tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44826416168580065742024-03-12T21:12:01.521-07:00Elle's JournalJustellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-73776869373674055042010-02-21T01:35:00.000-08:002010-02-21T12:22:13.287-08:00A month of firsts...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8wgw4-Nf9TPqqUd_4Om7P85l5qDRcVfxIXwWUT5dCqSi6zXXVGYSO_a0oAp87CxvvoIRqSmax4o0oRU4BKHg_zRHKwUcTrysHdgnxyIduX9eut4XW9s-l-LzIAYBwNP8tVeTsBES0sY/s1600-h/4289516555_b0db93cfae_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8wgw4-Nf9TPqqUd_4Om7P85l5qDRcVfxIXwWUT5dCqSi6zXXVGYSO_a0oAp87CxvvoIRqSmax4o0oRU4BKHg_zRHKwUcTrysHdgnxyIduX9eut4XW9s-l-LzIAYBwNP8tVeTsBES0sY/s800/4289516555_b0db93cfae_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440628836793362882" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZYu-M2zWdIQfgSyBeAvgNleYpt6fu3WAHQzjHnlPk4yz9Tx8o3l5pzQhV2zlYo6lwHHi3Vtud9vgAAJzuNkmJAjUDgkOIp7TXIJ-s8bBKe6YNegs81cD9ZxyJUzQQ3C-LgVEzL3o3Og/s1600-h/tumblr_ksfb3iYRGa1qzcapto1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZYu-M2zWdIQfgSyBeAvgNleYpt6fu3WAHQzjHnlPk4yz9Tx8o3l5pzQhV2zlYo6lwHHi3Vtud9vgAAJzuNkmJAjUDgkOIp7TXIJ-s8bBKe6YNegs81cD9ZxyJUzQQ3C-LgVEzL3o3Og/s800/tumblr_ksfb3iYRGa1qzcapto1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440628831711071474" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9yHBB5-3yjjkbZUJWWltLcEFx-u2fjB65MLxpM0eStqgq-HSXqYaRuhPyjYmpsBSCkT6EhwUZrmbwKuHjdEAO4NxaTigMr8MUyNQqEGLLO2gsw2l_5SyJIem-ycDjeSjI6F47LcVJQQ/s1600-h/frillyshoes1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9yHBB5-3yjjkbZUJWWltLcEFx-u2fjB65MLxpM0eStqgq-HSXqYaRuhPyjYmpsBSCkT6EhwUZrmbwKuHjdEAO4NxaTigMr8MUyNQqEGLLO2gsw2l_5SyJIem-ycDjeSjI6F47LcVJQQ/s800/frillyshoes1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440628822549489810" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7us_9KAB3V-6taejEKk8xdSMtZSTS8EwGloCEqpWxn7hw6PNs_7_Q04hphDbcLzQS1a_I3_-wE1bRqLHHCfbydUcL6TcFdLzHPXvGAo8X9PvIAVvib6sCSArrYC_briS2kUib38eL_M/s1600-h/2019414637_03c36deb8e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7us_9KAB3V-6taejEKk8xdSMtZSTS8EwGloCEqpWxn7hw6PNs_7_Q04hphDbcLzQS1a_I3_-wE1bRqLHHCfbydUcL6TcFdLzHPXvGAo8X9PvIAVvib6sCSArrYC_briS2kUib38eL_M/s800/2019414637_03c36deb8e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440628815362469314" /></a>This past month has been so huge and it isn't even over yet. I got my first job, my first bank account, my first pay slip, my license, drove on my own for the first time, bought alcohol for the first time, got asked for ID for the first time, tomorrow I'm driving to work and having to find a park for the first time.....etc. I just need a nice long sleep.<div><br /></div><div>My birthday yesterday was so special. I loved having my friends and Rhys there, it was truly so much fun. AND..... I GOT A TYPEWRITER!!!! A BRIGHT YELLOW ONE!!!! I'm so happy! Now all I need is beautiful new shoes, like the gorgeous ones in the photo *sigh*</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I had to say goodbye to Rhys. And like the pathetic child I am I bawled my eyes out in front of everyone. So gross. But necessary. After that I went to Night Church and now I feel a lot better, I'm not even sure when I started to feel happy instead of miserable, but I really am thanking God for helping me. I feel as though I can live without Rhys for a while now, because of God. I still miss him but its bearable now.</div><div><br /></div><div>God also helped me in my driving test. I wasn't nervous at all as soon as I started driving. I am truly blessed.</div><div><br /></div><div>And happy birthday for yesterday also to Danica from <a href="http://asighttobeseen.blogspot.com/">A Sight To Be Seen</a>. I hope your day was as lovely as mine.</div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-63838905213922578912010-02-17T03:57:00.000-08:002010-02-17T04:04:34.377-08:00Fears.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktE4KsHpp_FHYoNTAdiDzPztVm0uB5slHRGHTME4j_0iyc5nTCvWMkHsi7M4i4xM2xBnZO70VUvSPThKSQnamR2vzgI2K8lIJIAFilI98ET-A4kLdHNCAXvxtEAVlovCiUkWwmAy2fAA/s1600-h/1264391774550547.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktE4KsHpp_FHYoNTAdiDzPztVm0uB5slHRGHTME4j_0iyc5nTCvWMkHsi7M4i4xM2xBnZO70VUvSPThKSQnamR2vzgI2K8lIJIAFilI98ET-A4kLdHNCAXvxtEAVlovCiUkWwmAy2fAA/s800/1264391774550547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439180802162497618" /></a><i>I am scared that you'll die before me and I'll be left alone to daydream that you didn't die and are just out to buy some bread only to discover the truth and cry myself to sleep each night.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I got a second job and have been too tired to think. Life is getting crazy. There are a lot of things I could do without. Like distance. And driving tests. Hope you are all lovely x.</div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-4637864377711598102010-02-04T02:08:00.000-08:002010-02-04T03:06:08.917-08:00Slipping Away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03JLHAHvaGIYvl_hoS6Ziv_jlFF9oouOZ39utPqLtPjA02qpk_3r5pgGIxUXVeGWBpO9HFnqMpXJ81k8MSE5qu6q8aeGk_vyxWO7up0JzDx6Pi7p7yLD9aN1GRl0sxmSNEymIv31uURM/s1600-h/2b23878c5ee19791f2e474b78b206d57c0ed3dac_m_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03JLHAHvaGIYvl_hoS6Ziv_jlFF9oouOZ39utPqLtPjA02qpk_3r5pgGIxUXVeGWBpO9HFnqMpXJ81k8MSE5qu6q8aeGk_vyxWO7up0JzDx6Pi7p7yLD9aN1GRl0sxmSNEymIv31uURM/s800/2b23878c5ee19791f2e474b78b206d57c0ed3dac_m_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434329147795385794" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTG0GwjcjOAwnHw4P46Iq5ni4wLY5a8RItFn4e7d_NU0WVIhO31CN97JzER-yOwjNV8h3J7BvUktGILbRtOM5EHfJgR5xfjT7AvclsP4qhvOHoWGKBnssp_tF8xJ567Gqn1hIqG1tAABw/s1600-h/tumblr_kwpqti5n3z1qabpn1o1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTG0GwjcjOAwnHw4P46Iq5ni4wLY5a8RItFn4e7d_NU0WVIhO31CN97JzER-yOwjNV8h3J7BvUktGILbRtOM5EHfJgR5xfjT7AvclsP4qhvOHoWGKBnssp_tF8xJ567Gqn1hIqG1tAABw/s400/tumblr_kwpqti5n3z1qabpn1o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434329939179996802" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPVj1ap9cZxYp6nW5Lhc9PFlcy0vEZHRi-3bDg_iH9qCX1m1RVbAltP69SX4QJIBEnaWe0-d5qzwHK7x60fI_KudywuysIphn-Y66sRgamy7cHbDzWFSWqH0N_-Q08AiuO7NGiNv5DoY/s1600-h/dab0cc6c85881eda93bd68544aa0ec0602441ac4_m_large.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPVj1ap9cZxYp6nW5Lhc9PFlcy0vEZHRi-3bDg_iH9qCX1m1RVbAltP69SX4QJIBEnaWe0-d5qzwHK7x60fI_KudywuysIphn-Y66sRgamy7cHbDzWFSWqH0N_-Q08AiuO7NGiNv5DoY/s800/dab0cc6c85881eda93bd68544aa0ec0602441ac4_m_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434329155284184306" /></a><br />Sorry for the lack of posts, life has all of a sudden taken off and left me in a cloud of tiredness and confusion. I have been editing, filming, photographing, chucking tantrums at the computer, driving to town, applying for jobs, ringing other people about jobs, so on..... but still, that is no excuse :) <div><br /></div><div>I love my blog and my beautiful readers so I am going to make time for blogging from now on. Lately I have been thinking a lot about love and God and where He and I are both at together. I am convinced that God is removing the people and things in my life that I used to turn to in order to feel loved. They are slowly slipping away from me, hence the pit of loneliness I was a few days back. But thanks to the lovely comments, a song, and some soul searching I have realised maybe it is ok. It is ok to be vulnerable and feel alone. It is ok to have nothing. Only then can God be my everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>And besides all the deep and meaningful things that have been going on in my life lately... I was praying with my little sister one night before bed and at the end of prayer I say "we love you..." and she says "God", "we love you...", "Jesus", "and we love you...", "Holy Spirit". Only this time I listened to what she said and realised she had been saying "Holy Ferret" this whole time :)</div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-2375498642470738762010-02-01T01:19:00.000-08:002010-02-01T01:39:53.721-08:00You Won't Relent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL1DzT7f5MxvGBUioVBiTV1fWyH2M2ZscrIqu6nsw8P6YXwCGUZneD0-dy5XTLwg2Sy3TbHbcTZvTpdcBSBRdixxNQOC3V4majZhSA1-Hu__cSnmUuU5nCtOaOCwA11f1YEe_SIXq8rA/s1600-h/tumblr_kwoknghbDm1qzd31no1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;w" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL1DzT7f5MxvGBUioVBiTV1fWyH2M2ZscrIqu6nsw8P6YXwCGUZneD0-dy5XTLwg2Sy3TbHbcTZvTpdcBSBRdixxNQOC3V4majZhSA1-Hu__cSnmUuU5nCtOaOCwA11f1YEe_SIXq8rA/s800/tumblr_kwoknghbDm1qzd31no1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433206593866614674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">You won't relent until you, have it all</span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">My heart is Yours</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll set you as a seal, upon my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a seal upon my arm</div><div style="text-align: center;">For there is love, that is as strong as death</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jealousy demanding as the grave</div><div style="text-align: center;">And many waters, cannot quench this love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Come be the fire inside of me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come be the flame upon my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come be the fire inside of me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until You and I are one</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to talk about You</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like You're not in the room</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to look right at You</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to sing right to You</div></span>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-13001585680440354672010-01-31T00:44:00.000-08:002010-01-31T01:38:29.292-08:00Confessions...Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been trying to pull my life together and failing quit miserably. This post may be a little depressive so feel free to skip to the pretty pictures from <a href="http://www.weheartit.com">weheartit</a>.<div><br /></div><div>So firstly, I've decided to stop the "everyday for a year" thing. Maybe another year I shall do it but this year it's just not working. I feel I'm putting off blogging because I haven't drawn or photographed anything and then I miss out on writing my thoughts and what is bothering me on here and end up bottling it all up in a confused mess inside of me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly, I'm tragically lonely. I have never felt this completely alone in my life. My best friend moved away. My other friends have left or are out of contact with me. People who I thought I could count on this year, who I thought were friends seem less like friends each passing second. I went to Youth Group two nights ago and I spoke to more people than I have ever spoken to before. I am a strangely shy person but I decided that it simply would not do to sit alone and mope so I walked around talking to various people, and in the end...I went home and cried from loneliness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thirdly, if it is not too much to ask, can you please pray for me? I have been reading C. S. Lewis and have discovered I am protecting the temporal things in my life, worldly baggage to which I am too attached to willingly let go. And this protecting, this attachment, is causing me to hide from God, dabble in Him here and there, but not dive headfirst into Him. I fear He will ask me to let go of all this stuff, to do something I don't want to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think that right now, God wants me to be lonely so I can lean on Him. If that makes sense...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just scared. And procrastinating in hopes that another option will appear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2ciAgxuZ_e9M-5mTCL_nJOg2QClzQLur3b-PIG7GVvDJm8xZkhK2row90R2kaeYZyDGXFD9elHXimfxFiXxC6IlvjyioDbP0HB1xRUn6eTyKFgqWMeaBpE_JPC7jZhPn-JE8nLq94u0/s1600-h/yellow_46987802.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2ciAgxuZ_e9M-5mTCL_nJOg2QClzQLur3b-PIG7GVvDJm8xZkhK2row90R2kaeYZyDGXFD9elHXimfxFiXxC6IlvjyioDbP0HB1xRUn6eTyKFgqWMeaBpE_JPC7jZhPn-JE8nLq94u0/s800/yellow_46987802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432828416911253666" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuvaTeM43YYYwGHmAsUlTTm7DAhAWw8Bk9aHx4elyy2si9LP_VXIdOt8ZEnfrRCd7D46lNzIzRUrbKeW4AdiGlCQIIi3xaB_KADzkxcVfoECidsdh-Ce9vnbfbZ_c6Y8_XhEF-bzApyc/s1600-h/o_48686052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuvaTeM43YYYwGHmAsUlTTm7DAhAWw8Bk9aHx4elyy2si9LP_VXIdOt8ZEnfrRCd7D46lNzIzRUrbKeW4AdiGlCQIIi3xaB_KADzkxcVfoECidsdh-Ce9vnbfbZ_c6Y8_XhEF-bzApyc/s800/o_48686052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432828428159837170" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPR6UMbWkLXQHGrPcfzwrFMY0yMfURBPi4hvD7POjawRU93Xi7c09hyphenhyphenXqaWSQm4pLStm-rWz1RcMf11Q0tYPWmdGiOjevU4G8SpE2gotvUY982UZ8mq6JQ70HBiGth7Asx1huPkN9l_4/s1600-h/i_46529795.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPR6UMbWkLXQHGrPcfzwrFMY0yMfURBPi4hvD7POjawRU93Xi7c09hyphenhyphenXqaWSQm4pLStm-rWz1RcMf11Q0tYPWmdGiOjevU4G8SpE2gotvUY982UZ8mq6JQ70HBiGth7Asx1huPkN9l_4/s800/i_46529795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432828429178969538" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3TrQ1p0_48Ggeid-rzpghZvr7vms_I7-l7xUmC1zaJ-371P8g5iKQqo6toXOEITT0jjWTSXWb7oBi8qkVLheMwcdLzkctVSONVrkTOqkcitfpZBXtkNz9tFZgKMnFB7hsT1SSRjDL-k/s1600-h/s21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3TrQ1p0_48Ggeid-rzpghZvr7vms_I7-l7xUmC1zaJ-371P8g5iKQqo6toXOEITT0jjWTSXWb7oBi8qkVLheMwcdLzkctVSONVrkTOqkcitfpZBXtkNz9tFZgKMnFB7hsT1SSRjDL-k/s800/s21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432828439300967634" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzI_xaDXXOun-pQJ1LlFblxFf5hlOKiHi2YsKnP8_IX_Lq39UhiI__glebiAc9hwNsbHf1KUy0GOjSmiEV1guI50Ym9d-Dn3kfuPS8T06KYxIlK3Dy4ICI2r3RDXnCi6qeCC_7SFUO1Y/s1600-h/20090410202123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzI_xaDXXOun-pQJ1LlFblxFf5hlOKiHi2YsKnP8_IX_Lq39UhiI__glebiAc9hwNsbHf1KUy0GOjSmiEV1guI50Ym9d-Dn3kfuPS8T06KYxIlK3Dy4ICI2r3RDXnCi6qeCC_7SFUO1Y/s800/20090410202123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432828449824743842" /></a></div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-91148187350066691582010-01-25T02:32:00.000-08:002010-01-25T02:56:38.205-08:00Apples<div style="text-align: left;">Right now, in this moment, I am obsessed with apples. I have no idea why but I do know I did not have this obsession a few minutes ago. Strange, very strange...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today I went to Sydney and saw my very handsome boyfriend for the first time in almost a month. I nearly did not recognise him and completely freaked out when he turned around after I tapped him on the shoulder. I thought I had the wrong person for a second. But I didn't hehe :) We had lunch and shopped and I got a beautiful little filofax.....wait, it actually has pictures of apples on the inside....AHHHH!!!! That would be what sparked this obsession I'm thinking....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, now I am home again, and have found some pretty pictures of apples to share with all my lovely readers, courtesy of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.weheartit.com">weheartit</a>. Hope you had as nicer day as I.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0VHFrAShxPtw-GjL2Emy3EDizgfZG3-xx6w_l0oMr6lCKBS9aDrSLPQNTzMpJAZCVjekVzzWzCsVvtWGJvRQjEE7Vjb7ekWSUrskB2FcRfiDB2DLjRmx7TjjMXFKFZuIIpKDjdcp1LM/s1600-h/3984410412_f3e9306680_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0VHFrAShxPtw-GjL2Emy3EDizgfZG3-xx6w_l0oMr6lCKBS9aDrSLPQNTzMpJAZCVjekVzzWzCsVvtWGJvRQjEE7Vjb7ekWSUrskB2FcRfiDB2DLjRmx7TjjMXFKFZuIIpKDjdcp1LM/s800/3984410412_f3e9306680_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430628619726883154" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcczYMOadH-2RA0ohkvEXEYmOpxWQ8k2WowX-fLAzzD6YEBUz3FxlURh080QO2ZJN-1yhmMjEWdsAKkRRSajcEuukqStk36-sgK_DCuMXb4KNTOT38lq7hBUS8Mo4i0kBM7_dnbriDx8/s1600-h/2422442833_59a52aa2cb_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcczYMOadH-2RA0ohkvEXEYmOpxWQ8k2WowX-fLAzzD6YEBUz3FxlURh080QO2ZJN-1yhmMjEWdsAKkRRSajcEuukqStk36-sgK_DCuMXb4KNTOT38lq7hBUS8Mo4i0kBM7_dnbriDx8/s800/2422442833_59a52aa2cb_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430628626812587762" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNA5r3xBcImt9bCJWy3kroVIcj5uvCHjYrbU3rvrtj4U3TDmAy2vZql9GZ2BRtM8kERj3L76d5aw_gkcHj6kOGgRuhf0ktvIZ_vOHA38LNDXE-cCLntcH9lXVLKWPO9vmK9Q-9b-jupo/s1600-h/tumblr_kq18lb6FOk1qzu6y6o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNA5r3xBcImt9bCJWy3kroVIcj5uvCHjYrbU3rvrtj4U3TDmAy2vZql9GZ2BRtM8kERj3L76d5aw_gkcHj6kOGgRuhf0ktvIZ_vOHA38LNDXE-cCLntcH9lXVLKWPO9vmK9Q-9b-jupo/s800/tumblr_kq18lb6FOk1qzu6y6o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430628610518637922" /></a></div>Sweet dreams xx.Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-27311451644503334702010-01-22T23:43:00.003-08:002010-01-22T23:51:24.104-08:006. Looking backToday I reread one of my old journals, reminiscing the past year, laughing at memories provoked from the pages... sitting on the large green lounge with my best friend, creating the perfect superhero, laughing, oblivious to the treasure the moment would become... lunchtimes spent in the art room, painting pictures of my classmates, realising I didn't pay attention to hair colour and style... sitting in my room, drawing from a polaroid, a moment captured on a bus to an art gallery. My memories, trapped within the covers, alive again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9D_e7iZPsrLgLIQhi3VklTPyxGIFDUOV4VaPoL11tcr3xHPbimnUVjBjWD5X_Fuki3ntAkTe3OCVNthqR7fN5eAeDOUiuJx_QDkkdDOJbIviuh4UwRMWl0ZS6orXsVFFZL5FeuH6r8E/s1600-h/SDC10631.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9D_e7iZPsrLgLIQhi3VklTPyxGIFDUOV4VaPoL11tcr3xHPbimnUVjBjWD5X_Fuki3ntAkTe3OCVNthqR7fN5eAeDOUiuJx_QDkkdDOJbIviuh4UwRMWl0ZS6orXsVFFZL5FeuH6r8E/s800/SDC10631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429839451889580050" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6XFNgOu249fHsNNJkFykjI7IWaExWtcB7qL57UjxTv1JRMbTKQfANixeRKl_wiqWDKopCyXoiiOTOqPnpmjYzX9NRAjYJriUAs7TVgxdcjTF7V3A-nExVayceUUUWrHQDL1ev2J72yM/s1600-h/SDC10642.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6XFNgOu249fHsNNJkFykjI7IWaExWtcB7qL57UjxTv1JRMbTKQfANixeRKl_wiqWDKopCyXoiiOTOqPnpmjYzX9NRAjYJriUAs7TVgxdcjTF7V3A-nExVayceUUUWrHQDL1ev2J72yM/s800/SDC10642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429839460185100674" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-66098037444112033512010-01-22T23:26:00.009-08:002010-01-22T23:41:28.547-08:005. The old man is snoring...Rain. The smell. The sound. The feel. The air once it is gone. I love waking to the soft sound of rain on the roof, wondering if you are hearing right, leaning over to the curtains and peeking through them, falling back asleep to the sound of it's lullaby. I love the memory of my city friend, wondering aloud at what the beautiful smell was, amazement at the answer. Evenings sitting on the front verandah with my family, watching the rain fall, running in the puddles.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGSX1TYOk-4tTFTaQygXl1e9uZ7EJKJ0ORf-hjWZLzDt5TIse10HUEH-b6m4pctvZpEmXK32MpCHzMmlyw1sQ-mkvQtIbuk-D56uTVKP0uTrIdZKgdMYx0bwcbG_fQ7llA0FbPN92ajE/s1600-h/SDC10555.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGSX1TYOk-4tTFTaQygXl1e9uZ7EJKJ0ORf-hjWZLzDt5TIse10HUEH-b6m4pctvZpEmXK32MpCHzMmlyw1sQ-mkvQtIbuk-D56uTVKP0uTrIdZKgdMYx0bwcbG_fQ7llA0FbPN92ajE/s800/SDC10555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429836517356395810" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJpMeiRlyeynmt6_AqgIJFV5M1BJ9qNlz0qV3fnFO6FTXFZEjwXRW05KgvwEPe7UPo63rmXON5UNIXnFC4cSPM2g1kBrnT8Pnx9KjANAc7GNbRl3e93RZ-qARsWZ9TSJXhnD3rej6Ek8/s1600-h/600ii_37751704.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJpMeiRlyeynmt6_AqgIJFV5M1BJ9qNlz0qV3fnFO6FTXFZEjwXRW05KgvwEPe7UPo63rmXON5UNIXnFC4cSPM2g1kBrnT8Pnx9KjANAc7GNbRl3e93RZ-qARsWZ9TSJXhnD3rej6Ek8/s800/600ii_37751704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429836520687724514" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-71016655605032005012010-01-22T23:14:00.000-08:002010-01-22T23:26:07.537-08:004. Drawing<div style="text-align: left;">I'm back everyone. Thanks for your lovely comments. I was wonderfully surprised when I returned and found that people do read my blog. So thank you all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I know I started an "everyday thing" and then didn't post for two weeks however I did create something that represents a thing I love everyday whilst I was away and I shall slowly post them all over the next couple of days. Here is the first of many...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love to draw. Even in my earliest memories I loved to draw. It has always been part of my life and it always shall be. My Dad tells me that if there is ever anything I should keep continuing to do it is to draw, to play piano and to speak Spanish. Drawing is my escape from reality.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYzUWnopr1foO0DqCsWG3-1Wair1VNki8BW5zdvdyDCxAeUiJR6vy5h5kB0qsgy02UVf6GNS2kJk97hP-5gbY9HK8-TbGQGShyqrDlcnkCYqNRFCiArmQsG3WI6IMbYcjxI03wyy0JsM/s1600-h/SDC10622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYzUWnopr1foO0DqCsWG3-1Wair1VNki8BW5zdvdyDCxAeUiJR6vy5h5kB0qsgy02UVf6GNS2kJk97hP-5gbY9HK8-TbGQGShyqrDlcnkCYqNRFCiArmQsG3WI6IMbYcjxI03wyy0JsM/s800/SDC10622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429832198289107618" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWg4NxUwgeU65rQbUp6HCf17EXXE4gVUIoPEboPXIW8KpQveV05Cm_NEn5rLyadNz-3iCEdUI7qmQzoKQLnb8iovfT3NMM0HfwmiH-FlkWCLYDk8kRKfCIZTcwTFFVVaiDEmZNWHVSgLg/s1600-h/223.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWg4NxUwgeU65rQbUp6HCf17EXXE4gVUIoPEboPXIW8KpQveV05Cm_NEn5rLyadNz-3iCEdUI7qmQzoKQLnb8iovfT3NMM0HfwmiH-FlkWCLYDk8kRKfCIZTcwTFFVVaiDEmZNWHVSgLg/s800/223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429832203155174690" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-89760389835315058402010-01-09T02:44:00.000-08:002010-01-09T02:50:58.635-08:003. Dear DiaryI love my journal. I draw, write, collage, schedule, everything in it. It's my place to kick back and relax. I feel free within it's pages.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZnP_-h8HeeD6MuXNO9tdi39403C1MuWfLs0FJjm6XVjY4WIPGyLopb_7MJlyfwiqP0HA18REwCiIXhdSkx6K0K4vz0XMkO70rc1B_84Y0EteoPHVB7WJzeL991SzlQHjUVlXEFFnRmg/s1600-h/img037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZnP_-h8HeeD6MuXNO9tdi39403C1MuWfLs0FJjm6XVjY4WIPGyLopb_7MJlyfwiqP0HA18REwCiIXhdSkx6K0K4vz0XMkO70rc1B_84Y0EteoPHVB7WJzeL991SzlQHjUVlXEFFnRmg/s800/img037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424690520932812562" /></a><div>I'm leaving early tomorrow morning so next time I post I shall be at the coast, enjoying the warm sand and the smell of salt water. Enjoy your day.</div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-61764169768350920342010-01-08T21:59:00.001-08:002010-01-08T22:08:43.876-08:00BeautyI just stumbled across a lost folder in my computer. How beautiful are these? Sorry I can't tell you where they are from, maybe you could help??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlTGy9cRnx6bg_PuzWmMA4VEB9dyJo2x4RFqQH-HvYpensx49K6GwFJNYomv9RGRL7_947758JMsQ3zHEsgoVjOVFQZPpoa1z-nWJkDfbJywIgSmwuFpPpqpZGTnflLzkB1KWgwbm1uY/s1600-h/blog12.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlTGy9cRnx6bg_PuzWmMA4VEB9dyJo2x4RFqQH-HvYpensx49K6GwFJNYomv9RGRL7_947758JMsQ3zHEsgoVjOVFQZPpoa1z-nWJkDfbJywIgSmwuFpPpqpZGTnflLzkB1KWgwbm1uY/s800/blog12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616639995425394" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfW3EMJ49lRObXaPbAKLatM4NGspWAhWcebqgDjSxRL23RXyu5wZhqKMjjtjDq94ySr0DW6Si6aBn6NB6YG5seISzs4R8bDDCzfTXNa39ptp-MXybk0mCCxxS7wpPVUKPC_NYNG5G6-pw/s1600-h/bblog8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfW3EMJ49lRObXaPbAKLatM4NGspWAhWcebqgDjSxRL23RXyu5wZhqKMjjtjDq94ySr0DW6Si6aBn6NB6YG5seISzs4R8bDDCzfTXNa39ptp-MXybk0mCCxxS7wpPVUKPC_NYNG5G6-pw/s800/bblog8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616624979422226" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaeLriEPGI2Dr59pNzu9VPvrc2SkH-XV9aowrbNIHdVLrD7dCOHbg_6RwHQX1Z6NoC2z6d_3A2UjJe7ZTX7kzIYqIJgMwq8_2gUbK_bfCQ3UNfODKjMObp076e4Pk7AJddoVd7sofUL4/s1600-h/bblog4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaeLriEPGI2Dr59pNzu9VPvrc2SkH-XV9aowrbNIHdVLrD7dCOHbg_6RwHQX1Z6NoC2z6d_3A2UjJe7ZTX7kzIYqIJgMwq8_2gUbK_bfCQ3UNfODKjMObp076e4Pk7AJddoVd7sofUL4/s800/bblog4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616614659337842" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVUWyhTbMWSjWMKNgNJBwNvRFUGGmaJn3a7AiYSlvfbbMZLccJdH1bC431u6AHnq-2sKJvt-j1giGrnl5zF33CKG32-PtAZa-4NXaPhq3Gcqcga_2QQf-ynN1ce5F9D2QOR_Rw3A4zmY/s1600-h/bloggarden2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVUWyhTbMWSjWMKNgNJBwNvRFUGGmaJn3a7AiYSlvfbbMZLccJdH1bC431u6AHnq-2sKJvt-j1giGrnl5zF33CKG32-PtAZa-4NXaPhq3Gcqcga_2QQf-ynN1ce5F9D2QOR_Rw3A4zmY/s800/bloggarden2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616647155369570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJMlczC11dweubaQznnoEJHxaCNlIdZBYgyZjCcPdTVid4OVFBPpeuCphqn5VOuUc0Z9-C_BayNmBFxn8DuBhAYhJh2lDSxZqXzLh77WG2qhTukpWA8T8WlRMs0CoYY1RjJi3mPhKlRk/s1600-h/ohgosh.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJMlczC11dweubaQznnoEJHxaCNlIdZBYgyZjCcPdTVid4OVFBPpeuCphqn5VOuUc0Z9-C_BayNmBFxn8DuBhAYhJh2lDSxZqXzLh77WG2qhTukpWA8T8WlRMs0CoYY1RjJi3mPhKlRk/s800/ohgosh.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616603614691458" /></a>"The happiest heart that ever beat was in some quiet breast that found the common daylight sweet, and left to Heaven the rest." -John V. CheneyJustellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-56358214596090501652010-01-08T02:45:00.000-08:002010-01-09T02:51:59.863-08:002. The CircusWhen I was little I was one of those kids who wanted to run away and join the circus. I would dance around the backyard making up acrobatic routines, pretending I was the one who could tame lions and imagining the two balls I taught myself to juggle were tongues of multi-coloured fire. I dreamt of the atmosphere, the smells of popcorn and fairy floss, the sounds of laughter and corny ringmaster music, fairy lights strung up against the smoky night air. <div><br /></div><div>I bought my own clown puppet at a show when I was six. It is the first thing I can ever remember buying. I loved it for the blue spot it had in the middle of it's face that just didn't seem to belong. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02ItXCviepcBEGn7Og8OqRhfHcwDNihBl5XQ25YW83u4uougeyUwD7DGphCtgwiIMdqUPvVDLOnpCApPGb_KZYej-toHWcHi3IhdfGZxopxx80fyOFilsO9Lht5ZD0t1ylcpMcCJbU54/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02ItXCviepcBEGn7Og8OqRhfHcwDNihBl5XQ25YW83u4uougeyUwD7DGphCtgwiIMdqUPvVDLOnpCApPGb_KZYej-toHWcHi3IhdfGZxopxx80fyOFilsO9Lht5ZD0t1ylcpMcCJbU54/s800/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424321909728893746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FwVDej_kT7disriBtTDsvidSOc9nRNyG__OoSvalCac4EcsmX4_PPTLNX6HdpG6Yt7cPZxPKEKZshoYSSKCNihrzlQZQ8JZNJKf066nIF3q2YlQsMuI504CGh_CCs8NevqWFrEjmGAQ/s1600-h/3991786544_b8599f5ff7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FwVDej_kT7disriBtTDsvidSOc9nRNyG__OoSvalCac4EcsmX4_PPTLNX6HdpG6Yt7cPZxPKEKZshoYSSKCNihrzlQZQ8JZNJKf066nIF3q2YlQsMuI504CGh_CCs8NevqWFrEjmGAQ/s800/3991786544_b8599f5ff7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424327569223412274" /></a>Hope you all have a whimsical day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and this is a terrible time to start an 'every day' type of thing as I'm about to leave for two weeks at the coast. And who knows how often I shall get up the energy to walk to the internet cafe. So my apologies for already breaking the rules. Should've all put bets on it. Hope to post something again soon.</div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-60078929063088964252010-01-07T20:29:00.001-08:002010-01-09T02:52:13.615-08:001. A Fresh StartSo my "new start" for the new year has come slightly late this year, but still, it did come! I was about to worry a little. I have decided to, unoriginally, post a photo or drawing or painting (or something that I have actually produced myself) of something I love in life everyday (or close to it).<div><br /></div><div>I guess sometimes we take for granted the little things that make us happy in life. Eventually we get so overwhelmed we don't even see those delights anymore and instead believe life has changed and everything is now different and undesirable. I was, still am slightly, like that. But today I saw my little sister running through water, screaming as a water bomb hit her bare legs, her hair stuck to her neck with water, grass clinging to her pink spotty swimmers, mud on her cheek, and a beautiful smile spilling laughter into the air around her screams.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I was happy. Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to capture that this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happiness and love.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1S_riCcK66B_lQTDooJ0ZeSDLgqESb43EmR6gWo94MrfRlXUphkGaRHr9pkdldvYS3oH-OMbmoK7Um3AG15HFh_xPJBcnQkPG_F0ppSmYyytFTAGqLkh6BAVau64UZAivj9EvTN7S_rU/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1S_riCcK66B_lQTDooJ0ZeSDLgqESb43EmR6gWo94MrfRlXUphkGaRHr9pkdldvYS3oH-OMbmoK7Um3AG15HFh_xPJBcnQkPG_F0ppSmYyytFTAGqLkh6BAVau64UZAivj9EvTN7S_rU/s800/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424227057400859538" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhVFioC5HW589Gj4Dnuur7W62ZZDr1-fKNdRQw9IVwgwJNfvUbLDi2hf1tyV9JFupkY5pMJEwZN93jlMBPaOh4F8acWIINny11UxEMwn6CChHyJ-Gkfp9BRuHob3dUOWUDrQFdHgMhkA/s1600-h/free-photoshop-brush.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhVFioC5HW589Gj4Dnuur7W62ZZDr1-fKNdRQw9IVwgwJNfvUbLDi2hf1tyV9JFupkY5pMJEwZN93jlMBPaOh4F8acWIINny11UxEMwn6CChHyJ-Gkfp9BRuHob3dUOWUDrQFdHgMhkA/s800/free-photoshop-brush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424225254244294770" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-14125792086284017162010-01-07T02:25:00.000-08:002010-01-07T02:30:19.045-08:00I got a text tonight.I've changed. I'm just not as positive as I used to be. I'm still loved, it's just... different.<div><br /></div><div>I really don't like this. I really can't handle this right now.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCnBIJ0B3U9GX8mZBSePT6ZW-zhWY5z-f9PDz0JPpiXSER3iPHyC3n61zcwgIC-R8Zn2RMUzJJgL6ptCIvHoH5dWM-elAgIXLxsHoxhQ42jNjR3zwZtGuvXcZmIkEsYOTvVqj65SHEv0/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCnBIJ0B3U9GX8mZBSePT6ZW-zhWY5z-f9PDz0JPpiXSER3iPHyC3n61zcwgIC-R8Zn2RMUzJJgL6ptCIvHoH5dWM-elAgIXLxsHoxhQ42jNjR3zwZtGuvXcZmIkEsYOTvVqj65SHEv0/s800/rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423943189699730114" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-59288227777012887522010-01-06T20:50:00.000-08:002010-01-06T21:05:35.755-08:00LonelinessYes, still very lonely. Been looking on <a href="http://weheartit.com/">weheartit</a> for drawings. This captures my mood right now. It is if he wishes to sit beside that one person who makes him smile, only the ink runs out, and he is left with just a memory. Hauntingly beautiful, don't you think?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm0jHz99GY7_Ak2AHG94-u7Uo-2UU_5xXjfVdXZIXPHaTi18klWSskY7qqe7obmUCkxV4U6LugeQ-EnMa9LHTFrGnO260IAMYJLWhbT6OszSHtQByYsmBFdMzkUjJAfqfCumoXf9kzMo/s1600-h/wk0ya577pb_wood2_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm0jHz99GY7_Ak2AHG94-u7Uo-2UU_5xXjfVdXZIXPHaTi18klWSskY7qqe7obmUCkxV4U6LugeQ-EnMa9LHTFrGnO260IAMYJLWhbT6OszSHtQByYsmBFdMzkUjJAfqfCumoXf9kzMo/s800/wk0ya577pb_wood2_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423858408191744882" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-62956127441292321922010-01-06T20:20:00.013-08:002010-01-06T20:36:34.052-08:00The Rainbow FishAhh, I remember that book. It was one of my childhood favourites. I used to wish for my own rainbow fish and finally I HAVE ONE!!! ... sort of.<br /><br />This is Shark, and he's not rainbow, but he is my second favourite blue in the world which is pretty special. Isn't he just gorgeous?! Everyone started putting bets on how long he would survive in my room and I must say, I've surprised them all as he enters his third week of life. He is a tough little thing. His instruction sheet evens says it's good to forget to feed him every now and then which is perfect for me as I'm rather forgetful. Unfortunately when the water turns green I do have to clean it but my brother helps take Shark out of the bowl and put him back in which is fantastic...(I'm still not that comfortable with my tiny, squishy, jumpy pet)<br /><br />Ahhh, my replacement best friend....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh9GHMTQdmmEJBBSMqDeNwipe3Ocvlst8f4BqB3QuTzvDM_WDDjH-NDuudbE3WhhniAwsb1RXLSPBj-Pxr1Go3Dy0YjVxINNXoelQnxSMTPUCZb6FTBAFw-nKjgGooHOrk6FidBnn4dI/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh9GHMTQdmmEJBBSMqDeNwipe3Ocvlst8f4BqB3QuTzvDM_WDDjH-NDuudbE3WhhniAwsb1RXLSPBj-Pxr1Go3Dy0YjVxINNXoelQnxSMTPUCZb6FTBAFw-nKjgGooHOrk6FidBnn4dI/s800/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423851732304564354" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WRjXVLVBTxDPybAe1eJMnFMual8KcAwYqVY2CD0Jd7_1_cPrhWMAe0kAC8bZYjgtvVC4dfJ7dnbSJhY6gXs1t0bC3-s7TQy3CXfOwvhF1aljd49IYzIP6Z0PAz1s_Mv71yFU7c7bpmI/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WRjXVLVBTxDPybAe1eJMnFMual8KcAwYqVY2CD0Jd7_1_cPrhWMAe0kAC8bZYjgtvVC4dfJ7dnbSJhY6gXs1t0bC3-s7TQy3CXfOwvhF1aljd49IYzIP6Z0PAz1s_Mv71yFU7c7bpmI/s800/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423851722439422594" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMyebIRThDS5J8jhf-M0EIb2dwjV9cZFrC9XDNPKhDP0YiFOwdIf6iJCxTi4x1d0hfKRKv9IPlPPHJQJTD51m0zD2kEDtP7HRmhyxnukaYx-s7lT-X8xYuNZPbyJWuo99I7y91CXKkVs/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMyebIRThDS5J8jhf-M0EIb2dwjV9cZFrC9XDNPKhDP0YiFOwdIf6iJCxTi4x1d0hfKRKv9IPlPPHJQJTD51m0zD2kEDtP7HRmhyxnukaYx-s7lT-X8xYuNZPbyJWuo99I7y91CXKkVs/s800/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423851737372166802" /></a>Have a nice day everyone.Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-73463246554604662932010-01-05T20:51:00.000-08:002010-01-05T21:00:28.226-08:00Still stuck.Nothing has changed. I have had no blinding revelations about what to do. All I've had is a bowl of custard and a sore throat.<div><br /></div><div>I cleaned Shark's water and ruined a series I was reading by reading the last chapter of the last book (Silly me, I shall never learn) and now I am trying to finish the name plaques for my two sisters door.</div><div><br /></div><div>I decided when I'm worried I tend to bite my mouth a lot which really sucks as now it is painful to eat chocolate. Oh what a cruel cruel world...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRB_Xjg9Ta9alNvhr678JeW8f16-uqLUfbI6bGWRP5reGVW0DXF6CeqgOcvFvXfvKE0Ivex8ReMsNCDx_LmYEfmPkuHb_aT-TRBtK5rwXSxIC6TClaUK4Ep73uqmgiariI_t3N-ZSl_Y/s1600-h/600ee_37862243.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRB_Xjg9Ta9alNvhr678JeW8f16-uqLUfbI6bGWRP5reGVW0DXF6CeqgOcvFvXfvKE0Ivex8ReMsNCDx_LmYEfmPkuHb_aT-TRBtK5rwXSxIC6TClaUK4Ep73uqmgiariI_t3N-ZSl_Y/s800/600ee_37862243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423486975868973106" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-41145374154916219822010-01-04T23:09:00.000-08:002010-01-04T23:26:09.607-08:00DrainedWell, this is my first post of 2010. Which is really weird. I'm not sure if I want it to be 2010. Everything is going to change this year, or already has. I'm not against change, it's just that I know I won't like some of the change. Like I won't like that my best friend is so far away from me. Or that half of my friends are moving away to work or to go to uni. Or that other friends now have other people in their lives and don't have as much room for me.<div><br /></div><div>Life has become a chore. I feel so stuck. I don't know if this is where I want to be however I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to chose another path and everything that it will bring.</div><div><br /></div><div>If anything I feel lonely. So very lonely.</div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend was amazing. I spent it with Rhys and 3 of my close friends. We laughed and stayed up all night and went shopping, watched movies, threw a party...I want this happiness all the time. Not just on "holidays".</div><div><br /></div>I guess I'm just drained. I should catch up on sleep. Think everything over. I have some decisions to make. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpULENOv1NEB6qvCthVNMiN5XVjTK2sFmQdkGX-VhomvMC2H01eAk5Z8xZoCukDmzfsgQd-UiwjSiiwya1eAu_ntf9uO4SVxpNAcFIR4VuZ16IgQJ9uDBwFNC-NJrNWVQbONTkOAAav4/s1600-h/blogphoto1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpULENOv1NEB6qvCthVNMiN5XVjTK2sFmQdkGX-VhomvMC2H01eAk5Z8xZoCukDmzfsgQd-UiwjSiiwya1eAu_ntf9uO4SVxpNAcFIR4VuZ16IgQJ9uDBwFNC-NJrNWVQbONTkOAAav4/s800/blogphoto1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423152437361944498" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFqPsIObH0CBsP51uac5pX5NSsFuxg5kNoCbW0SkCf-jdUwdhpMBF510UB7C2UBOmezwQSP_lzfyvhGl9tbfSFKof0wQ8zBxIoBoUwuHC_72BMWAfTXusyKRpaK8c6SWiv4j5zAQAMsQ/s1600-h/4098704650_b4fc55636f_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFqPsIObH0CBsP51uac5pX5NSsFuxg5kNoCbW0SkCf-jdUwdhpMBF510UB7C2UBOmezwQSP_lzfyvhGl9tbfSFKof0wQ8zBxIoBoUwuHC_72BMWAfTXusyKRpaK8c6SWiv4j5zAQAMsQ/s800/4098704650_b4fc55636f_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423152449167733010" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoKitb6KS35e10DQx6iLRqD1pBVP5vGYhHkxB7XmYgiSmXwVdYeP-MBKTOPPW0TILwsiOEoSIdtFlwR4qZXEbXsuHQLbgglMeaZ9H_kDriH5aUpEFDf6vJHWkwMYnhEEhHGdDil_EvJU/s1600-h/xxo5mevo8qiqjsn5voa4s8qho1_400_49076064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoKitb6KS35e10DQx6iLRqD1pBVP5vGYhHkxB7XmYgiSmXwVdYeP-MBKTOPPW0TILwsiOEoSIdtFlwR4qZXEbXsuHQLbgglMeaZ9H_kDriH5aUpEFDf6vJHWkwMYnhEEhHGdDil_EvJU/s400/xxo5mevo8qiqjsn5voa4s8qho1_400_49076064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423153289593319842" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-13639613279614817582009-12-28T18:03:00.000-08:002010-01-04T23:37:49.342-08:00I'm back!!!So I've been back for quite some time now but just haven't gotten around to blogging. Slack I know, but I've just lacked motivation lately. Going through a little bit of a down time in life,which is frustrating me because I love being happy and silly and enthusiastic and all of that. I blame my boyfriend as he moved 300 km away from me. Meanie. (I do still love him lots and he should know I'm only joking).<div><br /></div><div>So here is just a brief overview of my uninteresting life these last few weeks...</div><div><ul><li>I went to New Zealand. It was so much fun. But that should need another post. Here are a few photos anyway...</li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2K5neA_sap_g7OIEwfR2sXC54_SJV6w2XxAnVlu7LYXKrBPBhMncGgkPuMIIcM3sqi2YVTanooHQ3KZLlem2E2CDHm5MhUx3eY7qQoIUnEAtgauRi1kPElXvMLJ0cX-tfYWql3lOpw6U/s1600-h/New+Zealand+092.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2K5neA_sap_g7OIEwfR2sXC54_SJV6w2XxAnVlu7LYXKrBPBhMncGgkPuMIIcM3sqi2YVTanooHQ3KZLlem2E2CDHm5MhUx3eY7qQoIUnEAtgauRi1kPElXvMLJ0cX-tfYWql3lOpw6U/s800/New+Zealand+092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481660143580738" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl0nvEsSj7Pnpbg08hlqDwbR_T3qzI5fOxHv3vempxlLwsWntcKRs2c6p7ea80szg53acaRLf7NsiHZZvUeFIljm6LX-c2rvaER5G5dXaJ9G53GTrWJh3Q7dnxPb1qPKmsC7S38u5oK8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+143.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl0nvEsSj7Pnpbg08hlqDwbR_T3qzI5fOxHv3vempxlLwsWntcKRs2c6p7ea80szg53acaRLf7NsiHZZvUeFIljm6LX-c2rvaER5G5dXaJ9G53GTrWJh3Q7dnxPb1qPKmsC7S38u5oK8/s800/New+Zealand+143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481649889002194" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0eXFmc1njOdhXpu2gXGemPV_VKIw6bYXsD6mu_0eQu-Y9aeeOh5X3wO61yQZHjZHnVvVpN0I-VFnZpmdwd0LcEREbJfT7mFyKyVT2zSuxGHliXDYmoIccfBK-gTQqxloZlirL-02wB8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+493.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0eXFmc1njOdhXpu2gXGemPV_VKIw6bYXsD6mu_0eQu-Y9aeeOh5X3wO61yQZHjZHnVvVpN0I-VFnZpmdwd0LcEREbJfT7mFyKyVT2zSuxGHliXDYmoIccfBK-gTQqxloZlirL-02wB8/s800/New+Zealand+493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481643332714642" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MwPJm_BWe6_BboklKZIaYs_NNpYNUTTJfanJM0WWnjIhvm2r6KOVqPWnkbN1CzUb-U77J9p8bqZgpt7N_4EJ1gawphkOZDnABW5nGNGZc2ry0xcMYSdnPvLlicE0PbpEdf6_B3vO-pc/s1600-h/New+Zealand+291.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MwPJm_BWe6_BboklKZIaYs_NNpYNUTTJfanJM0WWnjIhvm2r6KOVqPWnkbN1CzUb-U77J9p8bqZgpt7N_4EJ1gawphkOZDnABW5nGNGZc2ry0xcMYSdnPvLlicE0PbpEdf6_B3vO-pc/s800/New+Zealand+291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481637145004866" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lG2Akpyd_RnOxEgVpC9km2idmvkYzbUIcP8PE-9iwb7lSJ2AJ-dsL8VLdr94ecqx4WgXwJTi20MJ1K1H8XS_jJXMMC6pHJXY7jhVIXvEo01TAR_c_VVk1Al7Az2Eiyy3alLNX5g5X-8/s1600-h/New+Zealand+137.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lG2Akpyd_RnOxEgVpC9km2idmvkYzbUIcP8PE-9iwb7lSJ2AJ-dsL8VLdr94ecqx4WgXwJTi20MJ1K1H8XS_jJXMMC6pHJXY7jhVIXvEo01TAR_c_VVk1Al7Az2Eiyy3alLNX5g5X-8/s800/New+Zealand+137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481628357640130" /></a><li>I got my ATAR. Yay! Which made me happy.</li><li>I found out I didn't get into Artexpress. Which made me cry.</li><li>I applied for a billion jobs and didn't here anything from anyone. Which also made me cry.</li><li>Christmas was pretty fun. I got a fish named Shark, which I shall need to photograph, and the Scrubs boxset and a Wii.</li><li>And I'm going to Sydney this weekend for my boyfriends 18th.</li></ul><div>Ta daa. A month and a bit of my life, in 6 dot points. I feel like some more chocolate. I am eating too much chocolate lately.</div><div><br /></div><div>It feels good to be back. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a pretty picture to celebrate feeling good, from <a href="notebookdoodles.blogspot.com">this amazing blog</a>...</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaYkn63iPUdkaMXteMWtSptTn9XZSL3umn216ZVxqVDvtdXOY89h-ZIAuxCuAmj5YES8Uz6YjwtapTpOU-XS5tGT-YyxWlOYD_ZZYrkjDBceSlPDftwjBJ8Owm7XjZYgOwuYnF46dv0s/s1600-h/3787565633_38470f24a4_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaYkn63iPUdkaMXteMWtSptTn9XZSL3umn216ZVxqVDvtdXOY89h-ZIAuxCuAmj5YES8Uz6YjwtapTpOU-XS5tGT-YyxWlOYD_ZZYrkjDBceSlPDftwjBJ8Owm7XjZYgOwuYnF46dv0s/s800/3787565633_38470f24a4_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420482531500792130" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-28239369544258384152009-11-21T04:40:00.000-08:002009-11-21T04:53:47.170-08:0015 more minutes until tomorrow...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, in 15 minutes comes the day that I leave Australia for the very first time. In a plane. To a place so incredibly far away. Even though most people would say it's close. It's not. I have to go on a plane, flying super fast, for three whole hours to get there.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, New Zealand!!! It's so close. Only a little bit of sleep, last minute packing, finish an advertising assignment thingo I remembered I had just tonight (oops), a car trip, a sad farewell, and BOOM!!! Airport! Totally scared but not so much as I could have been because my parents shall be there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here is me, flying to a land far far away.....</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D0TIupF3WKHk_f1gzmtnFgvrHYEb4FuFokzpQYVKALZjkuPGnYaDSZQs-CpgRq8LCV8a0XkDT6icP43_t-IeJxfqhGFkV-o8d9_oWAYj8cb42FAuFRPTplVlc7Pj6X2sfUqdytxrVpc/s1600/nz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D0TIupF3WKHk_f1gzmtnFgvrHYEb4FuFokzpQYVKALZjkuPGnYaDSZQs-CpgRq8LCV8a0XkDT6icP43_t-IeJxfqhGFkV-o8d9_oWAYj8cb42FAuFRPTplVlc7Pj6X2sfUqdytxrVpc/s800/nz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406537538399829810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And here is a picture I just found that reminded me of my very most favourite thing to do about three years ago. Curl paper up and make pretty shapes out of it!!! Mine weren't quite so intricate as these but I had so much fun making them. And this just inspired me to start thinking about starting into again....in all my spare time.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KyJ7vieeEj1Fm_QX6rIyoFT8h1awZuna4d7QJpfKHlbe9fF81Fx698jdPDxiUA5v-FK6H1Fdkd7EmVcUtTyLktCOzzinU6TAvXoMxQ8R-Z0jWvvmJqf1Z99gTZEKyhWccQI6MTXRnro/s1600/RUwN4YMjbhj7nx24d2Aqm8zDo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KyJ7vieeEj1Fm_QX6rIyoFT8h1awZuna4d7QJpfKHlbe9fF81Fx698jdPDxiUA5v-FK6H1Fdkd7EmVcUtTyLktCOzzinU6TAvXoMxQ8R-Z0jWvvmJqf1Z99gTZEKyhWccQI6MTXRnro/s800/RUwN4YMjbhj7nx24d2Aqm8zDo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406537545124405458" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last thing before I go to bed, someone has commissioned me to create artworks for them! Wow! Anyone else want to join the queue for my time and talent now that I'm practially world renowned?!?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ha, I wish!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sweet dreams everyone.</span></div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-69746888333223603652009-11-19T22:38:00.000-08:002009-11-19T22:48:48.118-08:00Wow. Wow wow wow.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today is like, nearly officially one of the happiest days of my life. No, I didn't get engaged, or married, or have a child, or win the lottery. I'm far to young for three of those things. Everyone knows that only old people win lottery. Ha ha, just joking, young people win it too. So I'm old enough for that, in three months, close enough. (Dad if you're reading this, no, I am not pregnant.)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But anyways, I GOT NOMINATED FOR ARTEXPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those of you who don't know what that is, just be excited anyway, because it's very exciting. Or google it, and know what you're excited about. My work, a couple of posts ago, The Fragility Of Innocence, got nominated!!! Not chosen yet, but still, one step closer to being chosen!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I shall keep you posted. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here is a celebratory pretty picture....</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGxYYGi85BtKyyMbKvislAhq34XdvCjTLTVY26Y5zWl5nqBphGRYJJeT_x00PORvIKDNecpEg7dMyywybbqMSSP436JkHcT8X73Gdh5mg6VXqxBL38GADTufuXgqBtMYD4_8UwjIZSUg/s1600/img_6_576_5ryj_34621512.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGxYYGi85BtKyyMbKvislAhq34XdvCjTLTVY26Y5zWl5nqBphGRYJJeT_x00PORvIKDNecpEg7dMyywybbqMSSP436JkHcT8X73Gdh5mg6VXqxBL38GADTufuXgqBtMYD4_8UwjIZSUg/s800/img_6_576_5ryj_34621512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406073918760151154" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-79963806839884791782009-11-19T14:57:00.000-08:002009-11-19T16:25:21.626-08:00Life<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I haven't posted anything for a little while. It's not like I've been busy, because really, I haven't. It's more because nothing is happening. School is over forever, I can't start looking for a job until I get back from New Zealand and there is nothing else to do. So I've been watching rerun after rerun of America's Next Top Model (I think I'm addicted) and eating far far too many musk sticks. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yesterday I actually went outside so that is a good thing. I went to the movies with the boys and saw New Moon, yes, the Twilight movie. I enjoyed it but it wasn't fantastic, I knew what was coming which I think ruined it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I made Rhys angry by saying "Oooooooooh" when Jacob took his shirt off. I got evicted from my lovely boyfriends shoulder and the armrest barrier got pulled down. But then I won him back by saying "ewwwwick" when Edward took his shirt off. I've since heard that Robert Pattinson is very self-conscious so if you're reading this Robert, it's not that bad and I'm very sorry for saying that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last night I found this amazing artist </span><a href="http://www.carlkleiner.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carl Kleiner</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Here is one of his beautiful photos, how pretty?!</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbgKFqWvLDgwKaSu7OPUGMF2BJXg7wyaeFC9t2ps6vYJk9k99R4jwo9G7uraL0v4m34X9kZl_NgBSNgAFx-lFqFjtVWEG2ctqSoOVU6nU4aS4X3632mWroUhobteSuc5Itz0U06nyYpY/s1600/carl-kleiner.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbgKFqWvLDgwKaSu7OPUGMF2BJXg7wyaeFC9t2ps6vYJk9k99R4jwo9G7uraL0v4m34X9kZl_NgBSNgAFx-lFqFjtVWEG2ctqSoOVU6nU4aS4X3632mWroUhobteSuc5Itz0U06nyYpY/s800/carl-kleiner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974566856646898" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And here are some more pictures for everyone to skip to, because pictures are much more interesting than my rather uninteresting life at the moment.</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWUWcgHtgYQ5S_FesGUflazR-Y4-NF4N8MkMuY69S3hIBeKHv1Fc1janKsLWfhhqL-axhnXeWX2pBrihE9U14w8af7fvdoirJ8Fz8Skqk2GT1jPVERwTxjlpB5jOyjoxLDdLx72TLpdE/s1600/tumblr_kskyugAuQ21qzzp48o1_500_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWUWcgHtgYQ5S_FesGUflazR-Y4-NF4N8MkMuY69S3hIBeKHv1Fc1janKsLWfhhqL-axhnXeWX2pBrihE9U14w8af7fvdoirJ8Fz8Skqk2GT1jPVERwTxjlpB5jOyjoxLDdLx72TLpdE/s800/tumblr_kskyugAuQ21qzzp48o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974573034038418" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGGEvLybTMalUQ-bKb7OMzAwNO0nDKdcAyFlbQssvRXGXFz0XQoSz35Nsd4mud6MxusPNSTvHATGywSOHaBVHva7Ngk7ntig-iqArkBQNfDQuMIYCCVN49_QhS8urjHdjMIXIahV8X20/s1600/tumblr_krsamibQoX1qzffo9o1_400_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGGEvLybTMalUQ-bKb7OMzAwNO0nDKdcAyFlbQssvRXGXFz0XQoSz35Nsd4mud6MxusPNSTvHATGywSOHaBVHva7Ngk7ntig-iqArkBQNfDQuMIYCCVN49_QhS8urjHdjMIXIahV8X20/s800/tumblr_krsamibQoX1qzffo9o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974577256203538" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpFU9ZL287vhjQUbM7QOtB9RRUepD6CdiPWyJiRroMS1HBC8jwCD_pwPxpNdzZMDOm0eTocxcYeDzZqZI-inP7SboqmHJWXQjGspHLXVEVg-F204BcmTC3-NRtdgIewupLZj0N1JL-T4/s1600/tumblr_ksh3l8YtOF1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpFU9ZL287vhjQUbM7QOtB9RRUepD6CdiPWyJiRroMS1HBC8jwCD_pwPxpNdzZMDOm0eTocxcYeDzZqZI-inP7SboqmHJWXQjGspHLXVEVg-F204BcmTC3-NRtdgIewupLZj0N1JL-T4/s800/tumblr_ksh3l8YtOF1qzdiqvo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405974582886125650" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hope everyone is having a nice day!!</span></div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-45174151654792818052009-11-13T02:52:00.000-08:002009-11-13T03:02:14.459-08:00Update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My grad is tomorrow. Rhys is home. I need sleep. Shopping makes your legs hurt. Tonight was Grease night at youth group. I made the worlds largest Sundae. I'm going to go get some beauty sleep. Here are some pretty pictures to inspire your dreams tonight...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ80A5p0SJonBf9hZUcYOJEy7DSzAzCms7bpAMqSmxAzOTZfTS7B-RFyCVYOkmzQQOEq4DO0vr-P5DvJlNBuiRpfNJEHykV5FG0zWK3Y2QB2MW8Vd2zF7iC7rz9ezR-zxJgWzxj6t9Fno/s1600-h/light_53715114.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ80A5p0SJonBf9hZUcYOJEy7DSzAzCms7bpAMqSmxAzOTZfTS7B-RFyCVYOkmzQQOEq4DO0vr-P5DvJlNBuiRpfNJEHykV5FG0zWK3Y2QB2MW8Vd2zF7iC7rz9ezR-zxJgWzxj6t9Fno/s800/light_53715114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403541248949317170" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v6SinckDh6_N75j3-ztI7Dyfjetxy4Xk15nN4Rf4DMkZ7MV9oUVJImBlTsq2HL1e3-KsWnQ5SjQ2z6Lszo27JvjOSYzubKT7_OJinTA75V8RwSfp9EH71iiK0xdlWleRcdbOrClxShk/s1600-h/3818398171_8f7c6789cd_b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v6SinckDh6_N75j3-ztI7Dyfjetxy4Xk15nN4Rf4DMkZ7MV9oUVJImBlTsq2HL1e3-KsWnQ5SjQ2z6Lszo27JvjOSYzubKT7_OJinTA75V8RwSfp9EH71iiK0xdlWleRcdbOrClxShk/s800/3818398171_8f7c6789cd_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403541265044589042" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfOwX1sGrFVH25kXVMofWm3CWILvOrtIgNmaHDLoClws56yw07oJUf-UgSvy7CUqdNk12-cEniIPG11CEGijCp8b7w9YbPcN_Abg79FTTNVOOrfzsSiXkSLwqBh1o6EFN_R2s924d0m0/s1600-h/hand_53715095.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfOwX1sGrFVH25kXVMofWm3CWILvOrtIgNmaHDLoClws56yw07oJUf-UgSvy7CUqdNk12-cEniIPG11CEGijCp8b7w9YbPcN_Abg79FTTNVOOrfzsSiXkSLwqBh1o6EFN_R2s924d0m0/s800/hand_53715095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403541259070741858" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-41951879395961332572009-11-09T19:22:00.000-08:002009-11-09T19:32:56.931-08:00Oh wow!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can't believe I only just stumbled across this site. It is called </span><a href="http://www.poladroid.net/index.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Poladroid</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and for the unfortunate people like me who are unable to find someone to buy them a polaroid camera and a massive stash of film, IT CREATES POLAROIDS FOR YOU!!! Fake, I know, but still, POLAROIDS!!! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahhhhhh, so preeettttyyyyyy.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4fkzgvJdw9piV_1Dnl8yQc_PQWPyWjKjjfHHs8qpAyXKdm1UesptADnz9pjh4hPjggpfivEfbLVJyJ1DrJ92MAsSJub2voiyXgsFSb8tN9GfjpygkwpUqtJ2P7VDUeVZwerWR8QvEko/s1600-h/SDC10342-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4fkzgvJdw9piV_1Dnl8yQc_PQWPyWjKjjfHHs8qpAyXKdm1UesptADnz9pjh4hPjggpfivEfbLVJyJ1DrJ92MAsSJub2voiyXgsFSb8tN9GfjpygkwpUqtJ2P7VDUeVZwerWR8QvEko/s400/SDC10342-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311621576922434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A charming look for me, I know ;)</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXaFJsoalma0nCBbvmMyAxM6Pr8qK0dmPTCth6Ah4rbl9w5aLJHMgE1Yj8FeFcVBLoWqsqQEe_2IUATWdD7WkvJYtA-fbFw3PVloaULfOv1rk3L_dTkfN1kuD347a-DGeMCCWJAGQ9iw/s1600-h/SDC10253-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXaFJsoalma0nCBbvmMyAxM6Pr8qK0dmPTCth6Ah4rbl9w5aLJHMgE1Yj8FeFcVBLoWqsqQEe_2IUATWdD7WkvJYtA-fbFw3PVloaULfOv1rk3L_dTkfN1kuD347a-DGeMCCWJAGQ9iw/s400/SDC10253-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311614471834370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I do really wish to live in this house, it would be my dream come true.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf2ArTM0kkCZsebN6MJyg31SF-ml1i3-gzdyg0KPwz4-3q1_e77pZ7jTi2SdYlYvkp67oLZXxfWAMPG6FY3wSoXe__unTlCwUE0SQB9STsGoxQlRYWjaNmzeZ8n0_4iBNzi-tXJ1EAZo/s1600-h/SDC10474-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf2ArTM0kkCZsebN6MJyg31SF-ml1i3-gzdyg0KPwz4-3q1_e77pZ7jTi2SdYlYvkp67oLZXxfWAMPG6FY3wSoXe__unTlCwUE0SQB9STsGoxQlRYWjaNmzeZ8n0_4iBNzi-tXJ1EAZo/s400/SDC10474-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311637049415506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I believe there is something wrong when a man straightens his hair more than I do.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_9Q9FgduQFENEgowmVA1qtIX52RsSXVmzFk_0jtXHzGgWHLleG3L7b7GD5kvSgt8xRkFeR4wC3Cm31kDdz9fDqH9uZULCpYOoeqflLraa9M97y5ItAu5ZisnRLyXbpSrZgaG1UEBGHw/s1600-h/SDC10477-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_9Q9FgduQFENEgowmVA1qtIX52RsSXVmzFk_0jtXHzGgWHLleG3L7b7GD5kvSgt8xRkFeR4wC3Cm31kDdz9fDqH9uZULCpYOoeqflLraa9M97y5ItAu5ZisnRLyXbpSrZgaG1UEBGHw/s400/SDC10477-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311628984827906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My beautiful best friend and I looking so happy that we have finished school!!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpb5CqZdFM-P9iObjZ44WTnuOdC5RpJuYdnWStdo41QRWVvSDY5-ffeEyYXY6Zov2Rr9s251BPdGzdEtkKFMDOXQJalhxmvTa2Inq4lv9to_bR5YyHzgv-wpfMvBZ5ugCnl-C4dlEdjQ/s1600-h/SDC10472-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpb5CqZdFM-P9iObjZ44WTnuOdC5RpJuYdnWStdo41QRWVvSDY5-ffeEyYXY6Zov2Rr9s251BPdGzdEtkKFMDOXQJalhxmvTa2Inq4lv9to_bR5YyHzgv-wpfMvBZ5ugCnl-C4dlEdjQ/s400/SDC10472-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402311630218304130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Couldn't resist putting this one in.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have fun trying it out, you even get to shake the photos to help them develop!!! It's so amazing!!!</span></div>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482641616858006574.post-27614508309098290402009-11-08T22:23:00.000-08:002009-11-08T22:33:13.944-08:00Hair update.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well Dad said my hair looked "different, but a nice different" after he said "well they ruined it didn't they?". My head hurts. All I know is that I dislike it rather massively, I am terrified of what Rhys will say when he sees it and I am dreading Saturday and the embarrassment it shall bring with it. Oh, life is fun today!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I found these journal pages by </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unknown_/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this person</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, I think they are beautiful. I need to buy a new journal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2142720104_4816244000.jpg" alt="Pienso by UNKNOWN ♥." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; " /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8BgXtUeHTTtJENwCwbx4WEC_RVKKQyVtU2DIfSCACzArFWVSH3-KLe8pikyyAj0oNv9DyLB0SA2ZNtjj6dh1iYrIjrDGlJ4yEA43me5Xa-JQ0Z4hFRfgeuw30o5iBYdy8fhZgvZ8sYA/s1600-h/2141852979_c744eef92d_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8BgXtUeHTTtJENwCwbx4WEC_RVKKQyVtU2DIfSCACzArFWVSH3-KLe8pikyyAj0oNv9DyLB0SA2ZNtjj6dh1iYrIjrDGlJ4yEA43me5Xa-JQ0Z4hFRfgeuw30o5iBYdy8fhZgvZ8sYA/s800/2141852979_c744eef92d_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401987912379038914" /></a>Justellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705540944083189914noreply@blogger.com2