand. Someone’s French presentation today was about New Zealand, and even though the presentation wasn’t very thrilling, I still spent the whole time thinking, ‘yep, I’m gonna go there’, but I can’t afford it, especially if I do this. (I haven’t actually told you what it is yet, but I will do soon). Maybe I could take mum on holiday. She’d have to chip in with the payment area of the holiday, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an extensive list of amazing books that I’ve read, so that when something pops up in conversation, I’ll be able to say that I’ve read it. I admire people that like to read. Even though my list isn’t that impressive at the moment, I do love reading. It’s nice to have a break from reality every once in a while. But there isn’t a fiction section in our library, so I think I might make next week’s mission to join the library in town and see what they’ve got to offer. One problem though. It takes usually takes me absolutely ages to find a book that I want to read. I have to know it’s going to be awesome before I read it. Take the ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy for example (to all you none readers, it’s northern lights etc etc). I only read that because Shaun read it. Then Ben read it. And then Jess read it, and they all thought it was great, so I knew I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be better at the violin. I quit lessons when I was about 14 and didn’t play it for years because I was still in the ‘I hate it’ stage. But since my mum has started learning it’s been out of it’s hiding place, and I’ve actually played it. I want to get better at it. I’m also dying to find out where my old grade 4 pieces have disappeared to. Anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good at French. Yes, I have been learning it since I was 11, but for some reason I’m rubbish. I’ve forgotten everything since I did my A Level exam. I’m determined to actually feel like I’ve improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there’ll be more to add to this. Just you wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113715146305979214?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113715146305979214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113715146305979214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113715146305979214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113715146305979214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-want-to-do-but-in-most-cases.html' title='Things I want to do, but in most cases can&apos;t list'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113698729019917153</id><published>2006-01-11T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:48:58.770Z</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>Well, actually, yes, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst continuing to make my life more exciting and to be more spontaneous, in town this morning bewtween lectures, me and Jess decided that we'd give blood. Neither of us had done it before so we thought it would be a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't allowed. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I got my ears pierced in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been out of the UK in the last 4 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Because I have some horrible, infectious, minging disease that I didn't know I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because I don't weigh enough. I'm gutted. I can't be a good person and give some needy person my blood because I'm not fat enough. Someone could die because they wont get my blood! Can you believe it? So now I'm not only too thin, I'm also a murderer. It's ridiculous, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that's come of this is that I've set myself a new mission. To either a) grow a few more inches b) get fat c) get some muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll choose a mixture between b and c. I'm going to make my diet the most awesome thing ever and I'm going to do some excercise to get a bit of muscle, because to be honest, the muscle I have at the moment is capable of moving my bones around, and nothing else. In other words, I'm a weakling, and also quite unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be a body builder or anything and go on a constan chocolate eating binge, so don't panic, but I'm determined to be heavy enough to give by the time I leave uni. That's 3 1/2 years away, I know, but I've hardly changed weight in the last 2 years, so I think I've got a chance if I set my target to 3 1/2 years. I think I need to gain about 12 lbs. Is that possible for me though? Because I'm the most rubbish weight gainer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't really be complaining about this, because most people struggle to get rid of weight, nevermind gain it. But it's just as hard for me to gain it as it is for others to lose it. I'm not really that bothered that I'm naturally really thin, I just want to be able to give blood, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratualtions to Jess though, she managed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tommorrow, I'm joining the library! Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113698729019917153?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113698729019917153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113698729019917153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113698729019917153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113698729019917153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113690700774593849</id><published>2006-01-10T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:30:07.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Right.</title><content type='html'>I want to read a book, but I don't know what to pick. I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0753819317/203-4292215-4893508"&gt;The shadow of the Wind&lt;/a&gt; by Carlos Ruiz Zafon over the holiday which was good, but now I want something else. Does anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a french presentation this evening. The seminar starts at 4pm, but because there are so many people to get through i probably wont end up leaving until about 7pm. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows a good driving school in Sheffield please feel free to leave a comment about it. Yes, that's right people, I think I might actually be getting round to learning to drive!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113690700774593849?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113690700774593849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113690700774593849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113690700774593849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113690700774593849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/right.html' title='Right.'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113681095284578178</id><published>2006-01-09T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:49:12.846Z</updated><title type='text'>My Life Expectancy</title><content type='html'>According to the BBC, &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/apps/ifl/health/quizengine/health_calculator/quizengine/"&gt;my life expectancy &lt;/a&gt;is 86.4 years. I'm quite pleased with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/health/interactive_area/calculators_lifeexpectancy1.shtml"&gt;Want to know yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113681095284578178?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113681095284578178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113681095284578178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113681095284578178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113681095284578178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life-expectancy.html' title='My Life Expectancy'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113681019431934078</id><published>2006-01-09T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:36:40.703Z</updated><title type='text'>I haven't done one of these for ages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #c7b299" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbd0c2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivory Sammie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113681019431934078?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113681019431934078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113681019431934078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113681019431934078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113681019431934078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-havent-done-one-of-these-for-ages.html' title='I haven&apos;t done one of these for ages!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113640623758126175</id><published>2006-01-04T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:29:02.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay, or nay?</title><content type='html'>There's been a major development in my 'new, more exciting life'. I'm not going to tell you what it is yet, because I'm still not sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? Do I go, or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, or nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was the last day of my holiday at home in Germany. When I get back to England I'll be doing some serious French work. Not really looking forward, but keeping in line with being less lazy and generally more active, I'm not thinking negatively about it at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a cold. The last day of my holiday. Typical. Stupid nose, argh! Hopefully it'll disappear soon. I'm just glad I don't have what my dad has!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113640623758126175?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113640623758126175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113640623758126175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113640623758126175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113640623758126175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-or-nay.html' title='Yay, or nay?'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113632809657251665</id><published>2006-01-03T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:44:52.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, very bored, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my life needs to be more exciting and I need to be more spontaneous. I guess you could say I'm making it my new years resolution. I'm going to make a list. A list of everything that I want to do and achieve. It's pretty short at the moment, but I'm going to make it longer, and then feel satisfied when I can cross things off. I suppose this is like ages ago, when VJ posted about me needing to be 'more random'. I can even remember a quote from what she said: 'Randomness is like a muscle, which should be exercised regularly'. I didn't do greatly on that, but I've had a change of heart (again) and have decided to be less lazy and more active and exciting in everything that I do. The first thing I've decided, is that I'm going to go on holiday. A proper holiday. But I'm not sure where yet. I can't think of somewhere. Help me decide, here's the criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It can't be too expensive (I'll probably have to get a job to pay for it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;- It should be for this summer&lt;br /&gt;- Somewhere that I've never been to before (I've done the whole France, Spain, Italy malarky many times), but not somewhere too far away. For example, if I went to New Zealand, I'd want to make a proper job of it i.e would go for quite a long time and would take LOTS of money with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of Ireland, but I'm not sure. Help me! Think of somewhere I can go, as well as other things I can add to my list of aims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that me not being that exciting in the stuff that I do is from a life of not being able to do anything like that. When I was younger, I mean. I'm not saying that I was deprived or anything like that, I'm lucky that I got to go on holidays and stuff, lots of people don't, but our holidays were always the same - staying in a caravan somewhere in france, going to the beach and sitting there playing in the sand for up to 6 weeks at a time. My dad isn't one for adventures, so I guess that's why we never really did anything new. That's not the only reason that I don't have as much sense of adventure as I would like though. I think it's from being at boarding school. It was quite strict, so when we were younger we were never allowed to go off doing things on our own and the only time I ever went anywhere was when I came home, to Germany. I like being with my family, don't get me wrong, but there's nothing to do and I don't have any friends left here. I get more bored here than anywhere else. It's the same day in, day out, so I want to do something about it. But I've spent so many wasted hours of my life doing nothing that I'm, yes I admit it, quite lazy. The most exciting times in my life have been staying at Christiana's house. It's my second home I think, and they're my adopted family. Her dad even introduced me to someone as his adopted daughter once, which made me laugh. I love them so much, they're great. They're exciting, that's what I love about them the most. They're always doing something, and I love being a part of it. I guess I ruined that by going to Winchester. Actually, if I hadn't of been leaving Leeds, then I would probably have never spent so much time at their house. It's strange how things work out in life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is turning into an essay, which it wasn't supposed to. But I'm just thinking outloud as it were, so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the start of my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Go to Christiana's house in the lakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Plan and go on some sort of holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just remembered the real reason why I started writing this post. while searching on the Internet, this came up on my screen at lastminute.com. It's a completely serious site too, just has very bored/silly employees with nothing better to do, obviously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, our site has amnesia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds silly, but our site just can't remember what you were looking for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to Refresh this page to remind it&lt;br /&gt;Hit Back and wait a minute before submitting your information again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are still unable to access any information please return to the site later on today, after we've given it some computer medicine (that stuff always works).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113632809657251665?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113632809657251665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113632809657251665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113632809657251665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113632809657251665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113631870130532172</id><published>2006-01-03T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:07:12.030Z</updated><title type='text'>The Story of my Life, in pictures</title><content type='html'>Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/me%20and%20mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/me%20and%20mama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me the day after I was born, with my mummy (9.8.87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/7%20months.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/7%20months.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 months. I soon started to explore the world, beginning with this yellow blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/1st%20bday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/1st%20bday.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 1st birthday. It would have been much cooler if I had actually been born on this day, instead of the year earlier, becuase it would have made my date of birth 8.8.88, which I would have been proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/beaky%202nd%20bday.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/beaky%202nd%20bday.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 2nd birthday. I didn't make a habit of not wearing clothes, don't worry. Blame my mother for that one. Or the hot weather, you choose. I've spent most of my birthdays in hot countries, mostly France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/me%20and%20teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/me%20and%20teddy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Teddy. I still love him to this day as much as I did then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/spoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've shown this picture before, of me aged 4, staring in 'Hickory Dickory Dock'. I soon learned that things like this aren't an embarrassment, because I manage to embarrass myself daily without the spoon for aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/geeky%20beaky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/geeky%20beaky.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I mean? I think I'm 6 years old in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/year%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/year%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one horrifying thing, that I do look back at and shudder was my hair. I know everyone had bad childhood hair cuts, but this was bad. Blame my mother again for that one. It didn't last too long though I guess and the only ridicule I got for it was from my brothers and sisters, which is as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/9th%20bday.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/9th%20bday.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 9th birthday, while on holiday in Itlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/grove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/grove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am aged 11, ready to start &lt;a href="www.woodhousegrove.co.uk"&gt;big school.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/charlotte.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/charlotte.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sisters. The only other hair mistake was 'the fringe'. It looks strangly tame in this picture though. It wasn't as bad as Sarah's, so I guess I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how big the snowman is!! I'm 12 or 13 here I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/beak.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/beak.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't really have many pictures of me from when I was at school, of when I was about 13-15 years old, which is probably a good thing. Here I am at 15. That's the latest I'm putting on there, because there are plenty of pictures of me aged 16+ on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83223337@N00/"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/bumungo/"&gt;msn space&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. The Story of my Life, in pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113631870130532172?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113631870130532172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113631870130532172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113631870130532172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113631870130532172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-of-my-life-in-pictures.html' title='The Story of my Life, in pictures'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113620060193737868</id><published>2006-01-02T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:16:41.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Princess Christiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/christiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/christiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks like a princess. A beautiful, lovely princess. I miss her.&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/9460205-113620060193737868?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113620060193737868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113620060193737868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113620060193737868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113620060193737868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/princess-christiana.html' title='Princess Christiana'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113620034852639614</id><published>2006-01-02T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:12:29.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/london%20new%20year%20fireworks%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/london%20new%20year%20fireworks%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/new%20year.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days late I know, but nevermind. I'm quite proud of England already this year. The fireworks were actually really good, unlike most of the other shows I've seen. Can you remember the millenium ones? What was with the barges?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113620034852639614?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113620034852639614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113620034852639614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113620034852639614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113620034852639614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113594860095042806</id><published>2005-12-30T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:16:41.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Band of Brothers</title><content type='html'>This holiday, me and my brother have sat and watched all of Band of Brothers. I love it, and if you haven't seen it, I think you should, even if you don't normally like WWII films!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113594860095042806?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113594860095042806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113594860095042806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113594860095042806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113594860095042806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of Brothers'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113579183222508067</id><published>2005-12-28T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:43:52.260Z</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what it would be like if there were no bones in your body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/bonelessgirl.html"&gt;This kept me entertained for ages.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113579183222508067?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113579183222508067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113579183222508067' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113579183222508067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113579183222508067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113570542809385710</id><published>2005-12-27T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:43:48.140Z</updated><title type='text'>A great quiz!</title><content type='html'>Boredom strikes again. So &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=051227124254-32709"&gt;take my quiz&lt;/a&gt; and see how you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113570542809385710?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113570542809385710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113570542809385710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113570542809385710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113570542809385710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-quiz.html' title='A great quiz!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113569913615103366</id><published>2005-12-27T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:58:56.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Tess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and &lt;a href="http://www.worldofsven.co.uk"&gt;ma bro&lt;/a&gt; had a great time walking Tess through the snow this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/PC270688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/PC270688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/PC270685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/PC270685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we got home she thought it would be hilarious to roll all over the grass and coat herself in snow before we went in the house. Yes Tess, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/PC270690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/320/PC270690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113569913615103366?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113569913615103366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113569913615103366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113569913615103366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113569913615103366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/tess.html' title='Tess!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113567702009611465</id><published>2005-12-27T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:50:20.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Special Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>My neighbours have made my &lt;a href="http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-what-i-really-want-for.html"&gt;christmas wish&lt;/a&gt; come (semi) true! They've gone away for 2 days so I get to look after my neighbour's dog calledTess. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite old now, but I can remember when I used to go to their house when they still lived on the end of my street, as opposed to next door to me, for my violin lessons, when I was 7 years old. She used to get really excited and jump around at me, but when I saw her yesterday she kept coming to me for a stroke, but didn't get too excited, and then she fell asleep on my feet! Guess that's what come of being an old lady I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how long it is since I've been in their house. Me and Robin, her son, used to be really good friends when we were little, but because we both went to boarding school we didn't spek for ages. And even now that they've moved next door we never see each other because of how our houses are set out and because we're inside most of the time. It's pretty silly because I think we'd get on quite well. Yesterday was the first time I'd spoken to him in about 3 years. Stupid isn't it?? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the camera when we go out for a walk this afternoon and get some pictures. It's been snowing too so it'll be a bit more exciting than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, SHOPPING! woo hoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113567702009611465?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113567702009611465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113567702009611465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113567702009611465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113567702009611465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/special-christmas-present.html' title='Special Christmas Present'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113553690676013208</id><published>2005-12-25T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:55:07.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>If I haven't said it to you already, then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113553690676013208?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113553690676013208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113553690676013208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113553690676013208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113553690676013208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9460205.post-113527704796494462</id><published>2005-12-22T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:44:08.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>We spent most of this afternoon cleaning&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/houseback.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.immowelt.de/immobilien-kamphorst/include/asp/objdetaildruck.asp?ID=4644030&amp;GID=79EE13B6E4C164428DC1FEED7CC737E7"&gt;our new house&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/housefront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/housefront.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/1600/houseback.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2125/632/400/houseback.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9460205-113527704796494462?l=bumungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/feeds/113527704796494462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9460205&amp;postID=113527704796494462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113527704796494462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9460205/posts/default/113527704796494462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bumungo.blogspot.com/2005/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>beaky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971682880289340282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://win.sburlati.com/vn/jpg/SingleRedRose_clip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
