<?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-6614222560611940451</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:59:07.084-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Activity'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Jonas'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Crackers'/><category term='Shahid'/><category term='Dominique'/><category term='Puzzle'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='New'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Relaxe'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='Glasses'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Animlas'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Police'/><category term='Slink'/><category term='Bags'/><category term='School'/><category term='Indian'/><category term='L'/><category term='Subjects'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Films'/><category term='101'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Challenge'/><category term='I'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Entries'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Ministory'/><title type='text'>Sprinkle it All Over!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-34913750896634226</id><published>2010-04-03T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:53:31.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relaxe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>JB!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The holidays have begun huh? Well I guess they have since I am at home totally relaxed for a bit lol! I have this schedule. You see I have to fix my IPod stuff of my lappy. I have so many of my songs on my mums computer and all the others on my lappy and I can only take songs from one ITunes. I am planning on FINALLY getting a USB stick tomoz at tescos! I also have to redo and do some designs for my textiles. I noticed that we are going to have a exhibition soon and they are going to put up our designs as well as the stuff we made. My designs are alright but there was this one that had santa claus on it so I have to re-draw the other designs on that page and then draw a new design to replace the santa one. The new one looks really good. It's green and white and pretty. I think I might have made that one if I designed it before lol! Above all those things I have to revise since my GCSE's are coming really fast. For some reason I feel my birthday is going to come quicker this year lol! Anyway the plan is that I only design during the weekend. I fix my Ipod during the mornings. I revise during the week days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I was getting some songs for my Ipod and then I discovered that Justin Bieber has done so many new amazing songs that I didn't even hear before. Domi may have already heard these since she likes him too but these two are my favourite ones and I hope you like them. The first one is my second best lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Justin Bieber ft. Sean Kingston- Eenie Meenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fOGiOST3EE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fOGiOST3EE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next song is really amazing too! This one is my favourite so far! I bet Justin will do so many more fab songs and show off all his talent! How can he be so amazing at the age of 16. I never knew he was older than me though lol! I thought he was 13 but he turns out to actually be older than me lol! Doesn't seem like he is though right? So here is the nest one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Justin Bieber- Bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUDstwjItSs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUDstwjItSs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are those the songs that I love that I never knew until actually today lol! How could I be hidden from such amazing songs lol. The other vid I want to keep on this post is his old but maybe knew video of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One Less Lonely girl&lt;/span&gt;. The song is not that good but the thing is that the video is so cute and I would love it if a guy did that for me! I hope someone does lol!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXUSaVw3Mvk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXUSaVw3Mvk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other one I really like which I like the song and the vid is alright but not as good lol HERE it is. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Never let you go&lt;/span&gt;.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ExWsVFJlFo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ExWsVFJlFo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there a whole post off of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YB&lt;/span&gt; and onto &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; lol! I love him! He is so cute and he has an amazing voice! Thank you Usher and Scooter for managing him and bringing him his success he deserves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-34913750896634226?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/34913750896634226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/jb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/34913750896634226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/34913750896634226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/jb.html' title='JB!!!!!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1346925698764467066</id><published>2010-02-08T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:26:34.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>BOF</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah I get it! Why am I suddenly back onto blogger when I haven't been on in ages! I'm so sorry. I have been obsessed with BOF (Boys over flowers- Korean drama). Any way when I havn't been watching them I have been studying like a good little girl. I don't mind studying a bit but the thing is that when I am writing out all of my notes my fingers are hurting so bad that I can't write and then I have to stop no matter how much I have done. I think that they might turn black since they have already started to swell up. I no you might be surprised about why I am all of a sudden studying but my mum gave me a lecture about how we only have about 4 months until my actual GCSE's and they are the science ones (which I am weak at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after looking at Dominique's Ya Lun, I think that I should put up the pictures of the guy I'm obsessed with at the moment. Yeah it's from Boys over Flowers though he is also in the SS501 band! Yup it's Hyun Joong or in BOF Ji Hoo! And I blame Domi for introducing him to be lol! But thanks Domi at the same time. So here are some of his amazing pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVMNqm7eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vMtWSk68p20/s1600-h/3562657151_e2c4c859ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436149524783885794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVMNqm7eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vMtWSk68p20/s320/3562657151_e2c4c859ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He looks so good when he is serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVQhMCN7I/AAAAAAAAARA/_924nB8HgMU/s1600-h/3591414304_0532b0d041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436149598743836594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVQhMCN7I/AAAAAAAAARA/_924nB8HgMU/s320/3591414304_0532b0d041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This picture is so amazing! I love his smile too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVUAnnJZI/AAAAAAAAARI/cb-HK8d0YwM/s1600-h/boys-over-flowers-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436149658720609682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVUAnnJZI/AAAAAAAAARI/cb-HK8d0YwM/s320/boys-over-flowers-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ooooo double trouble &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVX60fW5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0jWICFx1z70/s1600-h/jihoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436149725883489170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVX60fW5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0jWICFx1z70/s320/jihoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'd think that flowers and boys don't go together but this one looks great on his top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm obsessed like I said and to think that I am writing this entry at this time lol! I also have some amazing news to tell you guys. I AM GETTING MY BRACES OFF!!!! And it's today at 12:10 and then I will have amazing teeth and I won't have to close my mouth whenever I see a camera about to take a picture. I don't have any pictures of my braces except one or two which were Illi and Domi's fault for they made me laugh at the wrong time lol! Now it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at school at the moment and guess what? There are a bunch of people who have come to play games on the computer right and so here are the sound effects lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no! no! move-no-no-move- AAAHHHHH!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He kill me!' 'Well your an idiot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aaahhhh oh oh oh Sh--'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Someone die! I wanna play! Someone die! YAY!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on! Doesn't that sound fun lol! Betting you guys want to play as well. Anyway I think that I am going to have to end this post soon though lol! Oh and there's a song in my head and it's called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love Like This' SS501&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have that song in my head for a few days though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I loved BOF! It was an amazing drama. I have to say that Ji Hoo was so amazing. How could she reject that ring. In the end though I think that I thought that Gun Pyo wasn't that bad either but in the beginning he got to ma a lot. And Domi's 'Bummie' was amazingly sweet! A bit naughty and mean but I still loved him as well. Not as obsessed with him though. But cute. Wish that Ji Hoo and Jan Di got together though. Then let's end this random post with am amazing pic lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/46/09/106569064/1_962877923l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/46/09/106569064/1_962877923l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1346925698764467066?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1346925698764467066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/bof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1346925698764467066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1346925698764467066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/bof.html' title='BOF'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/S3EVMNqm7eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vMtWSk68p20/s72-c/3562657151_e2c4c859ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4987732568386399662</id><published>2010-01-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:54:41.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Songs ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I think that I have done this already before but it might have changes quite a lot thanks to Illiyeen's Influence lol! So here I won't write that much since I have done quite a few entries on these past few days lol. I think that now I am coming to school early you may end up see more of these lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Chipmunk- Look for Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2)JLS- One Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3) Jay Sean- Lights Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4) Jay Sean- Do You Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5) Justin Timberlake- Cry Me a River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6)Iyaz- Replay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7) Lady Gaga- Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8)3o!oh ft. Katy Perry- Starstruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;9)Rihanna- So Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;10)Saturdays- Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching JLS - One Shot last night on TV. I knew they had that song because Illiyeen had shown me ages ago I think but I never saw the actual thing. It is so good lol! I love the video though I think the tall ones top is something that's a bit girly. It doesn't look that gay on him though lol. Then the small one looks amazing in the beginning. Here watch lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="434" height="336" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d86e3a8cc414f398" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd86e3a8cc414f398%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D5230C3B6BBE9B59595BDC628EB42062F7DD5D9.52F7453EC449CC8C03B8CEF759C053CCAA1C1F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd86e3a8cc414f398%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56SPDERHWGPEeVlYJsjQ061gYWo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="434" height="336" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd86e3a8cc414f398%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D5230C3B6BBE9B59595BDC628EB42062F7DD5D9.52F7453EC449CC8C03B8CEF759C053CCAA1C1F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd86e3a8cc414f398%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56SPDERHWGPEeVlYJsjQ061gYWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4987732568386399662?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4987732568386399662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-top-songs-atm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4987732568386399662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4987732568386399662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-top-songs-atm.html' title='My Top Songs ATM'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5709895014613132329</id><published>2010-01-18T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:47:28.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let's get Ready to Rumble :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My mum is making me get up even earlier so that she can get to work on time but this though  is very annoying. You see I can just about get up early but the thing is the food/. I end up eating at about 6am and then I get hungry so quickly that my belly starts to rumble really loudly. I try so hard to stop it but I can't help but be hungry. I bought snacks to eat but then I left them at home so now it will happen again. Luckily this morning it's only R.E coz I have Illi on one side and M C on the other. Why does my stomach rumble so loudly anyway? It's horrid. I bet people can hear it but don't say anything because they are trying to be nice. Lucky me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and I found out that I like Kellogg's Mini Bites (Chocolate flavour). They are all crunchy and sweet and yummy and even sort of healthy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been watching &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'GLEE'&lt;/span&gt; the new programme on E4 but the thing is that it really isn't all that. It's sort of a messed up version of high school musical. I am continuing to watch it though because I just need something that I will watch from the beginning you know? I always start to watch something then stop again. I am going to try to be able to watch the whole series. It is sort of stupid to watch and at times I feel like turning it off. But I still like the songs that they sing. Except one time this girl called  Mercedes broke the guy she liked's car because he said the loved someone else. Then she started singing  a song about her breaking his car windows. I am guessing a song like that exists but who would sing that? The guy who is the main one I think is funnily cute. I mean he is so tall. It the last episode I watched this short director guy comes in and this happens:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: What's your problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director: My problem is that your so tall I feel like a woodland creature!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then whats really sweet is that after he decides to quit glee club because he doesn't like the director, the girl who likes him decides that they need to fire him if everyone quits. So then she says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: We don't need you anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director: What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Your fired. And by the way I'm taller than you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was really funny. She is actually quite short. She looks like the guys little baby or something but the director is even shorter than her so you can imagine why he felt like a woodland creature lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5709895014613132329?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5709895014613132329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5709895014613132329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5709895014613132329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html' title='Let&apos;s get Ready to Rumble :('/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-187083693388216933</id><published>2010-01-17T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:48:26.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzle'/><title type='text'>The Carrier....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I only ever had one good bag! I mean it. My amazing blue Dunlop bag lasted me like 3 years and then for the other half a year or so I have gone through 3 other bags. I guess since it is my fourth year at secondary it makes it one bag per year but still it's not fair. I got this new cheap bag that looks really nice. I love it but I know it won't last for it is only 8 pounds where as my Dunlop was 3o pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag has tons of pockets and is very useful. Came in three colours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1) Lilac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Hot Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the lilac one but my mum told me to take the black and so the black it is. I guess it looks way more better than the lilac but the colour was nice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have finally finished doing the 600 piece Santa clause jigsaw puzzle. It is so hard for its Santa and Santa wears all red so you don't know which piece goes where and also pieces can fit in more than one place. I will edit this post later since I am in school at the moment and add a picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-187083693388216933?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/187083693388216933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/carrier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/187083693388216933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/187083693388216933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/carrier.html' title='The Carrier....'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3716863776289028119</id><published>2010-01-17T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:48:42.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Chatty!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I had an amzingly fun conversation with Christina! Christina is my very first and longest best friend. Me and her met in nursury by the sand cooking thingy. Ever since then we ahve been in touch even though she moved before primary school was over and we go to different secondary schools. So anyway we were both on facebook and we were chatting. I guess I wanted to do A Dominique since she puts on all her convos I thought I mite copy her again lol! Soz Domi! But here take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is me and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; is christina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heya hows u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;im fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow ain't talked 2 ya in a lng tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yh&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv tlking 2 ya&lt;br /&gt;its fun lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the last time u tried to talk to me on cked me of the coputer&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;*computer&lt;br /&gt;*kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp messes up alot too&lt;br /&gt;i no rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;iwant a plle&lt;br /&gt;*apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww soz hun I've run out of them lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dontg wid my typing 2day&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;* dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;my typing has improoved tons xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;do mean like the speed i which u can type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh took me ages to type a wrd b4&lt;br /&gt;now it takes ages to type 10 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thats good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dya no hw to type?&lt;br /&gt;lyk widout seein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;umm.. lf and half&lt;br /&gt;* half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explen lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i try but if i type the wrong letter then i look at the keypad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I'm beginning to learn taht I can type two letter words without looking lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;two letter words&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah lyk if and to&lt;br /&gt;I can type is it without looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;practise makes perfect ehh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow ur so kwl lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooooooll&lt;br /&gt;oh why thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plezur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fb has lost our convo&lt;br /&gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still c our 1&lt;br /&gt;I'm gessin its ya comp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh it says: Couldn't retrieve chat history&lt;br /&gt;oh wait its back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lool&lt;br /&gt;silly girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:::)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im eating an apple :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh hav u herd Iyaz's new song Replay?&lt;br /&gt;and well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U desserve one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no loool&lt;br /&gt;thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh too bad I thought that u mite lyk it&lt;br /&gt;its the top numba one song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looll top number one song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hw can u not no it dow?&lt;br /&gt;everyone duz&lt;br /&gt;its a skill u posess int it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;awww lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wat skl?&lt;br /&gt;*skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not noin da numba one song&lt;br /&gt;no one can not no it but u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh loo&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loo?&lt;br /&gt;I was wandering lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought u needed to go to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;looooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;oh sonya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change my profile pic&lt;br /&gt;what pic should I use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let me seee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at ma poser pics and tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually 4get that&lt;br /&gt;I ahte them all&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i was ginna say the skool one&lt;br /&gt;*gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but then I looked at them&lt;br /&gt;ND THINK I'M A FRIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lool aww no ur not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh rite lol&lt;br /&gt;I need batta pics&lt;br /&gt;or to get a face transplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur face is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh I'll tell my self that after I cover it with a mask lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooool&lt;br /&gt;i wanna put a brown paper bag over my head one day it would be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;yeah then holes in the eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll join ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then drivewith it on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that u need one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lool&lt;br /&gt;* drive with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get arrested for causing an accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooool&lt;br /&gt;looooooooool&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;the police will join in&lt;br /&gt;the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you can tell the police that a paper bag came out of no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flew into ur face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooooooool&lt;br /&gt;like they beleive that theyll probably check my car fir drugs&lt;br /&gt;cos they think im high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and then u will ahve to explain that the white stuff is just facial powder lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool they still woudlnt beleive because of the paper bag incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessin that I will get arrested too because I'm in the same condition but you are the one driving for you are older than me by 28 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;yh&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still blame it on u though&lt;br /&gt;then I will feel sorry for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I will get myself arrested and join you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i will say u dared me to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say taht shes older and I had to listen to my olders lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooool&lt;br /&gt;then i will have nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;then I will go back to the guilty comment and ahve to join you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then ill bribe them to let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I will be still stuck in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey thats not fair lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dn't laugh&lt;br /&gt;i will get you anning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extra n is fro effect lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dont worry at night i will come and visit u and help u to escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah with a tea spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooooooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am going to have dirt in my invisible nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an idea!&lt;br /&gt;Then I will tell the prison guard that you are helping me to escape for your evil drug dealing and he will put you back into jail&lt;br /&gt;then I will dig another hole and escape with the teaspoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow our convo is really funny&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it&lt;br /&gt;hang on lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied it I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it worked&lt;br /&gt;it even ahs the times&lt;br /&gt;but not sure if thats relevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooool&lt;br /&gt;yh&lt;br /&gt;thats wat u get for copy and pasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what it takes up 6 pages on word lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did we tlk that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;watta waste&lt;br /&gt;umm i dunno&lt;br /&gt;let me havea look&lt;br /&gt;yes we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thnking of putting it up for the world to see mwahaha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;go on then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put it on my blog but no one luks at it :(&lt;br /&gt;our lovely stories gone to waste lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;lool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz I was reading out our convo&lt;br /&gt;It's actually qwuite funni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lyk u with all your typos and trying to wrk out what your sayin lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooll theres something wrong with my keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah u keep making excuses lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yh y fingers are jus all over the place 2day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat ya do to them?&lt;br /&gt;u cn't even slepp my lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;wat happend to ur typing&lt;br /&gt;wats slepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut it that was once&lt;br /&gt;and I meant spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch the l with the p and you get it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;excuses&lt;br /&gt;looooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good at prooving ma point am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NO but with practise u will get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol thanks 4 da tip lol&lt;br /&gt;you sound lyk a fortune cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loooooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a fortune cookie&lt;br /&gt;they r tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eat you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looooooooooooooooolll oh noooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crunch crunch lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were yummy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur welcome lol&lt;br /&gt;anytime u wanna be eaten let me no lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;lets make that sme time next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the new and improved cookie monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&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/6614222560611940451-3716863776289028119?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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No one seemed to have been in this room for maybe years. To tell the truth I swore that no one was meant to even stay in this building, but I knew otherwise. Minny. She was kept in an orphanage for nearly all her 16 years of life. Abuse, Pain, Destruction, she had seen and felt it all. I never even knew a girl like her existed. She was said to be in hiding from us for 10 months now. We weren't dangerous but she had heard otherwise and kept her distance. I was asked to bring her in. I was asked to let her stay in my home until people could find her a more suitable place. I obviously hated the idea. Why should some street girl live in my house. But I regret ever saying that. Here she sits in front of me. I watched her struggle to get to the farthest part of the room to keep herself from me. Her breathing was heavy. She was frightened. She was skinny but very beautiful. Her dark black hair and her pale light brown skin was attracting me in ways I never imagined. I needed to get a hold of myself but how could I? Those big brown eyes were staring intently at me and she fluttered her long eyelashes. The torch light put on her hurt her eyes. I slowly turned it off. I knew then that she couldn't see anything. She was rubbing her eyes like a little baby about to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I walked towards her. I made sure that my foot steps were silent. I didn't want her to notice me getting closer. She looked in the direction of the door which I understood meant that she thought that I was gone. I pinned my self to one of the walls so that maybe she could relax a bit. Her eyes began to clear and luckily the shadows kept me hidden. Her hands supported her as she rose. She stood. She was actually tall. Not taller than me but still tall. She slowly walked towards the door. I started to walk behind her. Minny looked so fragile yet I couldn't help but mess with her a little. I had no intentions to harm her at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Within a few moments everything went intense. We both heard a creak that didn't belong to either of us. The Labourers were here and if they found her she would die and I would be kept to help them. As soon as I noticed the sound I put one hand over her mouth to cover the scream that I knew was coming and another hand around her waist. I pulled her into the farthest corner and hid her away so that my body covered hers. She was crouched into a little ball and was shaking uncontrollably. I covered every art of her keeping her away from any harm. My black leather jacket kept us hidden. She was cold. I held her. Shivers went down my spine the first time I touched her. She was ice cold, though her skin was soft. After she got used to the warmth of my body , she automatically pulled her self closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;His body was so much warmer than I expected. I knew he wanted to kill me but at this moment I needed warmth and he provided it very well. I grabbed a handful of the fabrics covering his body and used it to pull me closer. I dug my head deep within the fabrics and just inhaled. I listened carefully for the creaks. It meant that someone else was coming to kill me and I could do nothing but to hide. I didn't understand why he was covering me. Did he understand the fact that he could get out rather than get caught by the Labourers. His heart was beating and I could hear it perfectly. Thump. Thump. Thump. Every beat was steady. He didn't seem worried at all. He seemed so sure that the labourers won't find us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The creaking stopped and then the Labourers started talking in their language. I couldn't understand a word of it but 'he' seemed to. His head rose and he looked toward the direction of the door. I looked in the direction too not knowing what to expect. The voices continued but they were slowly fading. The guy relaxed and just sat next to me on the floor. I didn't understand at all. He wore a plain shirt with torn jeans. They had stains on the knees from where he had obviously leaned against the floor. His black hair covered one of his eyes. He was.......handsome? I don't know the right word but he looked angelic as well. I wasn't scared around him and so I relaxed as well. I loosened the grip of my arms round my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;''You alright, hun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I didn't want to answer with words. I knew he wouldn't kill me but I still had to figure out why he was like this. I just did a little nod and continued to stare down. One of his legs were touching me and his arm remained behind my back. I tried to shift but I was already in my corner pressed against the wall. I couldn't move without jumping over him so I stayed put. His hand behind me started to wander. I moved forward a little to keep it from touching me. He laughed. He was messing around with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything after that went by so fast. It seemed like I already had fallen in love with a guy though only a few minutes had passed. As I moved he grabbed my arm with his warm touch. I got pulled back into his chest. His hands went from my face down to my chest. He kept his hand right on top of where my heart seemed to be. He just stayed still for a couple of moments and I kept my eyes glued on to him. He then looked up and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;''Your heart beat is so fast. Here feel mine''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He was right. My hand was placed on his chest and there was a light steady beat. He snickered at the confusion in my face. I was falling for him and he knew that better than anyone. He slowly let his hands wander along my cheek bones then to my neck where he let his hands rest. I looked up at him and then his lips moved closer and closer and I didn't try to protest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We were one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1717606161253385583?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1717606161253385583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-to-heart-mini-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1717606161253385583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1717606161253385583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-to-heart-mini-story.html' title='Heart to Heart (A Mini Story)'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7851188979860520443</id><published>2009-12-19T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:55:11.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Top Songs ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; heard quite a few new songs and I like some of them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; actually. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; I never thought that I would like some of them but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I listened to then so much that now I can't even resist but to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; them in my top &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play list&lt;/span&gt; so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1)Gucci Mane ft. Usher- Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2)Justin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt;- One Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3)Alexandra Burke- Broken Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4)3OH!3 ft. Katy Perry- Starstruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esmee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Denters&lt;/span&gt;- Admit It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; though because it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and stuff I have a few old songs is my head that I really like at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cascada&lt;/span&gt;- Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey- All I Want for Christmas is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the recent songs that are not new though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;- Million Dollar Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9) Jay Sean- Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;10)Young Soul Rebels- I Got Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7851188979860520443?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7851188979860520443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-songs-atm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7851188979860520443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7851188979860520443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-songs-atm.html' title='Top Songs ATM'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6464326691951045030</id><published>2009-12-06T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:39:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Trust Love?</title><content type='html'>I am not trying to go against what I believe in or anything but i wanted to see some weird statistics about love. I thought it would be nice to do another random entry. I think the last Random one I did was the one about what women want from men well here are a few statistics with my comments right underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1) 76% or Russian women believe themselves to be in love yet only 61% of Russian men believe themselves to be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Does the Russian bit have any difference? I guess this mean that girls are easier to play then men are. But I mean some of the men think that the one they love doesn't love them and I bet men also feel that admitting to love is being a sissy so they don't do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)There are a lot of divorces going on but only 12% of those who are married thought that they would be getting a divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess that divorces are not something a couple can predict. I bet though that the ones who thought like that were already having affairs and stuff. I guess that you should try your best to find the one you are meant to be with but you can make mistakes as well and that is natural. I guess that you shouldn't rush into marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3) 10% of people leave their spouses to marry the people they are having an affair with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People are sluts! I get that you might not love someone but to love someone else while your with someone is just a crime. At least they got married to that person though and didn't go looking for another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4) You burn 26 calories when you kiss for a minute non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Does that mean that if you kiss non-stop all your life you would be anorexic? I mean is that being anorexic. You know trying to get yourself thinner? I don't think that I will kiss that much when I am older. I think that it will be hard to breath. But is this statistic trying to say 'Pucker Up coz you'll loose calories!'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE STATISTICS ARE NOT FOR CHILDREN TO READ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5)43% of married Australian men have sex at least 2 times a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is disgusting! I mean sex is to have once for the baby and no more. It is not to be used as a pleasure thing. I bet that the people they have sex with are not always their wives! They are horrid. How can the percentage be so high? I don't think they have any shame. And does the fact that their Australian matter? To me it doesn't I bet they have it much more that 2 times. Poor girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) 26% of Australian single men have sex at least 2 times a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THEY ARE SINGLE!!!!!! They should get married and then do it with the person they love not with some prostitutes! How can this even be? Don't they have better things to do like to work for example. This is such a bad example for their future kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) French people have sex 130 times a year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am just going to let the statistic say the comment for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8)There is 35% chance of getting ill if you are unhappy with your marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hoped for this number to be much greater. The larger this number is the more it shows that people actually care. They do not just act bad for they are sluts but they broke their marriage by something they could not control. I feel sorry for people with a broken marriage but at times it is good to break it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you lot found this entry interesting. Next time you think about what shall happen to our love lives. &lt;s&gt;I bet they will be great though but I hope I don't jinx it!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6464326691951045030?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6464326691951045030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-trust-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6464326691951045030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6464326691951045030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-trust-love.html' title='Do You Trust Love?'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4724005604807593807</id><published>2009-12-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:40:48.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gonna Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know I'm only doing this bcoz Domi did her one again and since I put some new songs on I thought that it would be fun to do it again lol! So I guess I should write down the instructions and stuff lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) Put your Ipod or other music player on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2)For each question press the next button to get your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3)YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) Tag friends who may enjoy doing this as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1) If someone says "Is this Okay" you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't Worry- Appleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2) What would best describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe- Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3) What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beggin-Madcon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4) What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You have been Loved-George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5) What is your Motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faith-George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6) What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Start of Something New- High School Musical Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7) What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dream-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8) What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lonely-Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;9) What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stronger- S Club 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;10) What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Broken Strings- Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;11) What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love Me Tender -Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;12) What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I miss you-Basshunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;13) What will you dance to (hear) at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shakespeare's (Way with Words)- One True Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;14) What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home- Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;15) What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precious-Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;16) What's your Hobby/Interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shark in the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;17) What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ooh La La-Goldfrapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;18) What is the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shape-Sugarbabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;19) How will you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What's not to like -Hannah Montanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;20) What is the one thing you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(You're the)Devil in Disguise-Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;21) What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't Stop Movin'-S Club 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;22) What makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I Can't Take My Eyes Off You- High School Musical Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;23) Will you ever get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hot'nCold- Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;24) What scares you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hot in Herre- Tiga ft. Jake Shears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;25) Does anyone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Damaged-Plummet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;26) If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Breakout-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;27) What hurts right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ride It- Jay Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;28) What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gonna Change The World -S Club 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today I actually got a hair cut. I have it quite short at the front then longer at the back. I have noticed that when I am putting my hair in a pony tail the short bits come out and then because they are wavy they look really good! I love it like this. I am not allowed to blow dry my hair unless I have to. So this is the style that I will have to do for now lol. It doesn't look different unless you actually see it in a pony tail lol! KK oh and about the quiz. Well lots of them actually make sense. The ones like Numbers 1,5,10,11,13,14,22. The one that makes sense but is so not true is the friends one. I mean 'Ooo La la'. I get my friends are pretty and all and that maybe tons of boys may look at them and think that but I'm a girl and so are not into them in that way lol! You know what? I will comment on the ones that make sense lol. I will re-write them below then comment lol! This is going to be such a long entry. Sorry Dominique and maybe even Illiyeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1) If Someone Says "Is This Okay?" You say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't Worry- Appleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well this one worked out really good for the first one lol. I mean its like something I would say. I would probably say "Don't Worry, you look great" Talking in the clothes aspect of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5)What's Your Motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Faith- George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have tons of George Michael songs on my Ipod. Not because I like him but because I needed to test that my Itunes worked on my Ipod so I put it on as a tester CD and then plugged my Ipod in and saw if it worked or not and guess what? IT DID! lol! Well I think that everyone should have Faith in them selves but I guess you shouldn't get big headed lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;10)What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Broken Strings- Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have shamely forgotten who sung this song with Nelly Furtado. I don't even know if this is how you spell her name but i can't be bothered to check lol. You see this song was downloaded meaning that it didn't say the CD details on it lol! I would not like to be broken strings for it would be boring but it worked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;11)What do you think when you see the Person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love Me Tender- Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This worked brilliantly! I mean its true. If I liked a guy I would want the guy to love me tenderly. I guess everyone would though right? I have Elvis Presley on my Ipod because I have just downloaded all the CD'S I own on to my Itunes so now when I sink my Ipod I can't be bothered to check all the ones I want so I just say to add them all lol! These just end up being on it. When my Ipod space runs out George Michael and Some of Elvis Presley's songs are going off my Ipod lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;13) I can't be bothered to write it out or to comment but no matter what song it would have been it would have made sense and same with number 14) too! Sorry lol! Here I'll do the last one though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;22)What makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I Can't Take my Eyes Off You- High School Musical Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The funny thing is that this seems like a love story. you know when the girl want the guy of her dreams but then the guy's girlfriend tells her that the guy is her's and so she should leave him alone. So then she starts to cry and get heartbroken because she knows that he won't go out of her head and she ends up being unable to keep her eyes off him lol! Or I guess it could be the other way round. I mean the boy could love the girl but the girl could be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I think that it's a crime to keep this entry going so long lol! I shall stop now lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4724005604807593807?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4724005604807593807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/gonna-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4724005604807593807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4724005604807593807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/gonna-change-world.html' title='Gonna Change the World'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5969929614390924941</id><published>2009-11-30T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:06:13.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Wicked Weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you already know me Illiyeen and Dominique are going to Wood Green today and so it should be fun you know but the weather doesn't seem to be with us on this. Well it isn't that bad. It's going to rain until around 12ish and then it should be over with. But its going to be a bit chilly. Hopefully though it won't rain that much. I don't mind the cold at all. Actually I sort of like it but I hate rain. I mean especially because I have glasses right. They get all wet and smudgy then you can't do anything about it until you get home and go to the special wipes and stuff. Stupid thingys. Plus my hair goes all wavy and horrid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope that we have fun. We should but I don't know what will happen but Illiyeen's coming so she should give us both a laugh lol! Even if it's not fun we'll make it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5969929614390924941?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5969929614390924941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/wicked-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5969929614390924941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5969929614390924941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/wicked-weather.html' title='Wicked Weather!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1478239115987563405</id><published>2009-11-29T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:04:06.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>My Top 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know that this might be a very random video but hey this is whats in my head in the minute anyway. Yeah so in my head I have two songs that I just can't get enough of at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; moment. One of these songs I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guessing&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dominique&lt;/span&gt; will know. It's from the cartoon Disney film 'Oliver and Company' It's like a cartoon of the old play film thingy 'Oliver' and this one is done about a cat who is a orphan so finds a gang of dogs. Really cute and an amazing film. So anyway I'm not going to write that much at all this time just will let you guys enjoy the song! Here ya go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="404" height="321" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c520be461b5f0aa8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc520be461b5f0aa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F13CF3E33C281FCCB9D0F690B0F528F15333A2A.52D80F648622516C076E0FD50A6A1F39892A29D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc520be461b5f0aa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DieuIocUZwkMCvMU1SbmbqkB-bY4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="404" height="321" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc520be461b5f0aa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F13CF3E33C281FCCB9D0F690B0F528F15333A2A.52D80F648622516C076E0FD50A6A1F39892A29D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc520be461b5f0aa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DieuIocUZwkMCvMU1SbmbqkB-bY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah so that song is so cool and if I was a girl dog (not a bitch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) then I would have so fallen for the dog. Yeah it's true he could have been the one. So that leads me on to my next favourite. So everyone knows that I'm like a Disney Channel fanatic so there is this new Hannah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Montana&lt;/span&gt; episode. This one is different than the other ones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's about one hour long. It is so cool. It'd how she has a boyfriend and then ends up falling for this other guy while she has the boyfriend. She falls for the other guy because he helps her to write a song for her boyfriend. But then when she sings the song to her boyfriend she ends up thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the other guy instead. Then she gets really upset and confused. She then gets told to listen to her heart. Suddenly like fate the picture of the guy who isn't her boyfriend falls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;onto&lt;/span&gt; her lap. Then she goes up to the other guy and tells him that she loves her boyfriend too much to be with him. So sweet! So here's the song that they write, it's also the name of the episode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="421" height="322" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea72cf5edd2d4acf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea72cf5edd2d4acf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FA300E721372F6408BB766FF141C2E6F43C5541.499EB7E63C4C5E2204F969E2EE5377DFE8F2ACF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea72cf5edd2d4acf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-BG0zZipwXYYyKwigukfxYSdSHg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="421" height="322" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea72cf5edd2d4acf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FA300E721372F6408BB766FF141C2E6F43C5541.499EB7E63C4C5E2204F969E2EE5377DFE8F2ACF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea72cf5edd2d4acf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-BG0zZipwXYYyKwigukfxYSdSHg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1478239115987563405?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1478239115987563405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-top-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1478239115987563405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1478239115987563405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-top-2.html' title='My Top 2'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2960369524026246880</id><published>2009-11-28T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:46:22.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Control!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yeah so you won't guess what? Me and Illi and Domi are planning a trip to the cinema and stuff for Monday! I am so excited! I'm like all &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'YAAAAAAAYYYYY'&lt;/span&gt;. If you read my previous entries then you might already know how much my friends really mean to me! I love going out with them. I guess this may seem really girly but I don't know what to wear. I have so many clothes but I don't want to wear anything that they have seen before that much. I also can't look too dressy. Though then I can't look too scruffy either! Oh being a girl is so hard. I mean guys can just but on a T-Shirt they found on the floor and pants that were in the wash and go for they know its just gonna get messy anyway. Totally sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I am trying to figure out what time everyone should do things. You see Illiyeen is more of a sleep in till 12 type since she never sleeps on weekends before one. Or on school days for that matter. OK anyway I am thinking that to be able to get to the bus stop by 11 we should plan it. 11 seems like an amazing time since you know it lets us do things our way. Yeah so then I am thinking that leaving Illiyeen's house about.......let's do this another way. Dominique should leave her house at around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10:10&lt;/span&gt;. That way she should get to Illi's around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10:30&lt;/span&gt; or maybe a bit longer in case of traffic. Then they can have their amazing stroll together to my house. This could take about 10 to 15 minutes. Then we should be able to get to the bus stop by around &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10:50&lt;/span&gt; which would leave us about 10 minutes to wait for the bus and then be on it by &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11:00&lt;/span&gt;. Yay I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of various things for my outfit. I haven't worn blue jeans around that much so my nice blue jeans should be good. Then what sort of top should I wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) Waist Coat with a plain T-Shirt?&lt;br /&gt;2) T-Shirt with a jumper?&lt;br /&gt;3) Leggings and a Skirt with a stripy T-Shirt?&lt;br /&gt;4) Leggings with a jumper dress thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5) Nothing!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so number one is comfortable, its smart, it is casual. T-Shirt with a jumper in casual but what if I get hot? I will have to take off the whole jumper and then ruin my hair. Leggings will make my legs get cold and are not good if it rains. My friends haven't seen me in a skirt so would have wanted to show them but too cold again. Jumper dress won't have anything underneath it so if I get hot I will have to by myself a fan lol! Then the last one......well I don't think my parents all my friends will like it. And its a bit too revealing for moi! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am hoping to phone Domi and Illi and get their views so anyway hopefully I will look good! Should I bring my camera? I don't know if I should or not! I don't have any nice pics of the three of us going out. I have pics of me and Domi out and of the three of us outside my house but other than that I am out of ideas lol! Fine I will do like Domi and not write that much lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2960369524026246880?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2960369524026246880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2960369524026246880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2960369524026246880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/control.html' title='Control!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1413936060920655995</id><published>2009-11-20T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:44:50.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Amusant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amusant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah well I am apologizing again for not writing in this blog for a long time but luckily I am still doing it. You see today I thought that I was going to have a really bad day. Lot's of homeworks were due which I didn't know how to give in. Yeah so i had English, Maths, Chemistry and even R.E due. I knew I was screwed. I finished my Chemistry the night before though so that was good but still I had three left. I then rushed R.E in the night too getting two done. I knew that I had to do maths and English in the morning. So I went really early to do the maths. I just finished the maths when Dominique came and said that she needed to go to her locker. I then went with her to print out my R.E and then went to lockers. We went to form together. I then noticed half way through form that I didn't do my English. So Then I grabbed my 'View from a bridge' book and started to read. You see Mr.B doesn't like us doing our homework in form. He walked over and saw Illiyeen doing her homework and told her to put it away. Then he looked at me and then just didn't say anything! So lucky!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got all three periods done when it was break time. Thulazi then reminded me that I needed to hand in my Physics in the morning and that I didn't do it. So I grabbed my physics and then did the homework on the floor of the locker area. I finished it really quickly thanks to Dominique! Go Dominique lol! Yeah so then Everything after that went fine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had private study after lunch. I went to it and hanged around with Afrosa and Majida. We had such an amazing time! I mean it! You see one day Afrosa hurt her foot because of her shoe. I then told her that it wasn't becasue of her shoe and that it was because of her socks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Why would it have anything to do with my socks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Um....because they are purple. Everyone knows that you shouldn't wear purple socks. It's a bad colour for socks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Afrosa: Why is it a bad colour for socks?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: It can curse you and that's why you're feet are now hurting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah that debate went on and then today we continued it! It started like this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hows your feet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Yeah they're alright now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You shouldn't have worn purple socks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Why are you against purple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I'm not against purple!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Afrosa :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Pointing to Majida's purple coat)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So do you hate this coat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Of course not! I have that coat in the same colour at home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Afrosa: Then why are you against purple socks?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Purple isn't a colour for socks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Afrosa:&lt;/span&gt; (Pointing to my textiles outfit sketch that happened to be purple) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You're drawing purple outfits then why not socks? I'm going to draw purple socks on that model!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: No! Because socks don't go with skirts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: I don't only wear purple socks you know! I wear all coloured ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Well, that's OK as long as you don't wear purple socks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Grrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was such a funny conversation. Then Majida got some paper and then Afrosa started drawing on it. She got out an orange pen from Majida's pencil case. We then had an argument about that lol:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You should draw orange socks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: I like orange socks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: It's a nice colour for socks and the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: No, the sun is yellow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: No! The sun is orange!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: No you would draw a yellow sun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah but that's like saying the sun is pink!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: The sun is pink I guess, when there is a sunset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: yeah so then why can't the sun be orange?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Fine! The sun is golden! Alright?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah because Gold is a mix of yellow and orange!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She then drew a cat and then drew a rabbit! I told her that her rabbit looked weird. She got angry with me then told me to draw a rabbit. I drew an amazing rabbit and Afrosa and Majida said that it was really cute. Then Afrosa ruined it by colouring it in in different colours. She coloured the ears pink purple and orange. She then coloured the top part of the head green and then the bottom part of the head blue and pink. It looked disgusting. The colouring was bad too lol! Then she made it have red eyes and then made hair come out from the eye balls and then called then 'eyelashes':&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Those are not eye lashes. They are coming out of the eye. It just has a hairy eye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: You have eyelashes too you know!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah I know. They are long-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Majida: Yeah they are actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: Wow, they're huge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah, but I have eyelids. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afrosa: FINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She drew in some but it looked horrid. I hated it lol! Then sadly time was up and I had to go. I went to R.E. It was an alright lesson that went quite fast now that I think about it. It was really funny after it finished though. SX was going out. Then Mr.B2 was giving out his last 2 french pastie things. Then SX asked if he could have one. Sir said yes and then SX took it all happy. We all were telling him that he didn't deserve it and stuff. Then he took a bite of it after giving a cheeky grin. Suddenly his face shriveled a bit. He said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'This is actually really disgusting'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all started laughing while he was carrying around this bitten french Pastie. We found it so funny. SX even had it on his face and I had to tell him so he could wipe it off. Funny him. Yeah so the day went really nice near the end. Really cool times!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1413936060920655995?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1413936060920655995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/amusant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1413936060920655995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1413936060920655995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/amusant.html' title='Amusant!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1465477940298346035</id><published>2009-11-11T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:01:58.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really sorry that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; slowed down &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; on my blogging but to tell you the truth I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been doing quite well with keeping up and stuff. Well as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dominique&lt;/span&gt; I have also had my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; jab thingy. Yeah well the area where the needle went in has gone all red and sore and it really hurts if I put layers on.For example I can't put on my coat without my arm really hurting. If the other two jabs are worse, then please tell the following to my parents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Sonya has died due to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; to go through immense pain due to her being poisoned. We wanted to tell you about her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; earlier but she thought it was normal. She wants you to give all the 110 cuddly toys to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suraj's&lt;/span&gt; little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rohan's&lt;/span&gt;. And the tenner that she has locked in her purse is your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; gift. She loves you'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know what that letter made me miss my parents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anyhu&lt;/span&gt;, I have no idea what to say in the rest of this post. Should I say any more? Well I guess I should right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I did quite well on my first maths test and was quite proud. All my Physics &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; have been graded with A and A+'s so I am really happy about that. Failed my recent maths test. Luckily though practically the whole school did except &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; and the nerds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! So I am going to improve on the next one hopefully!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah and I have finished making my textiles skirt. You see I was so behind because I kept on getting the darts of my skirt wrong. Then I just gave up totally! Yeah so then they came out crappy. After I did all my darts and was going to go on to my zip I noticed that my darts were done on the wrong side. I had to unpick it all then do it again. After that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharu&lt;/span&gt; helped me to do my zip. I got that done quite quickly actually. Then Miss said that I should do the edges then sew the two parts together then it would be fine. I did that and guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;IT FITS PERFECTLY!&lt;/span&gt; I am so happy. You see other people had to change the skirt because it was too big and stuff but I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thulazi's&lt;/span&gt; amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well my arm hurts now so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bubbi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1465477940298346035?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1465477940298346035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1465477940298346035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1465477940298346035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8042518088993352120</id><published>2009-11-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:37:15.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Christmas Came Early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Came Early!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was a really good day. For once the sun was shining. Well I woke up this morning and asked my nan what the plan for the day was. This is the answer I got:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Eat, sleep, Eat and sleep again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I don't know about you but when the sun is shining you want to go out right? Yeah so I asked my nan if we could go shopping. She wasn't up for it since she just went food shopping yesterday. But I already knew a few things that she didn't get. She didn't get any ice cream and I needed a notepad. Then she gave in and said she needed to get some chocolate and then we planned going to tescos! We asked my mum if she was going to go but she said that she had a lot of work to do so couldn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and my Nan got ready and stuff then got into the car. My nan was telling me about a nightmare she had had last night. It was about me being a little baby. Well about two three years old. And then in those days I would have this little red coat and matching shoes and stuff. So she saw me playing around and my Mum told my nan to look after me. Then I ran away and my nan couldn't find me. Then she saw this crowd of people. She asked a man what was going on and then the man said that someone left their child and she had an accident. My nan hurried towards the crowd to see me in the corner of an alleyway with blood coming out of my mouth, looking at her with my big brown eyes. My nan got really scared. Poor her. But I'm fine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the car I also asked her if I could buy the Hannah Montana Movie soundtrack. There is this song in there that I wanted my Mum to hear. See in the movie she only has a Dad since her Mum died so she sings this song for her dad! Take a listen, since I cry about this song knowing that it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may have been like that if I had a Dad but my Mum did all these things for me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a97a875aca624859" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da97a875aca624859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D4A72298DAED49A92E258925236A80A1309F708.53B80DECDFBEC5EACE10223DF8F290FC8B07723A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da97a875aca624859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3wWt91t6p7geLjSr1nsaqa1wU4Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da97a875aca624859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D4A72298DAED49A92E258925236A80A1309F708.53B80DECDFBEC5EACE10223DF8F290FC8B07723A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da97a875aca624859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3wWt91t6p7geLjSr1nsaqa1wU4Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah so I wanted that soundtrack and my nan being as angel as always said yes. So we got to tescos and then I found a black and blue A4 hardback notepad and I took it. Then we went to the CD section and I found the soundtrack easily and I got it. Then me and my nan passed the clothing section when right at the front she saw a red coat. It looked like a adult version of the one I used to wear when I was a baby. She told me to try it on and the colour looked bright but nice on me but I hated the design. Then we found a really nice one that looked like a dress coat kinda thing. Bad thing was that it wasn't red, it was a dark Purple colour but I liked this one a lot and my nan said it suited me. It was really expensive at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;£35&lt;/span&gt;. My black coat was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;£10&lt;/span&gt; at a designer store. Yeah so the picture below is actually the exact coat from the tescos website lol! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But don't copy me!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah then my nan got our whole family a celebrations box. Not only that she got me my ice cream and some chocolate fingers and some maltesers! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clothingattesco.com/content/ebiz/clothingattesco/invt/bt921038m/bt921038_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;So I had my Christmas a bit early! But hey festive holidays lol!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8042518088993352120?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8042518088993352120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-came-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8042518088993352120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8042518088993352120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-came-early.html' title='Christmas Came Early!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4438468710562085109</id><published>2009-11-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:20:32.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Drama Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drama Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I didn't post this entry earlier since it happened yesterday, but I had to do my English Essay homework. I have to hand it in &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;! I guess by the time you get that I am writing this from school. Yeah well I thought I should write this entry since I have finally finished my English and I have half an hour till the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see yesterday in Drama I had quite a bit of fun. We are going to see a play on Tuesday after school. Yeah so Mrs.H gave us an extract of the play and then told us to read it together as a group. I played Rachel the girl who loved the man everyone hated. Well yeah and Hannah played this wife of a man. Funnily though the character didn't say anything except one line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Would you like to finish your Pickled Apricots Mr.Brady?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was it. Me and Martha just ended up laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a song in the script that started with the line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Gimme a one night Romance'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered the song of ABBA you know 'Gimme Gimme' and then Mrs.H ended up singing the line with the ABBA tune. It was actually quite funny! We even suggested that she did a whole remake of the Abba song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not all that happened. You see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; is a very tall but quite skinny guy. And then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; is a medium guy that is really tall. Then B actually charged at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; and then jumped and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; caught him in his arms. Like you know when lovers pick each other up and sweep them off their feet, yeah well he did that. I mean&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;actually picked him up and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Awwwwww my hero!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed even Miss. Then&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started trying to throw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; out of the window. I Had quite a lot of fun moments this time. But then what happened was that our fun went down the drain since the whole group noticed that all the brilliant Ideas we got for our play wouldn't all connect together. That's why it all went really annoying towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4438468710562085109?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4438468710562085109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4438468710562085109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4438468710562085109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-fun.html' title='Drama Fun!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7750293895688336890</id><published>2009-11-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:33:23.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Special A</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Special A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that you guys already know that during the half term beside from doing my Horrid English I have also watched a anime series. So as the title says it's called Special A. It is probably one of the &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Anime series I have&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVER SEEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I love it so much! Ok so I will tell you guys the story and why I like it and stuff so that in the future if I ever read this post I may watch it again lol. So just to give you an Idea of what the Anime looks like here you go all the characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://supersakii.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/supesharu-ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok, so to go over the character so you guys all know who I'm talking about lol!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hikari Hanazono-&lt;/span&gt; This is the main girl in the front. You know the one with the cool black hair all swishy and stuff! Very pretty!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kei Takishima-&lt;/span&gt; This is the guy leaning on Hikari in the middle. He sort of has a weird light brown hair. He's the main guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tadashi Karino-&lt;/span&gt; Now this is the one who is next to Hikari and Kei with the dark brown hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Akira Toudou-&lt;/span&gt; She's the girl on top of Tadashi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ryuu Tsuji-&lt;/span&gt; He's the one with what's mean to be green hair but looks weird on the picture. He is standing next to Hikari.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jun Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boy)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Megumi Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(girl)&lt;/span&gt; - Their the last two.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah the story is about Hikari. She has got trained by her Dad since she was a baby. She is actually good at anything. She can fight, study, write, read and so on. When she was a kid she was convinced that she would never be beaten in her whole life then Kei comes along. He is even better than her at everything. All her life though Hikari makes it her goal to beat him once! She even decided to go to the same school as him to compete with him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n123/lostty_2006/SpecialA-05-Large26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the school that they go to there is a system called the 'Special A'. This is when the top Seven pupils get to skip all their lessons and study by themselves on whatever they pleasure. They have a whole greenhouse for their club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n123/lostty_2006/untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they all hang out there and Kei and Hikari always compete. Then Kei starts to fall in love with Hikari. Everyone around them notices the way he feels about her but she is a bit daft. She doesn't notice at all and just tells them that 'he is my rival'. Then one day Kei gets really angry with her for something and she decides that she wants to make him happier. So then someone tells her that she should kiss him. She never thought it would work but then she tries it anyway as a last resort. Though she only does it on the cheek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://getlazy.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/speciala09-00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Kei gets all weird. He says 'OK then you watch I shall no longer hold back'. He is talking about his love for her but she doesn't get it. After days of him trying to scare her and stuff sadly Kei and Family have to move to London. Then Hikari gets so sad that she notices that she loves him. Then she gets on a plane to London with all her friends and stuff. Then they all have to fight off the security people to get to him. Lastly they end the whole series with a lovely ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img3.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire2/ca8e2c2cb3df673726ea6f565385d8441230996602_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So yeah it rocks and I love it lol! I like the pics too. I didn't even need to print screen. People Had already taken the shots I needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7750293895688336890?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7750293895688336890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7750293895688336890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7750293895688336890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/special.html' title='Special A'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2456266969018999205</id><published>2009-10-29T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:51:47.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What Women want in Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do Women want in Men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that my entries were too much based on my Now life and I haven't had a random entry in a while so here it is a lovely Random Entry. I guess the title says everything so yeah. You see I was wandering what the perfect guy would be like when we are older and gonna look for Huzzies lol! Yeah so this list is what 'Women' in General want from a guy or want a guy to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Men who are willing to makes fools of themselves to show how much they want to be with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Men who are persistent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Men who only have eyes for one woman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Men who keep their promises regardless of circumstances. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Men who do the loving thing even when it hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Men who esteem themselves not because of worldly accomplishments but in the accomplishment of loving another deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) Men who really listen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) Men who would tell the truth, risk hurting our feelings, and fight with us rather than withdraw and brush issues under the rug to preserve peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) Men who are realists. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) Men who want us till death do us part. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe some of these are true but personally I don't agree with all of them 100%. I don't want my husband to act like a fool. I want him to be serious but have a fun side and a cheeky side. Once in a while getting embarrassed is sehr sweet! Again I don't want a man that is that persistent, it would get really annoying after a bit! I mean it will be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; (Holding the door open) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: No it's OK after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Him: No I insist you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: No you go first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Him: Really, you can go first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: No! You are going first and that's THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that just gets totally annoying though I would probably walk through and just say thank you lol! I totally agree with number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I want him to stay with me and not have the hots for anyone else, though him liking celebs are alright but they have to be out of his league lol &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to keep any promises he makes no matter what. I don't want any one who gets my hopes up and then lets it crash. I want my guy to do the loving thing but I do want him to have to suffer just for me. I want us to love each other, not I love you and you hurt me. Deeply in love is a really strong thing. He shouldn't think about worldly stuff that much unless he talks along side me. Listening is a very good quality and so I am totally for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a really weird one. I don't want him to continue hurting me though. I would like him to tell me the truth. But fight with me? I probably would never have the courage to fight with him. If he wants to start a fight I'll call Illiyeen! So he's gonna have to go through it with her. I don't want my husband to be a total realist. I want him to imagine stuff too! I know for a fact that there are going to be times when he needs to think practically but not all the time, coz that's just totally boring! The last one is a must! I want him to love me for me and no one else! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not the only ones I found but the next one is one that I agree with 100%&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dunno if this may change when I'm older but for now this would do lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.) Optimistic and Great Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;2.) Faithful/Loyal and Committed&lt;br /&gt;3.) Great Communication Skills&lt;br /&gt;4.) Respect You and Treat You as an Equal Partner&lt;br /&gt;5.) Affectionate, Sensitive, and Romantic&lt;br /&gt;6.) Appreciative and Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;7.) Love You Just the Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;8.) Financially Responsible&lt;br /&gt;9.) Passionate about Life&lt;br /&gt;10.) Confident and Competent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wrote a lot of words but you know pictures can also do the trick so here is the picture version of the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397985354313532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sul_FHqegyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sKtOq68RjXg/s320/Stylish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh Yeah! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2456266969018999205?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2456266969018999205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-women-want-in-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2456266969018999205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2456266969018999205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-women-want-in-men.html' title='What Women want in Men'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sul_FHqegyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sKtOq68RjXg/s72-c/Stylish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7618798193091275233</id><published>2009-10-27T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:46:28.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Illiyeen's Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Illiyeen's Place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think the title give a lot of this entry away. You see today I am going to go to Illiyeen's house. I am meant to go there at about 11am but as you know I am early and so I thought I would write a blog entry to be able to take up some of the time. You see today really actually scared me. You see I hate having been late for anything. So I'd rather be early. I went to bed about 11:30 last night, which is very late. I thought that then I would over sleep. So I kept getting scared and everything. I would have put on an alarm but I can't hear anything in my sleep. I mean it! The night before my uncle called from India at about 5:30 in the morning and I never even heard it though my mum managed to and the whole house was awake except for me lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I kept telling my self not to over sleep. Then guess what happened. I woke up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:50!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes I under slept. I didn't even know what the time was until I woke up in the morning and brushed my teeth &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was going to make breakfast. Luckily I put the music channel on and they were on teleshopping . Then I checked the time and found out how stupid I had been! Yeah so I went back into bed and then fell asleep. I guess I was so worried about Illiyeen's house and being late that I even had a nightmare about it! I no lame right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I dreamed that on Mondays I went to this hanging out social club. So my whole family thought it was Monday and sent me to the club. I saw a lot of people and I even got asked out by this creep in our school. though he has asked me out before in one of my other nightmares lol! My friends know him as&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 'UH HUM'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah so him. And for some stupid reason I said yes. Then this bushy haired guy came in that looked quite old and then told me not to go out with 'uh hum' but to go out with him instead. He said that we would smash Pineapples together! Who would find that attractive. I told him that it sounded fun but I already told 'uh hum'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was busy about that then Dominique came out and told me that she had a date with a guy! I felt so happy for her lol! The guy though ended up being the bushy haired guy. I tried to talk her into not dating him when suddenly I looked at the time and noticed that it was 5'o'clock! Then for some reason I realised that it was Tuesday. I started to run to the door to get to Illiyeen's and apologize. When someone started to call my name. I turned round and it was LEO! I know just don't ask. Then me and Leo ran to Illiyeen's house. Then suddenly I was in a car with Leo and 'C'! I know he was in it too. Then I got to this alley. And Illiyeen was there. She looked weird though. I mean nice weird I guess. She sort of looked really girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illiyeen had long wavy hair that had pink band around diffrent locks and she sort of reminded me of Lena my old school friend. Well then yeah Illiyeen was really mad at me and started yelling at me and I was crying! I tried to apologize but I didn't know what to say! Then Illiyeen's Dad came out of no where and told Illiyeen to at least hear me out. I wiped my tears and stuff but then me and Illiyeen were surrounded buy boys. The only boys I noticed were Harry and Sean on my side and Shivan and Jaydip on hers. She would have so won if it was a fight lol1 Anyway, I was about to say that I didn't know it was Tuesday when suddenly I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I like being punctual! The worse thing was that It all seemed too real1 I even woke up thinking it was Wednesday. I looked at my calender and noticed it was Tuesday morning! I was so happy! Anyway I guess I better start to finish up the final touches like combing my hair and packing my bag and stuff! But wouldn't you be scared too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Love Ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sproggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7618798193091275233?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7618798193091275233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/illiyeens-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7618798193091275233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7618798193091275233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/illiyeens-place.html' title='Illiyeen&apos;s Place!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6847188554557327876</id><published>2009-10-26T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:30:24.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Come True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dream Come True!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that when you're a kid you don't get to do much at all. Instead you just keep on telling your friends when we're older we'll do this and so on. Yeah well me and primary school friends said a lot of those things. Apparently we were all going to buy a mansion together and share it other wacky stuff. But one thing that I always wanted to do was just shop around with my friends on our own. I wanted to go to different places and try on different stuff and so on. So anyway Illiyeen and Dominique actually agreed to making this come true. I know that I didn't agree to do the shopping spree with them but I mean I felt so happy. I felt like I really could do what I wanted to with my most closest friends. Thulazi was meant to come too, but sadly she had to 'work'. (Don't ask lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to it so much. Then sadly the day before Illiyeen sent a text saying that she couldn't come due to her being behind on her GCSE things. I felt so sad. It was meant to be all of us. So I had decided that I was going to re-schedule. I told Illiyeen that but then she said that I should just go with Dominique for it wasn't fair on Dominique. So I convinced my Mum to still let us go. And that was probably the right decision. Thanks to Illiyeen being super convincing, I had so much fun with Dominique. So even though Illiyeen didn't come in the end she still made the day really happy. You see though this had happened ages ago so this really is a late blog, but whatever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397735168286699042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuibiYFcriI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HfrDGr0e4ok/s320/DSCN0423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to wood green and did some amazing shopping while taking pictures and everything. Sadly though due to Dominique oversleeping she didn't have any breakfast and I ate breakfast at like 7 because I woke up too early lol! We needed food so we both had lunch before we did anything else. We both had a really expensive lunch at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;NANDOES&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love that place and me and Dominique both ate the same thing beside from the fact that she doesn't like coleslaw and so ate Garlic bread that looked like crumpet lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397734084678293266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiajTVElxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KE0KVHG598c/s320/DSCN0388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397733684003072866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiaL-sp62I/AAAAAAAAAPM/EQ8JXwyPgjI/s320/DSCN0387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the food was very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YUM YUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! lol! But the drinks were quite nice too. Dominique took some fresh lemonade and I took a peach nectar drink! Sadly though we couldn't open my drink. So then we went to ask the man to help us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Um...Excuse me can you open this drink for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Man: Oh so you can't open it?&lt;/span&gt; (Smiles at me and Dominique)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(He OPENS IT! With his bare hands lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man: Here you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominique: Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stranger Guy:&lt;/span&gt; (To the man) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow Strong muscle man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me and Dominique:&lt;/span&gt; (Snickering)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was fun then to remember our struggles we ended up taking pictures of the drinks lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397733147543633698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiZswOwfyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EumiEO9aqkI/s320/DSCN0382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shopping spree began! I had so much fun we tried on different clothes. Went into WHSmiths and then went to the beauty shop and tried on the creams and stuff for free! Then Dominique bought a lip balm that smelt beautiful! I loved it! After we went to clinton card shop and I bought a cute little &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Blue Nosed Friend'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got the cow. It's called Milkshake! So cute! So anyway one of my dreams have come true thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my Amazing Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397732642227913026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiZPVyGgUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2VqNFeD3cnA/s320/DSCN0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397721943443172530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiPgltC7LI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-DDd5q-4XKc/s320/DSCN0422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this entry that I think is &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; long! With a lovely picture to end the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397720604138697618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuiOSoZ-c5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WipG5ys7Mg4/s320/DSCN0421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Actually NAAA&lt;/s&gt;! Let's end it with a lovely song video lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="369" height="293" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7756b5c77581d87c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7756b5c77581d87c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F02F905CD376CB2A8A28507D4207314C6013163.4FF30FF8029ABFD8F378E061E64605AD01D7172C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7756b5c77581d87c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8fXshBLDkl_PdmSr3dtPHv3dcKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="369" height="293" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7756b5c77581d87c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331104807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F02F905CD376CB2A8A28507D4207314C6013163.4FF30FF8029ABFD8F378E061E64605AD01D7172C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7756b5c77581d87c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8fXshBLDkl_PdmSr3dtPHv3dcKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6847188554557327876?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6847188554557327876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6847188554557327876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6847188554557327876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream Come True!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SuibiYFcriI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HfrDGr0e4ok/s72-c/DSCN0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2451614556805878308</id><published>2009-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:23:38.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shahid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hadippa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys all know bout the fact that I watched Dil Bole Hadippa right? Well the story is about this girl who can play really cool cricket but since cricket is played by boys she can't play. Then this guy from England comes along who is a professional cricket player and is looking for a cricket team in India for his Dad. You see his Dad had lost the cricket finals all his life and so wants to win this time so gets his son to help. Then the girl dresses like a boy to play cricket. Then the guy falls in love with the girl version of her and trains the boy version of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guy : Shahid Kapoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Girl: Rani Mukherjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a little Dialogue translated into English. BTW Rani in this scene is dressed at a boy and they are training for the cricket thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shahid: Come on you need strength to play cricket! Pick me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rani: Urrrrgggghhhh&lt;/span&gt; (trying to lift him up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shahid: Stop acting like a girl and pick me up for god's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rani: Why are you so heavy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shahid: COME ON! I don't have all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rani: You weigh too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another scene that was one of my favourites was this. You see Rani had to go to the boys changing rooms. In India seeing guys shirtless is quite rude. Yea so well she walked in and then walked straight out again for she saw guys in towels and half naked and stuff. So here's the dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Guy: Pass me the towel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rani walks in)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rani: AHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahid: Why are you yelling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rani checks out Shahid's Muscles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rani: Wow!....no no no no no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(She notices that that's bad to look at people like that and walks out)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shahid:&lt;/span&gt; (Dragging her back in the changing rooms) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahid: Where are you going we are going to start training soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rani: Um.....I.....forgot something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahid: I'm not here for petty excuses! I'm here to make the best team ever! Hurry up and get dressed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rani sits with a bunch of half Naked men covering her eyes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahid really did look wow though lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2451614556805878308?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2451614556805878308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hadippa-you-guys-all-know-bout-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2451614556805878308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2451614556805878308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hadippa-you-guys-all-know-bout-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-392657686431837323</id><published>2009-10-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:42:22.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I KNOW!</title><content type='html'>Everyone continued to change the place of their blog, and I got really jealous! So you know what: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A NEW LINKY THINGY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry though this place is so not permanent. I liked my old one quite a lot so I may go back to that one in like a month or so but yeah I really thought that this blog is quite cool. I am guessing that the navigations were easy enough to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed though there are a few more things that I have to do in order to make this blog seem a bit more.....well comfortable. You see the music on this site does not work at all so I am thinking of asking Domi to help me with that since she's amazing at things like this. Another problem is that my old CBox does not match with this blog layout so that is in need for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a really cool thing about this is that when they have my links each of my old links are now a word. So in order to find the one you want you will have to click them all! Mwahahaha! lol! Anyway I think that my old old one was pink and black too right? Well yeah so i hope you guys and me get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and for all the Latymer folks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;s&gt;FULL&lt;/s&gt; HALF-TERM! HAVE FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though I have to be doing my English Review questions. You know our English teacher Ms.P yeah well she is so annoying! I mean she gets all moody at times and then other days she's all happy and laughing about the jokes that kids in our class crack. I am so gonna fail English if she continues doing this. I miss Mr.N so much! Why did he have to leave. I was doing so well on the subject. &lt;s&gt;NOW I AM DOOMED!!!!!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luv Ya All Tons&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for any inconvenience&lt;br /&gt;Sproggie&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-392657686431837323?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/392657686431837323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/392657686431837323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/392657686431837323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know.html' title='I KNOW!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6652873643820690196</id><published>2009-10-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>DomiCracker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know it's really stupid to be writing a post in reply to a tag but I thought that no one would really mind. So yes the big news in town is that Dominique is a CRACKER! Yup I new she was cracker longer than anyone even her, because I was the one who figured it out and then dipped her into the lovely cheese sauce.....If you can't find her &lt;s&gt;YOU HAVE NO PROOF THAT IT WAS ME!&lt;/s&gt; I'm not a criminal and to all the police out there:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was joking! Dominique is very much alive and sadly though she is a Cracker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like crackers that much but I love the saying 'Polly wanna Cracker' for a bird. I think Dominique would have made a really good cute bird. But I guess since she hates being called cute she should be the one who tastes good covered in cheese. I mean the cracker not the bird. Though maybe cheesed birds ain't that bad but that's just cruel so forget that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Dominique had a really weird conversation today. I was pretended to be a baby and Dominique was pretending to be my mother and we were thinking of awkward things that Babies say to their parents without thinking. Sadly though I don't remember all of it but here is my attempt to write it out! :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: eeeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: (Pretends to whack me) I think you should call the social services!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: But I don't know their number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: It's in your planner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: But I can't read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: Then how do you know about the social services?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: My Mummy told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: I'm your mummy and I didn't tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Not you Mummy. The other Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: I'm your only mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: No! Daddy's cheating on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Mummy, Daddy's in the bedroom and he says he's busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: 'Busy'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: (Pretend to go in the bedroom and then come out again) Mummy I saw a Naked Women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: (Laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: (Pretends to whack me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Ummm, I'm telling the social services on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me: Ummm, I'm telling the Naked Women on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dominique: (Laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah I no it's a bit wrong but Dominique was laughing throughout. I don't think she acted that realistic if you ask me! I swear you should care more about the issue lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well that was my entry on Dominique, and Crackers!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6652873643820690196?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6652873643820690196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/domicracker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6652873643820690196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6652873643820690196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/domicracker.html' title='DomiCracker!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5586164576974380069</id><published>2009-10-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Luv Ya Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to say that today I was thinking that I really am enjoying my life. My Friends are making my school life so enjoyable. I am getting much closer with so many more people who I never used to even know before. I am having a lot of fun at school and it makes the whole GCSE thing more enjoyable lol. I am so happy for choosing some subjects like Drama for Example and Textiles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love hanging out with everyone. I heard people say that this age is the best time of our life and i can see y since i am happy. I like it like this and I won't mind it being like this for the rest of the studying period lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Friends,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna say you lot rock. Thanks for making my life so amazing. You have all stuck by me and I really am glad you did. You are all amazing. Without any of you I would probably commit suicide. You guys actually make me want to come to school. Thanks for putting up with me and my annoying habits and bad qualities. Hope we all stay friends forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Sproggie, Your Friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5586164576974380069?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5586164576974380069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/luv-ya-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5586164576974380069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5586164576974380069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/luv-ya-guys.html' title='Luv Ya Guys!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3399165996167869148</id><published>2009-10-04T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOMINIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOUR 15!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIVE U YA PREZZIE AT SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HERE YOU GO HAVE SOME CAKE LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/9429270/2/istockphoto_9429270-birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3399165996167869148?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3399165996167869148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3399165996167869148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3399165996167869148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7123721040568332986</id><published>2009-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Music updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you guys may be able to notice I have once again changed my amazing songs! You see I thought that last time I ahd too many songs on my playlist. The less the better! Then you get into those songs and you can always change it later lol! Well this year I really have been into a few songs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am ready for school in the mornings and I have to wait for my mum to get ready then I have nothing to do so I end up putting the music channel on. You see this is why I sing weird songs every morning. Well the songs that get in my head all the time are on this new playlist. There are only 10 songs so not much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first song I thought was really nice. You feel like dancing to it. Then the second one is Illiyeen's down. Love that song too. After that is Black Eyed Peas with I got a feeling. You see this song is such a good song. It has a nice beat and the chorus is quite nice. I like singing along with what ever bit I can keep up with lol! Next on the list is Beyonce with her song Sweet Dreams. You guys should hear me singing this quite often. Illiyeen doesn't complain about this song since there is no accent lol! Then I have some JLS. I preferred the other song Jls did but I thought that I should put it on since I need to hear it properly anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is taking too long. I am sorry but I really can't be bothered to list the rest so how about you find out your self lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess you must be wandering why I suddenly switched the songs. Well you see I was getting annoyed with them. When you hear the songs over and over again for too long then you get annoyed with them and want new ones lol. I ended up pressing pause on my songs before they even started because I was getting annoyed and didn't want to hear them any more lol! Well hope you guys like it lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Sorry I had to edit this because I noticed that this is my first entry in &lt;s&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/s&gt;! So anyway welcome to October everyone. Oh and somethings else I just remembered was I have my maths test tomoz so wish me good luck! We also got our physics results today. I did alright I guess. I got 33/50. the test was hard. He said this weird word like 'Fission' I swore that didn't exist but then Thulazi found it in the book so it does but I never heard of it before! Not fair! And I didn't know how to word out the bloody cost. I got £48 when it was 8p! Me being stupid! Okay bubbi! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7123721040568332986?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7123721040568332986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7123721040568332986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7123721040568332986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-updated.html' title='Music updated!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4815513299209907400</id><published>2009-09-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animlas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wild Child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;As most of the people in my school know we were said to do this thingy at school about save the rain forest and stuff and me and Thulazi signed up and I think Dominique and Illiyeen might have too but not sure. Anyway so I was thinking about what to write in my entry and I found this really cool fun activity thingy. I thought I would like to see you guys as...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So I found this really cool website that lets you cartoonise your self and then make your self into part animal. Then at the end they give you a name which your animal is. It sounds like the Dinosaur ones though but I have to say that I look really good lol! Take a look you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386937639089160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SsI_PdUXQKI/AAAAAAAAANo/YomQl2rA6ac/s320/My+Wild+Side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh and by the way this is what my name is. I don't mean where it says Sonya. I mean the writing underneath it. If you see the body parts of the animals on me then you will notice why I got called what I did lol! I think the name altogether is a 'Atoohornopusflampeacock' See what I mean about dinosaur names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386937645243012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SsI_P0PjlfI/AAAAAAAAANw/-7Put3DXNxg/s320/The+Animal+Name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;They also have a section on the picture saying 'What's wild about you'. Well since you guys can not see that bit I was thinking that I will write it out for it gives you some information about my wild side lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Well on my head the weir feathery things are my 'Palm Cockatoo crest'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This says: Your Palm Cockatoo Crest is more than just decoration. It helps you to communicate too! A raised crest can signal to other birds that you're a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) On my mouth I have my 'Rhinoceros Hornbill Beak'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This says: Your Hornbill beak (also known as a casque) is used to amplify your nasal. It's like talking through your nose. And it won't weigh you down since it's made with hollow cells and bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) The things that come out from my top instead of legs are my 'Octopus Arms'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This says: Octopuses have eight arms but no bones. This lets them squeeze through small gaps in rocks to escape from predators and help find food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) The wings are my 'Chilean Flamingo Wings'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This says: Your Chilean Flamingo wings have dark feathers on their underside. Men use them in courtship displays by flapping their wings to make black flashes that attract the ladies. &lt;s&gt;Ooh la la!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5) Lastly the things behind me are my 'Peacock male tail'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This says: your peacock tail feathers can grow to be 60 inches long. Each feather has what looks like an eye on it. They help to scare away other animals that might eat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's your turn! Go to this website below and then make your self wild!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buildyourwildself.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.buildyourwildself.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4815513299209907400?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4815513299209907400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4815513299209907400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4815513299209907400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-child.html' title='Wild Child!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SsI_PdUXQKI/AAAAAAAAANo/YomQl2rA6ac/s72-c/My+Wild+Side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7383040997042503300</id><published>2009-09-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tuning Inventor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wanna try something a bit different this entry. I want to see if I can make sense of things that are not actually meant to make sense. I am going to go on a random word generator and then see what the first &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5 words&lt;/span&gt; that come up are. Then I will write down the definitions of these words and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;THEN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will put them together in a dialogue thingy so that they make sense together. Let's see how I do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Word 1 -- Pig--&lt;/span&gt;A young swine of either sex, esp. a domestic hog, Sus scrofa, weighing less than 120 lb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Word 2 -- Sexist--&lt;/span&gt;Pertaining to, involving, or fostering sexism: a sexist remark; sexist advertising. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Word 3 --Stick--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to hold, cleave, or cling: The young rider stuck to the back of his terrified horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Word 4 -- Cheers --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A shout of encouragement, approval, congratulation, etc.: The cheers of the fans filled the stadium.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Word 5 -- Syntax --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The study of the rules for the formation of grammatical sentences in a language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;How the hell do I do this?&lt;/s&gt; Anyway lets do it! &lt;s&gt;lol Sounds wrong!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The Sexist Pig decided to stick to the cheers of the study of Syntax.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words there was a pig who was sexist. Then lots of people were really happy about the invention of the study of the Syntax. Then all those people started to cheer from their happiness. Then the pig thought that since he couldn't go against the study he would have to just stick with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fine!!!!!!!!!!! My making sense of things were crap but why don't you try?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7383040997042503300?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7383040997042503300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuning-inventor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7383040997042503300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7383040997042503300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuning-inventor.html' title='The Tuning Inventor'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-9118206057081308843</id><published>2009-09-25T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101'/><title type='text'>Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you guys know I have to write about 5 or 6 Jonas Entries and so this one is the first one I am doing. I have watched a lot of Jonas but I thought this episode was quite funny. I swear that this episode was the first one. It was called Pizza Girl. Jonas is about the 3 Jonas brothers doing a series together. The older one is Kevin, then there's Nick and lastly there's Joe. So in this episode all three of them fall in love with the same girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This girl delivers Pizza, but the shop she delivers it from is absolutely crap. The pizza is so stretchy that you can't even bite it. Then the dad asks to the brothers why do you by it from there and they go;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe: Dad it's good for the environment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin: Yeah their slogan is 'We use the things that the others throw out'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway then they start getting fat and stuff, but they still love her so they sing this song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="465" height="363" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8745824821e2f87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I94x49snk4crfCHZWwaw4hqsYfOFafyGV9xuE2sWExOuUgqoTgqJXjd5oO145woObml24W_6McRiwBXNqYTR1PHx7Fy60ZIZetHa8P8xvLfWbANZ4nOwTePBtfPO_6pLR5HOWBfc_jvfWd8kO4MWaHSiWtaDaNyYuI8f2ZCoeRbiAsQZ19ATtkRp2UkTeOb-uQC2QfubLjxo8gt7VLUyAXxi%26sigh%3Dr3ySrKsAyKJX_3qMLQfAViCqVqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8745824821e2f87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgcVb7LcqO7DNJGzN1cLYYVUResQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="465" height="363" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I94x49snk4crfCHZWwaw4hqsYfOFafyGV9xuE2sWExOuUgqoTgqJXjd5oO145woObml24W_6McRiwBXNqYTR1PHx7Fy60ZIZetHa8P8xvLfWbANZ4nOwTePBtfPO_6pLR5HOWBfc_jvfWd8kO4MWaHSiWtaDaNyYuI8f2ZCoeRbiAsQZ19ATtkRp2UkTeOb-uQC2QfubLjxo8gt7VLUyAXxi%26sigh%3Dr3ySrKsAyKJX_3qMLQfAViCqVqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8745824821e2f87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgcVb7LcqO7DNJGzN1cLYYVUResQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought that the song was quite funny lol! But you can tell whats fake and whats not but I guess that's why it's so comical lol! After though they all try going out with her and end up smothering her so much that she gets angry and leaves so they swear never to fall for the same girl again lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6614222560611940451-9118206057081308843?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9118206057081308843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/jonas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/9118206057081308843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/9118206057081308843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/jonas.html' title='Jonas'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5306971714723527234</id><published>2009-09-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Drama Monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As I may have told you guys I have been writing a Drama monologue thingy about this football disaster where some people got squished underneath a falling stand. It was a Liverpool match by the way anyway. In my Drama production we have to write a monologue for our character and I'm a older teenage sister who's brother died in the crash thingy and so here is my monologue!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted to be the only child? Ever hoped someone in your family wasn't there? Even for a few seconds? NEVER THINK THAT! I used to have a brother but I saw him go right before my very eyes. That day.......the day of the 15th April 1989. The day that started off normally. I wished I had a new family. Brother running around the house, Dad sitting slumped on the couch, Mum in the kitchen. Everything was normal. That's the reason why I hated it so much! It was too normal. Then they left for the game and me and Mum were stuck at home. Mum as usual started baking while I had to put the TV on. Then there he was, the innocent boy at his first game, the boy who thought it was the happiest time of his life. His eyes filled with joy. He had been pestering me for ages about that game. That stupid, DEADLY game. He stood in the crowd with bundles of people. It was still easy to spot him. Everything happened to fast......My brother.....My one and only little brother was dead in front of my eyes. I yelled, I screamed! I called Mum. She didn't see. She never saw the last of her son. After everything had happened they just about managed to pull his little body out. But no one could survive. Before that moment there was still hope. You would think that he would take it but no one could take it. He left. Now I am the only child. The child who was unable to anything to stop my baby brother leaving. The one who hates football, the one with the distraught family. I am the one who can do nothing now but regret and think if I did this would it be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What d'ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;COMMENT!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5306971714723527234?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5306971714723527234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama-monologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5306971714723527234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5306971714723527234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama-monologue.html' title='Drama Monologue'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3355633346125873498</id><published>2009-09-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read the title of Dominique's post and as I always steal ideas from Dominique I thought about showing you guys some nice jokes but then I couldn't find any good ones. Then I typed in Animal Jokes and saw what results came up. I saw this thing about pet jokes and went to it. There were these discussion sites and it had the most important question eva!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then all these people commented on the answer and these are the results I like best or worst or for some reason lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other side." That's what "they" call it: the "other side." Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side." That chicken should not be free to cross the road. It's as plain and simple as that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Did the chicken cross the road? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did he cross it with a toad? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes! The chicken crossed the road, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But why it crossed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've not been told!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)To die. In the rain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first one I thought was quite funny for the guy seemed to be sensitive about eating chickens for he thought he would turn gay lol! The second one I liked because it was poem saying that he doesn't know why! The third one I liked because out of all those funny responses you got some weird depressing one too it was funny for it was the only depressing one! I agree with the fourth one why can't the chicken cross without everyone making a big deal about it lol! The fifth one really makes you think and the sixth one has a religious aspect to it lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed reading my comical entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh and you can write what you think about why the chicken crossed the road. My opinion is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man was apparently related to the monkey and then they evolved to be the humans that we are today. We have brains and stuff but it took time to evolve. I think the chicken crossing the road shows that even chickens have brains. If they can cross without being run over or eaten then go chicken lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dominque you can post your idea on your next post as a random bit or just comment in my taggies lol!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3355633346125873498?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3355633346125873498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3355633346125873498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3355633346125873498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3785432114319827543</id><published>2009-09-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Glasses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went out with my mum today and we went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opticians&lt;/span&gt; appointment (which everyone should know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Well anyway I got these new glasses that are purple (Dominique's Favourite colour, well she does like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of colours though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). They are the same as y old ones but they are a different colour. I think that they look nice but a bit bright close up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; and Dominique that I was going to put some pictures up about it and stuff but I haven't put them on yet so this post is going to start off with this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Before I put the spec pics on I wanna tell you guys what had happened at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opticians&lt;/span&gt;. You see my mum started wandering about what age I will have to pay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; glasses. I told her that it was when I was eighteen but my mum said that I wouldn't be made to because I am a student. Anyway then this guy came and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; us to give me my glasses. He checked the fitting and stuff and then my mum asked him. She asked him about what age I would have to pay and he said 19. My mum then started saying that she thought something else. I thought that mum would drop it after that but she continued saying stuff like how in the olden days we didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to pay. Then the guy said that the rules &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; changed and stuff. I was just so bored I wanted to go but mum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; for like 10 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyway here are the pictures. They look the same in the pictures with me wearing it but on the ones of just the glasses they look different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdDH0hmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZzZqR0jY_CI/s1600-h/l_4eeab382c51240f59680fe1fa0f4db3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383225921320027746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdDH0hmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZzZqR0jY_CI/s320/l_4eeab382c51240f59680fe1fa0f4db3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On this one I look like a total Baby but these are the glasses. They look just like my brown ones right? I am still in my PJ's by the way . I am in my cheeky monkey PJ's! These glasses are a bit more tight around the nose so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't slip down as much as the other ones did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdntwD1I/AAAAAAAAANY/2Y_3NTlTWrU/s1600-h/l_23ec93f96cf547eeac979095af291c70.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383225931142795090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdntwD1I/AAAAAAAAANY/2Y_3NTlTWrU/s320/l_23ec93f96cf547eeac979095af291c70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PUUURRRPPPLEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdxYRO7I/AAAAAAAAANg/-i9Ag91cAoM/s1600-h/l_392cecea4ce8499fae7128c20ec03821.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383225933737049010" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdxYRO7I/AAAAAAAAANg/-i9Ag91cAoM/s320/l_392cecea4ce8499fae7128c20ec03821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know I know I look like a canary but I was trying to show the glasses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope you guys like then when I go to school on Monday! Don't laugh about the canary thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I might not be able to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tomoz&lt;/span&gt; so sorry about that but anyway hope all you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; weekend and that your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3785432114319827543?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3785432114319827543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/glasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3785432114319827543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3785432114319827543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/glasses.html' title='Glasses!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SrUPdDH0hmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZzZqR0jY_CI/s72-c/l_4eeab382c51240f59680fe1fa0f4db3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-9112873311572038598</id><published>2009-09-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dominique said that since Illiyeen wasn't getting to doing her challenge thingy that I should do it this lunch I think. So I just finished writing up my own version of her list though lots of things are similar and I copied her layout. Well for all oyu lot who want to see my amazing achievement, I have posted it on a blog. I thought that since I will write other blogs on here it will dissapear so I thought that I should do a whole new blog. So I created a whole new blog which everyone is free to go to at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yason101.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or just go to my Partners in Crime section on this blog on the fourth link of lines. You should see the link posted as '101 in 1001'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I shall continue editing that one lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p.s. There dominique a red and green christmas tree lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-9112873311572038598?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9112873311572038598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/101-in-1001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/9112873311572038598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/9112873311572038598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/101-in-1001.html' title='101 in 1001'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6628403921153171461</id><published>2009-09-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Private Study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the first day back at school. I was actually really enjoying myself except for the fact that I had to go to Assembly. Our head teacher never seems to be able to say anything in his speeches other that the school motto. I have heard it for 3 years in a row, four now. WOW! Four in a Row! I love that game. I have to say it is quite fun. I have it on my Nintendo Wii and I play against the computer. The computer usually wins because they know how to trap me while I always loose but it's still fun. There is a player called Mel who I hate. She beats me in lyk seconds! OK that's an exaggeration but she beats me much quicker than the others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry as I was saying he should get a new speech so the same pupils won't have to listen to it over and over again. Me and Illiyeen and Thulazi sat next to each other. Illiyeen was actually meant to sit at the front of us next to Kishori but instead she sat on the next row down. So I sat next to Illiyeen and Thulazi sat next to me. That meant that poor Dominique got left out again, but she sat in front where Illiyeen was meant to sit. In the Assembly Illiyeen continued to pretend to fall asleep. I found it quite funny. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this seems a little out of Topic but it links on a bit later. So Illiyeen's timetable is different to ours. She has Private study with year 11's so she will be all alone and we hardly have any subjects together except for R.E, German and Textiles. She is really upset about that and so she was quite disappointed. But really who could blame her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So back to the assembly. The Head teacher said that we should learn by taking the disappointments in life. So I was joking with Illiyeen by saying that she should learn by the disappointment of her timetable. So she got pretend angry with me and pretended to punch me. So she put her hand back as if she was about to hit me but then her elbow nudged the radiating system beside her cause a loud noise to be made. Then everyone near the window side that she was on could hear it even more due to it travelling through the walls and stuff. Me and her started laughing. Then this girl called Martha thought that she did it and so made a guilty face to Saskia and that made me laugh even harder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we Had lunch. We had to top up our lunch cards though and so we all went but Thulazi got her one done first and then her and Illiyeen went off with Luxsanna and Nkenna. Me and Dominique were left alone together and so we took a bit of a walk to the cantine. We saw then in the cantine though afterwards and met for lunch at the tables. Lunch was quite fun actually we just all hanged out. Then Thulazi gave me, Illiyeen and Dominique a huge bar of Swiss Milk chocolate! (THANKS THULAZI!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then was when the dreaded moment came. I had Private Study after lunch. I didn't know where to go since I had never been to the media block.  Then I wen tin and then the Teacher asked whether I was in year 11 or not. I said no and then she told me that it must be a mistake then because she was taking year 11's. She told me to go top the LRC and then if there was no one there then I should talk to Ms.Preston (The head of year 10). So I went to the LRC and there was no one there. Then I went to Ms.Preston's office and then she wasn't in there. I had no clue what to do so then I went to the office. The office said that they would call Ms.Beskeen. Then she didn't answer the phone. The people at the office told me to take a seat in the small hall and then just do what I want and then they would sign me in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got quite pissed off with the stupid Latymer people for that but then I calmed down. So now I am alright. Plus after that we had Double R.E so Illiyeen and Luxsanna are there so it was fun though we were split up in groups. On Monday I can go home though 2 periods early since I have double Study then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6628403921153171461?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6628403921153171461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6628403921153171461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6628403921153171461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-study.html' title='Private Study!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5387300095785986892</id><published>2009-09-02T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Privacy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In my life I have noticed that I don't get that much privacy at all! I've had so many times when my privacy level went so low that it should have been impossible! I mean like when I am in my room doing what ever I am doing my Mum just walks in and starts hanging clothes on my bed because they need to dry. I tell her that she should knock and my Mum just ignores me and gets out. Then she also has this habit of opening my door when ever she is going to say something because she thinks that I might not hear it otherwise. And being a bit like me she sometimes forgets what she is going to say so she opens the door and then just bangs it shut again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then when I am singing to myself or something someone would tell me to be quiet because they are watching something even though I wasn't even being that loud. I can't even sing in my own house without someone hearing. Then if I am getting changed in MY room, someone would start opening the door and I would have to quickly yell that I am getting changed before they open the door! But the worst thing is someone tells me to hurry up in my room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I get quite annoyed and it really is why I need a lock on my door but then my Nan says if I want a lock I will have to do it myself which I actually can't! So sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5387300095785986892?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5387300095785986892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/privacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5387300095785986892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5387300095785986892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/privacy.html' title='Privacy!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1665711998160909274</id><published>2009-09-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things!</title><content type='html'>Yesturday I was out all Day. At 10:00AM I went to Turnpike lane to go shopping. I swear that I think Ambala (Inidan Sweet Store) was the only one open. We ended up buying tons of sweets instead and then sat in the car for lyk half an hour for the other shops to open1 Then we went to the fish shop and bought tons of prawns and ..... oh....that's all lol! Then we went to the grocery shop next door to get some veggies and MANGOES! YAY! In the shop though I was biting my thumb. (Not my nail, but my thumb.) As I was biting my thumb I remembered some funny  weird memories last time at school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Romeo and Juliet texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you bite your thumb at me sir?'&lt;br /&gt;'I do not bite my thumb at you sir, but I do bite my thumb'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask why I still remember that! I am so weird lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the shopping we went to a Puja at a Family Friends house. I thought that I would be so bored but there was this 18 year old girl, Akash and this other girl who was like 20 I think. We had fun talking and then I dided of eating too much of this BANANA THING! LOL! Then the girls went away and then Akash was asking me about my GCSE's and he said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't even need to know much maths to get a A star at GCSE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpful but I think he's just saying that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1665711998160909274?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1665711998160909274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1665711998160909274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1665711998160909274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-things.html' title='Weird Things!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5159149058131008843</id><published>2009-08-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rohan's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(5 Year old Cousin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; came as well. It was a pirate party and so I got a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;tattoo &lt;/span&gt;done. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; is of a skull and cross bones. They were playing quite a few games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; pass the skull. And walk the plank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt; folded. The funny thing was a girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that she wanted her birthday party to be pirate themed and then done it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rohan&lt;/span&gt; had to dress up as I pirate and so got a sword. But he couldn't carry it any more so gave it to me. I wore my Pussy cat top. So I looked like a weirdo with a pussycat top and a sword. They had a pop corn machine and they also had a candy floss machine. I shared one of each with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;. They were quite nice but our candy floss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a red hair in it! They had a huge double chocolate cake but the cake wasn't all that but the toppings were quite nice. The icing and the cream was lovely. The sponge had no taste though! There were so many pirate kids everywhere though one little girl decided to be a princess so came in a pink dress and tiara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5159149058131008843?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5159149058131008843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5159149058131008843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5159149058131008843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-party.html' title='Baby Party!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1863151780171191145</id><published>2009-08-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shahid'/><title type='text'>From India!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey I am writing on this blog again after a really long time. I have been in Durgapur for a few weeks and since its a village it doesn't have Internet access in the houses. I hanged out with Lucy a lot and we just chatted and went for walks. The scenery is very beautiful since there are so many trees and little ponds and lakes. We have our own pond place where the ducks go. There are a lot of Dogs there though and one started to charge at me... Alright so it charged at another dog that was behind me but still it was a scary experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it over there. It is a place where everyone everywhere knows you. They are all friendly. Everyone were saying the same questions though. I got so sick of answering the same ones over and over again! When there is a rumour they spread everywhere but when its a question no one spreads it and so no one knows! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Toi kon classe porish?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- What class are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Tor boish ta koto?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Toi Bangla bujte parish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;?- Do you understand Bengali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The last one is quite stupid seeing that I wouldn't understand it if I didn't understand Bengali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the food there though! They had rassogallas. They are so soft her and fluffy. The small ones are the best. I had lyk 4 a day but still I have not gained any weight! Luckily! I went to the cinema there and then I watched a Saif Ali Khan film called 'Love Aaj Kal' translated to English means : Love Now A Days. Then I went shopping twice. The first time I bought myself some black jeans with this really funky black top. The top is with fabric black flowers and glitter and diamonds! (Not real ones) Then the second trip to the shops I bought three tops :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1) Black and greeny turquoise striped&lt;br /&gt;2) Gucci, black and cream, long&lt;br /&gt;3) Turquoise and white striped top with a with vest lyk thing over it. Both bits are joint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy slept over at my house once and we talked till 2 in the morning even though we had to wake up at six the next day. Then one day I stayed at her house and we watched TV till 11:30 then we chatted till 3! We woke up at 10 the next day due to us being quite sleepy! After that she came back and we stayed the last night together. We talked about quite a few personal things including my Dad and we cried a lot since I was going. We then left the next day and I couldn't help but crying. Everyone there was no lovely! I would miss then tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to Bangalore yesterday and am in my uncles house. Coming back to London on Tuesday morning over here so I don't know what time I will be arriving in London. Maybe on Wednesday or late night Tuesday. I really miss sleeping on my own since the rooms here are huge but only a few so two people per room. I am staying with my Dida (Nan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog is her as well. I think I may have talked about him. His name is 'Rambo'. He is a black Lab but he isn't a pure breed he is also part Rottweiler but he looks 100% lab. He is usually quiet but today he seems to be in a really loud mood. He jumped on me twice and just looked at me and then went back down. I love him but he goes a bit crazy around cameras so don't know about taking a picture. But I will try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear Domi, Illiyeen, Thulazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys tons. It would be great if you guys could come here. You would enjoy it a lot in Bangalore. I hope you guys are having fun though in all the different places. Or has Domi come back? Anyway I have a lot to tell you guys but I don't think this is the best place for that so how about I come on Tuesday/Wednesday and then we have a long talk. I am in a house with three guys who love football so end up watching it a lot here! Anyway Shahid Kapoor has become really famous in India and is in all the the newspapers and in all the music channels with his new cool songs! I see him everyday! So happy! I also helped Suraj (older cousin) with his maths homework. It was so easy. I wish we got that kind of homework. It got finished in lyk 6 minutes! I love ya guys and can't wait to see ya. But tell me if you can if the weather is cold or hot or in the middle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sproggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In Bangalore it is quite cool at about 20 degrees! Quite amazing for India. And I have taken 140 pics so far and will prob take more so shall show ya when I can. Bye For Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1863151780171191145?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1863151780171191145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1863151780171191145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1863151780171191145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-india.html' title='From India!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6743666230877838839</id><published>2009-07-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>My 14th Birthday! And India!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today is my 14th birthday and I got one present here but a few more are waiting to arrive. I know the time in London must be very different to now but over here in Inida it is 9:42am. I guess that means lyk 4 in the morning over there lol! Anyway we have alot of things that we are going to to do for my birthday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go to Indian bowling centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have lunch at Leela Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go to the Cinema (Dunno what to watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go to Dinner at Sunny's Resturaunt (Very Posh and the name also goes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have already recieved 130 pounds and I am also expecting alot of other tools such as a touch screen phone and a camera! Very excited! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bye for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss ya all tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6743666230877838839?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6743666230877838839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-14th-birthday-and-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6743666230877838839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6743666230877838839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-14th-birthday-and-india.html' title='My 14th Birthday! And India!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4291477536841313853</id><published>2009-07-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post (Maybe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is going to be my last post since I am leaving tomoz. I have my suit case all packed but I don't have my hand bag packed yet. I am going to put my Ipod and Nintendo stuff in there and I will also need to take my books and Diary plus lip gloss and extra stuff. I don't know how everything is going to work today. We have been really busy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning we went shopping since my nan needed to go to the bank and I needed to go and buy a book with my early birthday money. I bought a book called the Undrowned Child. It is not a love story this time but it's a girl adventure story. Hopefully It will be quite nice. Then I also went to put some money in my bank account with my nan of course. I got hungry quite early today, by 11:30. So I asked my nan if we could go to MacDonald's. Then my uncle was in Boots and said he wanted MacDonald's too and that we should meet him in boots and go to MacDonald's together. We all ate in MacDonald's and I listened to a few Jonas brothers songs lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we came home and did the seat booking online. It took quite long because we couldn't find many places left to change the assigned seats to. We are kinda separated. Then my uncle went to go to Asda with my aunt to go buy some stuff that they need. I think that that is quite good.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BTW MY UNCLE SAID HE WILL GET ME A CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR MY BIRTHDAY WHICH WILL HAVE LYK 8-10 MP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ON IT! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day still isn't over and I am charging my Ipod. I am also trying to put some last minute songs on it which in my opinion I should have done ages ago! I also have to sort out some more of my clothes and swimming costumes and stuff. I have to go for a doctors appointment at four twenty. I can't go now since my uncle has taken our car to ASDA. I am stuck in here. I also have to have a bath and since I had a haircut, I won't need to use as much shampoo. It feels weird with short hair. Haven't had it cut in ages. The hair dresser was absolutely stuttered to see how long my hair was. She said that the longer it is the less cute I look but the more grown-up I look. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363156211228965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sm3CKK07e5I/AAAAAAAAANI/DJ12hYe3OkY/s320/l_67810cab0cf94fa087547e7afbbdadc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture of Me with short hair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also have to charge my Nintendo. My cousins have been continuously playing on them and using up the charge. They are playing with my one since my younger cousin threw a tantrum and ended up chucking his DS down the stairs. The glass shattered but we are not sure if it still works. I can't forget to bring the chargers as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have a fun holiday but we are planning to come back a bit earlier. Was coming back on the 1st of September but now coming back on the 25th of August. Depends. Anyway I guess I should do some more things to do with packing and stress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Illiyeen and Thulazi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall miss you both tons. I hope you both have fun (even if your staying here). I hope that you guys don't forget me and I will call ya both when I come back. And If your phone isn't on Thulazi I shall send ya a nice text. Wish Sabeel a happy Birthday from me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XXX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4291477536841313853?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4291477536841313853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-post-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4291477536841313853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4291477536841313853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-post-maybe.html' title='Last Post (Maybe)'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sm3CKK07e5I/AAAAAAAAANI/DJ12hYe3OkY/s72-c/l_67810cab0cf94fa087547e7afbbdadc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6045917311300718700</id><published>2009-07-22T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; holiday. I hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; the time of their life doing what they do best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have fun,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat tons of different foods,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do something new,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go somewhere new,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Relax&lt;/span&gt; and Chill,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get excited and have fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6045917311300718700?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6045917311300718700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6045917311300718700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6045917311300718700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3463479016724172298</id><published>2009-07-22T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Aleya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday Aleya came round to my house with her Mummy and Grandmother. Her mum told me to take Aleya upstairs and let her play with my toys and so I took her upstairs and then she played in my room for a while. But then I noticed that we didn't have any pictures of her so I used my web cam upstairs to take a few pics. Very fun! She decorated the pictures though. Well... she told me what stickers she wanted on it and stuff. Some of them I didn't edit at all coz I thought they looked quite cute on it's own and didn't want to ruin the pictures lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaSrb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dMbC8u3d4J4/s1600-h/big+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361207054098494866" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaSrb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dMbC8u3d4J4/s320/big+hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The picture above is quite a nice picture. The best picture of the both of us without us both being silly lol! In this picture I used my belts to make them as scarfs for us. Aleya took the light blue one and I got the red one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The picture below is of me and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aleya&lt;/span&gt; being really groovy lol! I am showing attitude without meaning to. I posed quite nicely in the beginning but it takes so long to take the picture it caught me in a weird way but I couldn't be bothered to take another one lol! As you can see we used the belts again but we put is around our heads. We switched colours this time. It was then decorated again by Aleya choice. lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVao8xCRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h_zCj6_bX1U/s1600-h/groovy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361207060076759314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVao8xCRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h_zCj6_bX1U/s320/groovy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the next one Aleya was playing with my old Mickey and Minnie dolls and then I told her to smile and then she started to get up before the picture was taken but it was at a very cute angle lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaMrQYQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tIy7fW6Buj0/s1600-h/angled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361207052487123202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaMrQYQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tIy7fW6Buj0/s320/angled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one below is Aleya wearing the same hoodie that I am on the the hoodie pictures. It is so long for her that it is like a dress. It really looks cute. She striked a pose of pinching her cheeks though lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVa6wWn6I/AAAAAAAAANA/KIyHzODXz4Q/s1600-h/my+hoodie+on+Aleya.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361207064856534946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVa6wWn6I/AAAAAAAAANA/KIyHzODXz4Q/s320/my+hoodie+on+Aleya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the last picture is of us two making some really stupid silly faces. Aleya stuck her tongue out and I pretended to do a shocked face. We re took the picture twice due to the first time, Aleya found my shocked face funny and started laughing and then it went blurry. So I told her we have to re take and not to laugh lol! Nice pic though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaki1GfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IFxVqUMuSB8/s1600-h/funny+faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361207058894232050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaki1GfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IFxVqUMuSB8/s320/funny+faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3463479016724172298?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3463479016724172298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/aleya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3463479016724172298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3463479016724172298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/aleya.html' title='Aleya'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SmbVaSrb9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dMbC8u3d4J4/s72-c/big+hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2325586690557772806</id><published>2009-07-22T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today my uncle is coming from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;. The really tall funny one that was in my parents evening staring down my maths teacher for he gave me bad marks in my reports &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Very funny. Anyway in our religion we call our Mother's brothers 'Mama'. And sometimes it can also be called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;'. I dunno whats the difference between the two but I guess that's the mystery of the language &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! So anyway today at 12:30 his flight will land here. My mum sadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to go to work and my nan is too tired to drive to the airport, so I am going to go with my nan. I am really looking forward to him coming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ever since&lt;/span&gt; I was a little kid I always knew that when my Uncle came everything would be OK. I felt much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;safer&lt;/span&gt; and happier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was actually not going to go to the airport. I thought that maybe my nan would need me and since my uncle wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; seen his kids for quite a few weeks he would miss them. I ended up getting shocked glances at for saying that. I got this really lovely lecture from my nan&lt;/span&gt; (By the way it actually is a lovely lecture but sadly I am going to have to translate it)&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'How can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; say that Sonya? You should know that your uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you as if you were his own child. Yes, he would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; missed his children since he hasn't seen them in a while, but he hasn't seen you either. He wants everyone to be there. When you were a little kid he always had so much love for you that sometimes even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mum and me didn't have. When you were a baby you used to cry all night for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; really bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; pains. Me and your mum would get so tired that we couldn't take it anymore. Then your uncle used to carry you around all night. He never would even let us hold you. He would take care of you so well. He didn't even complain once. Then once when we didn't expect it you puked up and he actually caught the puke in his hands. How many uncles would do that Sunny? Then when you didn't finish you food and it was all yucky and mixed up with everything he would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; eaten it. Only he would touch that. He loves you like crazy, yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go to the airport or it would hurt him.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved that speech so much. I felt so nice to hear though the puking bit was not a pretty picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! My nan and mum though were really good at looking after me too. My mum would always make sure I had everything I needed. My nan would always feed me, bath me. I had the most amazing carers in the world and still do. I still miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt; though. But I am somehow coping. I am glad to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; grown up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6614222560611940451-2325586690557772806?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2325586690557772806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2325586690557772806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2325586690557772806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama.html' title='Mama!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8957926625059636774</id><published>2009-07-18T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>My First Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This entry is more or less the same as the other two written so far so you know what I shall send you the link to the other entries done on this topic.Here:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chilliyeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/cineworld-woz-freakin-nitemare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://chilliyeen.blogspot.com/2009/07/cineworld-woz-freakin-nitemare.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvb-mad.blogspot.com/2009/07/kicked-out.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://tvb-mad.blogspot.com/2009/07/kicked-out.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY WAY THIS BIT IS MY ENTRY ON THE TOPIC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was my first time going out to the cinema with my friends without any adult supervision and guess what happens, we get kicked out of the cinema. You see we went to the 1:45 show for the Harry Potter 6th film and we all sat down on the 3rd row. Well then all these other stoopid teenage girls came and sat in front of us in the other 2 rows. Whenever Harry Potter kissed anyone they shrieked, when Ron kissed the shrieked, when Malfoy came on the shrieked. When Malfoy cried they laughed. The were ruining the entire movie for everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the next column, like 2 rows down there was this girl who continued to clap and laugh and shriek before the movie even started and she was just really getting on my nerves. I really wanted to throw a minstrel at her( I was eating minstrels. They got finished in two minutes though! A NEW RECORD). Then I gave the last minstrel to Illiyeen to throw at the girl since it really got to me. Illiyeen said that she would throw it when it got dark. As soon as it got dark she threw it and it hit her perfectly. She seemed to calm down a bit after that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then like I said the girls were making so much noise that people were complaining a lot. Then in between the film these security people were talking to all these girls who were shrieking. Then 20 minutes before the movie was going to end they turned it off. The lights went on and they told us that the first 3 rows are going to have to get out due to there being complains and then ruining the cinema. We couldn't believe it! It was just our luck to choose to sit at the 3rd row!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we talked to this Indian guy with braces at the cinema who told us to go wait outside and that he would talk to us in a minute. Then he told us that he wasn't sure what they could do. We waited for him to come back but he just left to handle the other billions of stoopid girls. The girls were yelling and then they were shrieking and stuff. It was a RIOT! We then went to the inner bit on the cinema place and sat there. I heard the people say to call 999. I got a bit scared but my friends made me feel better. We wouldn't have stayed unless they didn't say that we wouldn't get a refund. Altogether we spent like 40 pounds on the film and they were trying to kick us out for something we didn't do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the police came and started to handle the horrible girls. We just sat quietly while they ignored us. Then I decided that maybe we should speak to the police. I told her that we wanted to know what was going on since we didn't even do anything. Then she said that since we seemed like we wouldn't do anything, that we should sit on the side. So we sat on the side and then the lady disappeared. Me and Dominique went to looking for her and it ended up that she had gone. So we talked to one of the guards and told him what the police lady told us and then he said that we should go talk to the manager. He also said that he wasn't allowed to move from his position so we should go to the front and find him. Then we went to the front and the manager wasn't there. Then I asked a guy at the entrance of the cinema halls about it. He told us to sit and the side and then he would tell us when the manager came. We waited for a long time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of our friends from school all came and asked us what was going on. Dominique told us and it was quite a hectic bit. Then they all went into the cinema. Then a bit later the Manager came out and talked to us. I told him about the police and the security guard and the entrance guy and that we didn't do anything, with tons of helpful additions from Illiyeen and Nkenna. Then the manager says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' I will let you in to the next show but as my personal responsibility. I will check on you lot every ten minutes to make sure that you are not making any trouble'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We all agreed since we didn't do anything. Then I found it really boring watching the whole film again since we watched it all. I continued whispering to Illiyeen and Nkenna and then me and Illiyeen smirked at each other when it came to the funny or romantic bits. I found it really nice of Nkenna that she thanked me for letting us get to watch the movie twice for just 4.50 each.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was 8 by the time we left and we came at 1! We had spent 7 hours at a cinema. So this was my first time with friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8957926625059636774?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8957926625059636774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8957926625059636774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8957926625059636774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2437939351548850927</id><published>2009-07-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Meadow (A Mini Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He lied across the grass. His jet black hair gently blowing in the wind, his golden eyes shimmering from the suns rays, patterns were made across his tanned face from the shadows of the leaves above. My eyes didn't seem to be able to move from his face. It was just me and him. He slowly closed his eyes. I continued to watch. I was too scared to do anything else. Some of his hair Went into his face. Part of me was wanting to move the strand but then part of me stopped, again in fear. He suddenly opened his eyes, I quickly looked away. I stared into the sunset. My face went red and hot, I could tell. He was moving, but I didn't look. He had seen me staring at him. I felt something hot on my shoulder. I turned to see his face there...close. I was going to move away a bit, but then he put his arms around me and hugged me. He didn't hold me tight but he kept me snug. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He snickered. I was confused why but when I looked at him he was just staring at me. I looked away and then tried quite hard to move away. I was going to get up but he went against me. His arms held on much tighter and I ended up just falling back. I gave out a little shriek. This to him was really funny. I went really red this time, I wanted to run. I was just embarrassing myself, but he refused to let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Let me go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: No. I like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He seemed to have got hurt. He flinched away. His eyes turned back to the brown colour. He ended up placing his hands on either side of my face and pulling me really close. I thought that I couldn't breath. He didn't do anything else though. He just looked at me really intensely. I couldn't say a word. I was totally melting for him. Every part of me seemed to be numb, but in a good way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: You really don't like this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Him: Don't you like us?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: That's not what I meant. I meant...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I meant.... well I meant that it isn't fair that you continue laughing at me, I don't like it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him: Oh...Cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He held me once again in his arms but this time I ended up facing the opposite way. I had my head on his chest and he had his head on my head. I could hear his hear beating. It was so steady. No a beat out of place. I could feel the muscles underneath my head. I ended up drifting to sleep while listening to the beat.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW!&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;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ENTRY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6614222560611940451-2437939351548850927?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2437939351548850927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/meadow-mini-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2437939351548850927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2437939351548850927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/meadow-mini-story.html' title='The Meadow (A Mini Story)'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2078860461716956726</id><published>2009-07-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The date today it actually the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and there has only been 14 days in the July month but since I am so amazing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) I have written 23 posts. I think that I am doing quite well and that I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;REALLY CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to actually getting to 100. But sadly I might not be able to get 100 on the dot but if I stop writing then I might not get enough entries done. If I decide to continue then I will write too much. SO i wondered which one would be worse and I noticed the first one would so you know what I shall continue to write as much as I can. Sadly there may not be any entries for August. Actually there won't be but you know what who cares, I would be gone. I will write quite a few entries on the last days of Being in London. Oh and I thought that you night also want to know the following (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I have got new uniform for next year but you know what? It's huge. I have proper trousers that are a nice length and properly shaped but then I also have short shirts. I have bought a new skirt that is a bit long but it should look alright when I wear it. I have then got this jumper that is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;16 YEAR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OLDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The arms are way too long causing me to have to roll it up. Then it is practically a dress. I have no clue what I can do about that. I look alright in it though. My current jumper fitted perfectly and then it shrunk in the wash so the sleeves go up and then it is quite tight but not tight tight&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;oh you know what I mean. Plus it doesn't cover my&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BTW &lt;/span&gt;that was not a swear word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, I just don't wan to mention my bad points in public &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Then I also got new tights for the skirt which are dark blue. I have never worn dark blue tights before so I should feel weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I have a new bag which is cream/Beige. It is big and nice but I shall keep my old bad as a memory (or a substitute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). I got new shoes since my old school shoes have holes in the heels and then have got stones in the heels that make a noise whenever I walk that you can hear clearly. My old boots have the soles coming off and then have a few pins and stuff stuck in them. I bought some shoes to wear with my skirt and during the summer and then I bought new boots for the rest of the time. Sadly I couldn't find the same boot as my old ones so I have ones with a different design. They only had the old ones in sizes 6-8 and also size 3. I am a sizes 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stoopid&lt;/span&gt; big feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2078860461716956726?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2078860461716956726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/23-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2078860461716956726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2078860461716956726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/23-posts.html' title='23 posts'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7247250936472393208</id><published>2009-07-14T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>GCSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today we got our report thingys so then I counted how many A's I got out of 17 and then I got a surprisingly big number. I have improved so much, that I can't even believe it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/17 A's&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;strong&gt;The rest were B's no C's luckily. I thought that there might be a few bad comments but all were really good. I am so proud of my self. I had this deal with my Mum that if I get more A's than B then I would get a reward. I actually never got that before. I always used to have 6 A's and then 8 B's. I know that is quite bad but I have improved so much. Only 6 B's. I didn't believe it until I checked it like 10 times over. I even got my Nan and my Aunt to check it as well. I definitely do have 11 A's. Round of applause for me please lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also think that I got quite OK results in my GCSE Subjects &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;except the sciences of coarse lol!&lt;/span&gt; Take a look at what Subjects I am doing first then look what I got on those subjects. By the way I have chosen my subjects really &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;fully&lt;/span&gt; so no bad comments about them. Not that any one will. Plus if you guys do I can always get rid of it lol! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sneaky me&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and I haven't even checked what I got on those subjects yet so this will be my first time. Wish me good luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subjects:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English (Actually 2 GCSE's but counting it as one for now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Biology- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Physics-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chemistry- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;English-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R.E- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Textiles- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drama- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; Not bad at all. I think that I already practically have 6 A's on my subjects so that mean I should have an OK chance for my GCSE subjects. Totally cool. Anyway i was wandering what will happen next year. Hopefully it should be alright. I am happy about ditching the subjects i don't want but I am not so thrilled about the Sciences. I could do without them. Maths isn't that bad so not much problem, I don't think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7247250936472393208?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7247250936472393208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/gcse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7247250936472393208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7247250936472393208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/gcse.html' title='GCSE'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8753432526920950828</id><published>2009-07-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Physique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today In Physics we were asked to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ruin&lt;/span&gt; our own songs. Oh sorry I meant write our own version of a song but making it be scientific. Well we were thinking about Micheal Jackson but we didn't want to ruin any of his songs. So then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; asked what songs Lorna was listening to most recently. Lorna said that she was listening to songs on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;. She suggested Circus by Brittney but then we decided on Beat again. We thought that we could do it about the heart and stuff. Then we changed it. We said it would be about smoking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the original Lyrics to the extract &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dam, the doctors just finished telling me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's not time, loosing you could be the end of me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that I, should do the things that I wanna do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I, without you, without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway we started off the smoking thingy by using this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dam, the doctors just finished telling me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's not time, Smoking could be the end of me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then we couldn't do anything for the next two lines so thought of things to do with the heart. Lorna asked to everyone what harms the heart. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hania&lt;/span&gt; suggested Cholesterol. Then the rest of the extract went very nicely, but not as good as the real thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! But still amazing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dam, the doctors just finished telling me,&lt;br /&gt;There's not time, Cholesterol could be the end of me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that I, should stop eating the fatty foods,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the fries,that I chewed, I chewed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For like a few minutes I thought that that was quite god. And what do you expect? It is a song about Biology never interesting. Science is a very boring subject. I think that it should be optional but no! It has to be compulsory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8753432526920950828?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8753432526920950828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/physique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8753432526920950828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8753432526920950828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/physique.html' title='Physique!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2536265166308622498</id><published>2009-07-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sports Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;latymer&lt;/span&gt; Festival of Sport. Very posh name that is not needed. In other word is was sports day. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; tons of fun doing practically noting my event was just in the morning few minutes and then I went off to watch the rounders and talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; a bit. She continued to want everyone else to play with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! No one did. And after like 2 matches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; said that she couldn't be bothered to. Funny her. The weather was quite alright except for a little shower half was through. The said that they were stopping sports day until the shower passed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then they made everyone go to the changing rooms which I think is very daft because there are like 4 - 5 years of girls all going into one changing room. Me and Dominique got there a bit earlier than the rest of our class but we decided that it would be best to stay outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My bag got quite wet which annoyed me a lot. It's the one problem with having a leather bag besides from it having the weight of a cow. Anyway after a few minutes the rain actually stopped. Then all of us headed to the rounders place again. We just watched and stuff and messed around with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt;. She is so funny when she gets annoyed. Dominique and her were fighting and then I was pretending to kick her from the back. She then thought I put something in her hair or something and then started to do a fast walk after me in a little circle. Dominique then tripped her up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Illi&lt;/span&gt; fell. Tons of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After that we had lunch. As usual we split up 2-2. I went with Dominique to the small hall to top my lunch card and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; went to the lockers. They said that they would meet us at lunch but it ended up that they just went into the queue without us. But it was no surprise since Dominique and me could have predicted that from the second we decided to split &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. There were little boys behind us who had a huge stack of paper and were trying to sell us some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The little guy put a piece of paper on me and it fell off. Then him and Dominique said that I littered! So annoying. She said that I should have recycled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After Lunch we all went to the Quad to practise our rubbish Dance Routine. We are performing the routine tomorrow. It is this one that the whole class is doing as a last minutes thing. They said that the whole class should do it since next year we won't see each other much at all. So most People agreed to that except the regular few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Well we had to change a few things since S kept on falling out in the wrong position and dropping R. Plus once even R2 fell over because she thought that she should die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. She did a really cool fall though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then it was time for the sports to begin again. Nearly none of us had to go except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt;. We just sat on the grass and messed around. We were supporting &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Latymer&lt;/span&gt; of course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Latymer&lt;/span&gt; won so many races and stuff. It was really cool watching everyone of different ages win &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then for some weird reason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Luxsanna&lt;/span&gt; came into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Latymer&lt;/span&gt; section and started sheering for Wyatt. Silly girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; kept Bulling her because of it. But she shouldn't come into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;latymer&lt;/span&gt; and say such daft things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. After a bit though me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; went to go get some ice cream. They were so expensive. The other ice cream vans only charge a pound. Him on the other hand was charging one pound fifty . You could tell that he covered the old usual prices to put more expensive ones on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Latymer&lt;/span&gt; house was second last year to win the Dormer Shield. We lost it by half a point which got to everyone so much. This year we were in second place but then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SPORTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So its all good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2536265166308622498?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2536265166308622498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2536265166308622498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2536265166308622498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day.'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1444763808074329949</id><published>2009-07-12T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><title type='text'>Jhoome Jiya Re!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchindia.tv/images/Unnamed8_633613092939426250.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.watchindia.tv/images/Unnamed8_633613092939426250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read Dominique's entry and thought that I should write about a programme that I watch all the time. I love this program but it is very sad. In Hindi it is 'Jhoome Jiya Re' but translated in English, it is 'Spin/Dance Jiya'. Totally amazing programme. It is about this girl who is very scared of her Dad. Her dad is absolutely horrid. He calls her 'Dabu' which mean 'Daft one' really bad. He always gets drunk and ends up yelling at her. Poor her. She is always scared of everyone. She doesn't say a word even though she gets scared to death. She couldn't stand up to anyone. The only one who she can cry to is her Grandmother. Her and her grandmother are really close. Its about this Jiya who loves to Dance. She is really good at dancing but is too shy to actually do it in front of anyone. Then her Grandmother gets her to get a job at a dance academy. This Dance Academy is fro really rich kids who like to do dance. You have to pay to get in. So since she is just a village girl and doesn't have much money at all she can't go to the Dance Academy as a Student. Instead she gets a job as a Secretary. She works for the person who owns the Academy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zeenext.com/shows/jhoomejiya/downloads/wallpaper2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Academy she accidently meets this boy, Apoorva, who she falls in love with. I think that the boy has this Cute factor in him lol! Anyway he has a admirer. Apoorva's best friend loves him. He doesn't like her in that way though. They always argue and they are really funny. His best Friends name is Barkha. She is the younger sister of the lady who owns the Academy. It was Barkha who actually got Jiya her job. Her and Jiya are now friends. Barkha's Sister is called Kiran. Then in the programme Apoorva enters a Dance competition and then his partner disappears. Then Jiya wanders onto the stage to tell him that his partner isn't here. He then thinks that she is the substitute dancer. He and her dance so amazingly. But due it being really dark and the spotlight only being on the guy, he didn't see her face. And he falls in love with his 'Mystery Dancer'. So cute lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www1.india-forums.com/tellybuzz/images/uploads/7E3_Karan-Article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.esselgroup.com/images/JhoomeinJiyaRe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He ends up looking for her and searching. Then Apoorva asks Jiya if she knows who the Mystery Dancer is. She says that she can't say who she is. He then gets really mad at her and then to make him happy she sends him a message that says (translated):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'If you want to find me, you must come to the dance studio.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He goes to the studio and then she tells him to put the blind flold on the floor on otherwise she will never see him again. He puts it on and they dance together. It is so romantic. After that though he wants to find her even more. Lot's of other things happen after that too but that would take like ages to write so you know what let's skip the story up till what I am on. Then Jiya's Dad looses his job. He then finds a man who can give him a really good job. Since the Dad doesn't know that Jiya works in RAD Dance Academy, he thinks that she works in RAD Chemical Industry. He tells the man that he has a daughter who works over there. Then the man says that he will only give the man the job if he gets Jiya married to his son. The Dad says yes for he knows that Jiya wouldn't dare say no to him. He tells Jiya and then Jiya's heart toatlly breaks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mean while Barkha tells Apoorva that she loves him. He loves the Mystery girl. Then they have this conversation (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Translated):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apporva:....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barkha: Does that mean that you would rather be with some girl you don't even know? I have been with you every day when you needed me. I am your best friend and you want a girl you don't even know. A girl who has danced with you twice? Well you will need to choose, your best friend or her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Apoorva is heart borken too. He doesn't know who to choose. He really loves the Mystery girl. Then Barkha's sister tells him that Barkha has been very distant and that she needs him to be her friend. And that he is the only one she talks to any more. He then knows that he has to choose Barkha so that Barkha doesn't get hurt. He tells Barkha that he will forget that Mystery girl. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They then have a festival and Jiya's long lost brother comes to the festival to say to her that he is debt and had this issue wth some Gangsters. He told ehr that they would kill him and that he needs money. She then promises to give him the money. She has no place to get the money since she has left her work for the marriage. She asks Apoorva for the money and he says that he knows someone who he can get the money from. For her he says Sorry to his enemy and asks for money. Then His enemy tells Jiya that she can't get the money unless she tells him who the Mystery Girl is. Jiya's brother called to say that the Gangsters are in his house searching for him to kill him. He needs the money now. She then agrees to tell him who the dancer is. Apoorva then gets really mad at her for he thinks that she can do anything for money but won't tell him who the mystery girl is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They manage to save the brother. But when they barge into the house people have already beaten up Jiya's brother quite badly. Then they charge at Apoorva and Jiya. Apoorva fights them all off. He kills all the bad people leaveing two left. Then he tries to strangle one of them but then the other one grabs Jiya and puts a knife on her neck. He says that if he doesn't stop he will kill Jiya. Apoorva continues to strangle saying if you hurt her I will kill him. Then the man with Jiya digs the knife in a bit. She screams,. Apoorva attacks the man and then kills him and kills the other one rescuing Jiya and the nbrother. Luckily the neck thing was just a light scratch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then two don't talk and he says (translated):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'From now on you and me are no longer friends. I helped you and this is the last time I shall ever help you. Don't talk to me any more and leave me alone'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really sad. So anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiya's future Husband gets Jiya to pay for eveything that he does, by pretending to loose his walet when it's time to pay. He just wants her because she works and can ge rich. Then when he hears that she is gonna leave her job to be with him he ges angry. He then follows her to work and sees her go into Ra Dance. He then threatens to tell her Dad. He tells her Dad and ssays that he doesn't want to marry her. And Apoorva isn't able to forget his Mystery girl. Jiya is scared of what her Dad will now say after he has found out the lie. Apoorva and her hasdd a agrument that gets to both of them really badly. Wonder what shall happen next lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s here is the picture on the enemy. He is meant to be the best looking and I guess in one way he is but I still prefer Apoorva lol!:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.watchindia.tv/images/abhimaan_633608635447248220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1444763808074329949?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1444763808074329949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/jhoome-jiya-re.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1444763808074329949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1444763808074329949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/jhoome-jiya-re.html' title='Jhoome Jiya Re!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3827111872905043731</id><published>2009-07-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>L'Histoire! Und Religion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History again. I didn't think that I would make it in time for history but somehow I managed to get there quite quickly. As usual I find History quite funny. Today may have not been as funny as usual but it certainly was quite fun. In the beginning, to start the laughter off S had hurt his finger. He slammed it on the table in between the chair and the table. Very funny./ The way his face went all weird and then he was kind of whispering but yelling. FUNNY! Then while he was in pain and agony Illiyeen started to laugh at him while pointing a finger at him. So funny the way she laughed as if to make fun f him. He then gave her this really angry look but the pain seemed to go lol! I continued to laugh. Then the teacher told us we are doing the essay. No one was that happy about it really since it was the last History lesson ever for some people and he was making us do a stupid essay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I sit next to S2 it was really annoying. When the teacher told us to start he was already on his 2nd page. I kept having brain blocks because I didn't know what to write when. S2 was so annoying because everyone looks at him in wonder when really he only write four word on one line due to him having huge hand writing where as I write about 12 words per line. So anyway I got really tensed during the essay due to the fact that I seemed to be on the last paragraph before everyone else. I got scared that maybe I didn't write that much but I felt happier to know that mostly everyone wrote the same amount as me. Thulazi was and always will be an exception since she wrote 4 pages and still hadn't finished. I only wrote 2 and 2/3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway while we were writing the essay I pout my hand up to ask what to write for the conclusion and everyone seemed to act shocked that I had finished and I felt kinda good lol! Anyway after I finished I ended up talking to the people around me. S finished a few minutes after me. S3 though still had 2 paragraphs to write, when we had only 4 minutes left. Poor Her. S2 on the other hand wrote four pages and then started counting how may words I wrote on each of my paragraphs and then comparing it to mine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While S2 was writing his essay S used his foot to push the table away. Luckily I wasn't writing so it didn't bother me that the table was moving miles away. S2 ended up having to follow the table. I thought in the beginning that it was S2 that was pushing the table away but when the table moved a bit further away I noticed that it was S. I kept on laughing. S was laughing too. Then the teacher looked at S and he suddenly stopped even though the teacher didn't look at him in a bad way. I then tried to pull the table back for S2 but then he got angry and kind of let is out on the poor table. He pulled it quite hard and quickly so it went into his chest and luckily not mine lol! S found this really funny and was laughing his head off. I then was laughing at S's laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When S had finished his essay he was trying to do the moves that R had taught us to do for our class production lol! He was doing the head shimmy thing. He couldn't do it all that god and I was holding back my laughter lol! Then he suddenly made a face, like he was in pain. S3 asked what was wrong and then he said that he had clicked his neck! I ended up laughing, I thought someone would hear but luckily no one did. S3 was laughing too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the history lesson was over S was joking around with S2. He kept slapping his head and then saying 'Oh sorry my hand slipped'. Then he pretended to fall on him and then said sorry I slipped. Very funny since he was exaggerating the movements. Oh and before I forget. Lats time in English there was a power cut and tehn S went a bit wild. He started to scream like a girl and at the same time whack J with a book. All that J kept saying was 'OW' very funny. S looked like a monkey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After History was RE. I have noticed that I don't write about RE that much but today we were 'Meditating'. He said that all we had to do was to basically be quite and be comfortable. The silence couldn't be tolerated. Some of the girls started to laugh and then that for some reason made me laugh too. I didn't actually but I found it really hard to contain my laughter. I didn't hear why they were laughing properly but this is what I heard:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L: I had one eye open and then S3 opened her eyes and saw me looking with one eye and then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;made this really weird face. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S3: You should have seen the way she was looking at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;S4: I don't know what was going on but then L laughed and then she made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: (to S4) Yeah and then because you laughed you made me laugh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew it was so hard to control your laugh. Then the teacher said to put your hands on your thigh and then me and Thulazi put in on your thighs, then Illiyeen put her hands on our hands. Thulazi hit Illiyeen's hand off. (funny) Then Illiyeen said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Oh, Sorry I thought that was my thigh'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found that so funny. But I guess I do laugh at Illi a lot since she is really funny. Then she continued doing this funny thing with her head when she keeps putting it freakishly close to your ear/shoulder. I find that funny too. Thualzi was so funny the way she reacted to all of it. Then in the last 2 minutes or so we watched a video of a laughing meditation club. It is so funny watching other people laugh. This lady laughed so loud. Then this guy with a goatee was rolling around on the floor lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3827111872905043731?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3827111872905043731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/l-und-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3827111872905043731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3827111872905043731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/l-und-religion.html' title='L&amp;#39;Histoire! Und Religion!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-973999467821805936</id><published>2009-07-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No this entry is not about boring maths. This entry is about me! lol! I think that everyone has different angles about them selves. When you take a picture you can look quite different in the picture even though you haven't changed much at all. I have been thinking about this a lot today. I was looking at my picture at school and I look like a dork, but in these pictures I look different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356492599054180642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlYVo5CiISI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oVJSdoAZPIE/s320/l_d9ef823f247a4776977f174121f078bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the picture above I have to Say I think I look quite mature. I look a bit older and I think it's because of the glasses and the hair style. But still I look quite old. I don't think I look bad in the picture but I definitely look quite different!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356492602243147650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlYVpE6154I/AAAAAAAAAMY/jc8n1ZUaGQI/s320/l_d2687ebdeab94a08a5d6f38c76f52149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture I look quite childish but still nice. I might look kiddy because I have added a few drawings on the outer part lol! But who cares I still look good. I think this is what I mean by angles. You could say that about peoples personalities as well. I mean sometimes Dominique acts so quiet while other days she is so jumpy. It's the different angles or the 'moods' as she puts it lol! But anyway the point is your not always the same. You manage to change every time. Good or Bad? Now that's the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/6614222560611940451-973999467821805936?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/973999467821805936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/angles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/973999467821805936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/973999467821805936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/angles.html' title='Angles'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlYVo5CiISI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oVJSdoAZPIE/s72-c/l_d9ef823f247a4776977f174121f078bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8563960772716421548</id><published>2009-07-07T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Very Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well today is the annual History post lol! Well anyway, today it was really funny. You see we had to describe the wall street crash and then gave us marks on the description out of 10. I got 9½ /10! Very good in my opinion. I didn't even understand it that much. Everyone around me were just describing parts of what it was so I wrote all the parts together mixing in my parts that I knew of it and wa la the result. So everyone in our History corner were asking each other what they got. So then everyone was saying these results.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(By the way this is not a racist comment, he is just saying that because he is the only one is the group who didn't get over 9 or something lol, please understand the joke and not the racist factor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: What did you get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2: 9½ You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: 9½! That's stupid! He was being racist!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I got 9½ too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: Yeah still racist since I am black!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: Your not your brown you idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: You must be colour blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: No! I'm black! And he is Racist. And shut up R!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2: Yeah Shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: What? I didn't even say anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found it funny the way S was trying so hard to have a reason for not getting good in his description. But no wonder he didn't since he wrote like one paragraph when everyone else wrote like 3. Funny him. then the way R just joined in, was quite funny. Poor him though, but he lied, he did say something. lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8563960772716421548?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8563960772716421548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8563960772716421548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8563960772716421548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-funny.html' title='Very Funny!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-267474433645541102</id><published>2009-07-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nkenna and Illiyeen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well today I had a very funny day due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;! Well you see we got our Options for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GCSE&lt;/span&gt; Letters yesterday so I got everything I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! Well back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;. You see I saw her wandering around the Small Hall and then she said that she had a few problems with her Letter Choices and need to talk to Mrs.B to fix the problems. So I said that I would go with her. We went to Mrs.B's Office and then saw that she was in a meeting talking to someones parents. So me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; were waiting outside her office. I found it really funny since she didn't choose half the things on her choice letter. So I was making fun of her a bit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You know they might have already done the timetable like that so you will have to do that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: No! I don't care, I won't go to school!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: You might have to do Business studies and then you will be talking about the recession and looking and graphs and turn into a nerd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: No! I won't go to Business studies. They were my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd choice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: What are you going to say to her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: Um...Mrs.B I have some 'concerns' about the letter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah and then you could list it like, Um..Well I didn't choose business studies, I didn't choose Media Studies either and I don't have a humanities subject or a language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The office of Mrs.B got emptied and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; went in)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: What happened?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: She laughed at me and told me to meet her at Lunch at 12:30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: She laughed? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then in Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PSHEE&lt;/span&gt; I sat next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; and it was so funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; said she would write about it so I shall just quote a really funny quote out of their battle of bums &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt;: I will eat your Family!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I'll eat your earlobe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So funny. I died laughing. The way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; said it so naturally. By the way the summary version was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; drew a bum on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ilkliyeens&lt;/span&gt; and my book. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nkenna's&lt;/span&gt; planner and draws a person with a bum and then some gas coming out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! In the teacher comment section so that the teacher would see. And then it continued and then they started chucking stuff and throwing stuff. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; got angry and said the above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-267474433645541102?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/267474433645541102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/nkenna-and-illiyeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/267474433645541102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/267474433645541102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/nkenna-and-illiyeen.html' title='Nkenna and Illiyeen!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2385202452323621803</id><published>2009-07-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thulazi and Dominique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You won't believe how many times I actually Had to type that title since the Caps lock problem occurred. I get how Dominique was feeling lol! Anyway today was a really nice but weird day. Very funny since Thulazi and Dominique had a soap fight in the toilets which I think Dominique told me not write about since she was going to do so fine. I won't say no more. But Dominique and Thulazi are such a funny pair. They had this little argument and I don't remember how it started but here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dominique: Yeah? Well....You use tons of soap when you wash your hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thulazi: No that's you! Then you put it on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thulazi and Dominique are really good friends but it's just they argue so much that it really makes you laugh. I know I usually laugh at anything but it's no that. Everyone would laugh if they heard the conversations Dominique and Thulazi went through. In the changing rooms during P.E they were like fighting. You see in P.E Dominique and me are on one side of the bench thingy and Illiyeen and Thulazi are on the other. This time though Dominique went on Thulazi's side and took her place. Thulazi told Dominique to move but Dominique refused to move. Thulazi gave her a few budges and still she stayed in one place. then Thulazi grabbed Dominique's P.E Kit and then chucks it on the other side and then Dominique kind of dives after it still saying on Thulazi's side. Then I hand her the P.E kit and then Thualzi starts attacking Dominique's hair. Very funny! Love them 2 so much lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh and as you may know, Dominique has this thing where she continues to go to the toilet which I guess is healthy lol! Well Thulazi gets annoyed by it and I get why lol! So today Illiyeen went during Lunch to go to her Orthodontist appointment. Me and Thulazi and Dominique were left and the Lunch hall. Then Thulazi and Dominique had a kind of Back fight. They turned back to back and then started leaning back on each other. Thulazi won of coarse, since Dominique continued to shreek and then fall of the stool chair thingy. After that us 3 didn't know what to do so we went to the Music block and then came out again. Then we went to the lockers. Thulazi was sitting at the Lockers with Dominique standing and me standing too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thulazi: What shall we do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Don't know. What have we got next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dominique: Geography. German and then R.E.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dominique: I have to go to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thulazi : Oh what a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(We head to the toilet up the stairs, close to us)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thulazi:&lt;/span&gt; (To Dominique) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You go to the toilet and me and Sonya will wait here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dominique: The door is locked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thualzi: Arrrgghhhh Now we have to go the long way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me:Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thualzi was really tired and couldn't be bothered. I was quite tired as well. Dominique was quite energetic though. After that our conversation wasn't that interesting but that's when the soap thingy happened. Thulazi said to DOminique that she should Wash her hands or she would get swine flu lol! Oh and a funny line that I just remembered happened, well conversation really:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thualzi:&lt;/span&gt; (To Illiyeen) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rupert Grint has Swine Flu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Illiyeen: No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thulazi: Yeah, ask Dominique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dominique: Yeah, it was on the news. They Had to stop shooting but now they are shooting again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlIs3ky0dkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xzg6TBug_Ag/s1600-h/148004_2009021218192349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355392240178198082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlIs3ky0dkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xzg6TBug_Ag/s320/148004_2009021218192349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh and may I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;90TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ENTRY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;100TH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MARK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2385202452323621803?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2385202452323621803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/thulazi-and-dominique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2385202452323621803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2385202452323621803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/thulazi-and-dominique.html' title='Thulazi and Dominique!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlIs3ky0dkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xzg6TBug_Ag/s72-c/148004_2009021218192349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8198183548972378040</id><published>2009-07-06T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Leave Her (A Mini Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last year me and him were going out. Yes. It was him. I ended up getting dumped. Not that I mind though, I deserved it, but its her that is bothering me. She cuddles up to him as if she belongs to him. Me and him never used to touch that much. He said that he preferred it that way because he thought it made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; unique. He used to call me 'Chicky'. He called me that so much that he actually had a time when he forgot my name. I never knew that he would end up calling her 'Babes' and her calling him 'Hun'. I mean ain't those names stupid or what? Need a life much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The name 'Chicky' came for our first date. We went to a zoo and it had a little petting zoo inside it. Me and him went to it. I ended up getting chased by a duckling. He found it so funny that he started calling me a chicken. Then he said that I was too 'cute' to be a chicken and called me Chicky instead. I usually called him 'idiot' since he would always joke around and I would always say that. His friends said that I was 'cool'. Then I went a bit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look! I really didn't hurt his brother that much. I didn't mean to say what I did. Either way though I was going to loose. I knew it. You know what they call it, a 'dilemma'. If I said yes to his brother, he would dump me, and if I said no (which I did) he would dump me for hurting his brother. What was I meant to do. Would he be happier if I said yes? Sadly when he dumped me, I didn't say a word. I just left with a nod. I knew it was coming. Me and him made a great couple and now he is with that B----!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He doesn't even like her. He always gets angry with her. They have had like 10 fights already and it has only been 2 weeks. Me and him had a fight in every 6 months or something. We had a great get along 2 years. And then he dumps me so easily. I guess that surprised him a bit too. He wanted me to convince him to take me back. Part of me thinks that is what would have been right. Now I feel like killing a girl who hasn't really done anything to me. She always kisses him every 2 minuets and he has to end up pushing her away or 'casually'. He seemed to dump me so easily. It would be even easier to dump her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way I have no clue why I am even writing this. Anyway I have to go. My boyfriend is calling me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientificblogging.com/graphics/chem%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.scientificblogging.com/graphics/chem%20love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6614222560611940451-8198183548972378040?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8198183548972378040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-her-mini-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8198183548972378040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8198183548972378040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-her-mini-story.html' title='Leave Her (A Mini Story)'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3337198115842077091</id><published>2009-07-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Fun Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Tuesday my two cousins are going to come round with their Mum from India. They are called Suraj and Rohan. Suraj is going to turn 9 this year in September and Rohan turned 5 this year in April. Suraj is into Tennis and Swimming and Rohan is still too young to tell. Me nd Suraj are really close to one another but Rohan doesn't know me as well so he doesn't feel the same way and Suraj does. Suraj and me have played with each other since he was born. I always used to get angry with him for taking my stuff and he would get upset because I was upset with him. Now a days I have got so used to it. They moves to India when Suraj was 4 and then Rohan was just born. That was a huge deal and effected me alt. My uncle was gone and so was my only brothers. I was left as the only child once again except I was even lonelier than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It has taken ages to get used to this fact but I am now OK with it. I have amazing friends who really make up for it. And I am so used to being on my own that it would be weird when they come. I have to share everything again. And I have to hide tons of things that I know the boys will fight over. I am going to have tons of trouble trying to write on my blog or do anything. I won't know what to do about my History essay when he sets it. Plus I also have to go with my Uncle to go buy Mum her birthday present which I have no clue what it will be yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have saved up alot of money for Mum's birthday because I shall not be with mum when it is her birthday. Poor mummy all on her own. hopefully she might go out with her friends or something. That way she might have some fun. Plus she never goes out on her birthday. Her idea of a birthday present is me allowing her to have a lie in lol! But that's not what I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 days after school finishes my uncle will come to London as well then about 9 days after that we will all head over to India. I might not be able to do 4 entries since I have to look after my cousins. But I will write everyday. I am scared that I might not get to get 100 entries done. Please may I! It's my goal and I really want to since I won't write all summer sine I will be gone. So Thulazi and Dominique don't talk about me writing too much since I won't write anymore after the 28th or maybe even earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry about that I had to close the windows since it has started to rain lol! My nan told me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway I wrote 5 today only since I thought that I should make up for yesterday and then I also did a few random ones today! Have a nice day to all of ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3337198115842077091?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3337198115842077091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-fun-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3337198115842077091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3337198115842077091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let The Fun Begin!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5845906736821580315</id><published>2009-07-05T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ego Boost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I really love the different features that slink has on it's website. Thank you Dominique for showing me the site. Well anyway I thought that I would explore it a bit more today. I found something really quite funnily cool. You can have your own virtual &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EGO BOOST!&lt;/span&gt; Amazing. I bet everyone loves that. Having a computer that says really good stuff about you. Of coarse I am doing it as a little fun but this can be good for you if you think anything bad about yourself. These things are all true and you should remember that. I will randomly press the Ego Boost Thingy 5 times over and then lets see what I have to say afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'You make my heart leap'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'You make me feel happy and warm inside'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'You're soooooo cute!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'Your hotter than you think'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'You are better than chocolate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I really just have to say that in the world somewhere there really could be someone who thinks this thing about you. Like for example Dominique gets thought the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; one about her all the time lol! I really think that these lines are quite sweet. It really could make you feel quite good about myself. But if you already think that your 'hot' then the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; one is going over the top lol! You should always feel happy about yourself but there is no harm in thinking you have bad points. Everyone does. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No body's perfect.&lt;/span&gt; But never overdo the love for yourself. You should not act over the top you need a good balance. Who know maybe the things said could be thought about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5845906736821580315?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5845906736821580315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/ego-boost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5845906736821580315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5845906736821580315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/ego-boost.html' title='Ego Boost!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8344664621655781391</id><published>2009-07-05T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quite a few people say that my eyes are quite big. They also say that they are nice, I have long eye lashes and so on. But I never noticed that my eyes could make me look so scary. I took this picture that I think I look really scary in. I contrasted it so that my eyes stand out quite a bit. I have dark patched under my eyes though. That's due to having to wear glasses and also the sunlight was shining. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlCQYS8k0gI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_BNvpxTbOo/s1600-h/l_06035d02b9a64b9c9dc689992752a5ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938704020689410" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlCQYS8k0gI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_BNvpxTbOo/s320/l_06035d02b9a64b9c9dc689992752a5ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to know that is meant to be a black kiss in the bottom corner. And so you know what I think of myself in the picture it says it on the side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I thought the Skull and Cross bones would go well with the scary subject &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! The cloudy things in the top corners are where I used the erasers to get rid of the background since I didn't want to show you guys my Mum's room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Well not you guys but people on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out that the rubbing out looks like little clouds. So it doesn't look that bad now does it. the checked pattern by the way is my mum's bed sheet. It is a pale yellow colour and it is silky. I am wearing this top that looks like a sleeveless top over a halterneck but it isn't. And my hair is clipped up without any hair band! I never knew that it would actually stay. But it actually does quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8344664621655781391?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8344664621655781391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8344664621655781391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8344664621655781391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/scary.html' title='SCARY!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SlCQYS8k0gI/AAAAAAAAAMA/T_BNvpxTbOo/s72-c/l_06035d02b9a64b9c9dc689992752a5ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8313499571942887604</id><published>2009-07-05T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday before we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puja&lt;/span&gt; we went to Turnpike lane. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ambala&lt;/span&gt; first since it was the only shop that was actually open. I felt so hungry. I thought that the shop was trying to torture me. They had all these hot amazing foods. I felt like just grabbing one and stuffing it in my mouth. Sadly that is know as stealing so I didn't do it. Although I could have got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dida&lt;/span&gt; to pay for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dida&lt;/span&gt; (Nan) bought tons of amazing sweets. We bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jamun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gulab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jamun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ladus&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ladu&lt;/span&gt;) and some Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Burfi&lt;/span&gt; for me. The chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;burfi&lt;/span&gt; are so amazing they have a layer of chocolate on top. I love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ambala&lt;/span&gt; makes great sweets but their Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Burfi&lt;/span&gt; ain't as good as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jaaneman&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Burfis&lt;/span&gt;. But that's because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jaaneman&lt;/span&gt; mostly just sell their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;burfis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Not that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ambala&lt;/span&gt; ones are not good, they are really nice too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then we went to the grocery shop opposite. We bought quite a few vegetables and 3 boxes of Mangoes! I love Mangoes. Who doesn't? Greatest fruit ever! then we bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt; (Cottage Cheese) and some chilly pickles. Yum! Then since their were so many bags the owner called one of his workers to help put all the bags in the car. Then my nan said I should take the guy to the car so that she can buy some fish next door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man was so nice. He took most of the bags leaving me with only one. Then he helped me to cross the road even though I rally didn't need that much help. It was just really busy. Then once we Had crossed and he put all the things in the car he still didn't go. He asked me if I was going to cross the road and I nodded and so he said he would wait. So I ordered the bags properly and then I closed the boot. He then helped me cross back. He called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Beti&lt;/span&gt; all the time with meant child. He even dropped me off by the fish shop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then at the fish shop my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dida&lt;/span&gt; bought some prawns and other stuff (no clue what it was). Then we went. i was so tired that I wasn't in the mood for doing anything else. Then my nan saw some vegetables and suddenly we were off again. I ended up coming out with like another 4 bags. I dumped them in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; car and then my nan complained. She said that I put the bags down too hard and that I should be more careful; they could get bruised or something. I never knew my nan had so much energy to shop around like that. But then when she sat down at the car she said she was tired. If only she realised that earlier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8313499571942887604?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8313499571942887604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8313499571942887604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8313499571942887604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-people.html' title='Nice people!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6623030835166286452</id><published>2009-07-05T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry I couldn't write in my blog yesterday. We had to go to a Puja that was held by someone at their house. I really didn't know what to do since I didn't even do the Puja. The priest who was doing it was getting on every one's nerves because he continued getting angry because people were whispering. In a normal Puja everyone can talk who ain't doing it and the priest will just read the few things he has to. But this guy was really picky. He continued to saying that he couldn't concentrate. No one was talking except a little baby (Niece). How can we get a baby to shut up? Plus the mum couldn't take her out since she was doing the Puja. And if any one else tried to touch the baby she would cry. I ended up having to take her out since she likes me lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Puja the man continued getting angry and asking some people why they didn't do the Puja. Then one of my uncles got a bit angry and then said that if someone didn't want to the do the Puja then they should have a right to an that he should learn how to be a proper priest. No one was really surprised. The priest on the other hand was shocked. But he stopped getting angry. I found him really annoying too. I think he thought that I couldn't speak Bengali since he continued to translate stuff in English for all the kids. Then my nan said to him that I already understand. He found that really funny and started saying that I was really quiet and should talk more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Puja was over we got to eat a few 'Proshades'. These are fruit and sweets and stuff that were given to God during the Puja and then we eat afterwards since we think that God has put blessings in the food we had given. Not sure if that is true or not but I like the food. The fruits were a bit sour but I forced myself to eat all of them. Then the sweets were delicious. I ate them all with out hesitation. Of coarse there isn't just fruits and sweets, we also had Rice and vegetarian curry's to go with it. Amazingly nice. After that all the kids went into the Garden. I was playing around with Aleya (Niece) while 2 boys beat up each other (Bothers, but not my bothers) and a few little girls played it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aleya is so cute. She is really good and copying me. I continued to stamp my feet when I walked to hear the noise and she would stamp hers too. She liked being in sync with me and then when it went out of sinc she would say ''No! It's wrong! No! Its wrong!'' in her cute little baby voice. I then would start again. Plus they had a huge garden and so they had a huge trampoline. Me and Aleya went on it. We jumped for hours. Then I finally had to tell her to stop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Aleya I can't jump no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aleya: Yes you can. I can, look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: No I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aleya: Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: I am getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aleya: Mummy's older than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Yeah that's why she isn't jumping either. How about we go listen to some music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aleya: Can we jump later then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is so cute. It's easy to tell her stuff. She actually would listen. I really like the way she likes me so much. It makes me feel really nice. When ever some people would come to see her she would hide behind me. I would try getting her to come out and all she would do is dig deeper into my top. Then when her Mum tells her off she comes running to me and I have to tell off her Mum! Even though her Mum is like my age. I find that really funny and so does her Mum. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards Aleya went to her Mum and I went upstairs. Well the 2 boys who were fighting were called Joshua and Kiran. Joshua is 2 years younger than me and Kiran is...I don't know exactly but he is younger that Josh. Kiran is quite violent but then in Fights Josh always wins. Me and Josh talk a lot about weird things. Kiran is usually in his own world and so me and Josh usually play video games together, or watch TV. So me and Josh went upstairs to his Mum's room and we watched 'you've been framed' and then 'Animals do the Silliest Things'. On 'Animals Do The Silliest Things' they showed this band in Tokyo or somewhere like that where they was a underwater band. It had White wales and Walruses. The White wales sang while the Walruses did wood wind. It sounded quite bad but it was still quite cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I can home. I felt really tired and wanted to drop dead lol! NOT LITERALLY. I had a lot of fun but I thought that it was a bit too much for one day. Don't you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6623030835166286452?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6623030835166286452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/puja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6623030835166286452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6623030835166286452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/puja.html' title='Puja'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4664123015615554837</id><published>2009-07-03T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;All the girls in our class got talked to by the teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt; from the boys about M bullying other people. Then it made me think how much it must hurt to actually be that badly bullied. M isn't actually that stupid he just acts stupid on purpose so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; people laugh at him. I know he thinks that people are laughing with him but sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; laughing at him. He used to be really innocent before and not as annoying. Now he is just mean and I have to admit that when he gets bullied, it gives him a taste of his own medicine. He actually turned on his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. When he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; any friends they were with him and now he is making fun of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just want to say that you shouldn't bully people. It's okay if you don't like someone but it doesn't mean that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; should be mean to that someone because of it. You know how sometimes you are asked to keep things to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;, well this would be a great example. I have no problem if you hate someone even though you really shouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; that many people. It might make you a loner. Plus it is horrible to be racist or sexist or something. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it when someone is being racist. I find it really bad since it really can't be helped. Your making fun of a persons race which that person can't do anything about. You should have the right to be proud of your race without any idiots going against you. Also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't mess with any one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; religion. So what if you don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; the same thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't try changing their thoughts just because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that. Let them think for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I like the way everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt; in different things., It makes our world really....interesting. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the colour of our skins has nothing to do with who you are. The fact that we all look different is good. It isn't good to have too much of a good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Plus what and who you are should not be made fun of. If it is put an end to it. Tell the teacher and if nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; then just handle it and tell the teacher that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; told them and their tactic didn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4664123015615554837?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4664123015615554837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4664123015615554837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4664123015615554837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-5697498096972156573</id><published>2009-07-03T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I am Bored.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally Bored! Have no clue what I want to do now so I thought that it would be alright if  I did another entry. I don't know where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thualzi&lt;/span&gt; and Dominique are so I might so search for them after I write more of this entry. I want to talk to someone since I actually haven't talked to anyone all morning beside family. Today we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; in C20 which is a computer  room for we are doing some survey. I dunno what kind of survey but I have no clue why we are being told to do this since I see no point in the school having to know all of that stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The schools ask for too much information. I don't get why they need to know what I do outside of school. Or if I am a only child or something like that. It really is none of their business. For all we know this school could be evil and give all our personal details away. They could ruin our whole lives...alright they won't since they are so 'good' but you know it still could happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would we do if some stranger finds out everything about us. What would we say to them. Oh please don't know those stuff about me? Or piss off? No you actually couldn't do anything to stop the fact that they would know everything about you. They should only have to know a few things not your whole life story. Don't you agree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-5697498096972156573?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5697498096972156573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-i-am-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5697498096972156573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/5697498096972156573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-i-am-bored.html' title='Now I am Bored.....'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-7731793933716089774</id><published>2009-07-02T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I feel really jolly. I know that I shouldn't feel jolly since we have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt; in the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Maths. But I really can't help feeling so happy. I walked to school today. I saw quite a few people that really surprised me. I know this is Random but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; nothing to do but stare at some weird people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly I saw this really big guy with this little Poodle. I thought that it was so silly. Why would such a built guy have such a little skinny poodle. The guy was also wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It really didn't go with his image. Maybe he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be soft on the inside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I saw this old lady at her window staring down at me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; she is I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lliyeen's&lt;/span&gt; neighbour. Usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; always points her out and i can never see her properly but this time I actually saw. I actually felt like laughing. I have no clue why. I kinda feel sorry for her since she has nothing better to do than look out the window at passing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Byers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly I saw this lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; was looking around for something. I am guessing that it was her oyster card. She was like emptying her whole bag on the street trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; it. i felt really sorry for her. She had like another 2 bags with her and so had no other hands free. I wanted to help her but she found it after a few minutes any way. But then  there were no buses for her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well that was my weird walk. Plus since today it is Friday I was thinking that I would get a head start on writing the four entries a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. This way it would be much more interesting. Oh! And I also had a really bad panic attack thing. You see I thought that we had Maths, Physics and History homework. So I ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; to my locker but then it turned out that  we didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; any of them. I actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; no homework. Then I felt really pissed since I had all that stress for no bloody reason! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-7731793933716089774?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7731793933716089774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7731793933716089774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/7731793933716089774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1402120442329754552</id><published>2009-07-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>20 to 100!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am trying really hard only to write 3 a day since Dominique &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; are going on about how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entries&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; but I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep on having something else to say that is on a completely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;related topic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anyhu&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I have finally got 80 entries. This is my 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one! Only 20 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more to 100! If I do continue to do 4 a day then I should get &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 done in like 5 days! So amazing! Sorry Dominique and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thualzi&lt;/span&gt;. I will stop writing so much after I get to the 100 mark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1402120442329754552?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1402120442329754552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-to-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1402120442329754552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1402120442329754552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-to-100.html' title='20 to 100!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6110045450468686640</id><published>2009-07-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk To School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tomorrow, I shall actually venture through the similar roads that I cross everyday but i shall cross them from the opposite side. The road will be long and hard. I shall be strong with my bag on my shoulder and my boots staying strong and firm! I shall not let the heat get to me for I am a warrior. Not just any warrior. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Latymer&lt;/span&gt; Warrior and I shall survive! I will face the heat, the weird mortals and even the dragon dogs that try to sniff you. It will be a tough journey but I shall do it! With no companions.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alright so I made it a bit dramatic and I sounded like a guy but really I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! And I am meant to make everything be Dramatic. It's just how we Leos are. Amazing. I thought that you guys get the hint though right. Well I am not getting drove to school which shall be...well read the text above again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I don't want to in the horrid heat but since my nan have given our car to the MOT people we won't have it until Saturday. I really need car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I find it hot enough in our car. Plus the people in our road are a bit weird and funny but really I guess I have nothing to be scared of except the fact that I might faint or something. It's another thing us Leos do a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Well I don't that much at all. I get Dizzy a lot but i don't be dramatic about it. I won't say that I won't faint for that will be speaking too soon. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6110045450468686640?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6110045450468686640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6110045450468686640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6110045450468686640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-to-school.html' title='Walk To School!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3500914433521907321</id><published>2009-07-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter 6th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well finally the Harry Potter film is going to come out Soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; said that it would come out on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. Well me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; and Dominique are planning on going to go see it together. It would be our first actual outing together. It was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thulazi's&lt;/span&gt; idea. She is good at planning these things I am guessing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I enjoy watching Harry Potter so much. Sadly though I think this is the one where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; dies. I know Lot's of people feel very emotional about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; but really I don't really feel like that. I think that he really is a good teacher and all but he is old and was going to die someday. I preferred the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;. You know that they used for the first Harry Potter and the Second I think. Not sure. Dominique?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hope Harry doesn't over do the act when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; dies like he usually does. I really do feel sorry for him but he still has a few more stuff to do before he can become a good actor. And stripping in front of a live audience doesn't count. Or showing his Butt in a film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;P.S. Harry Potter didn't really do that stuff the actor who plays him did (Daniel Radcliffe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;But I still like him as the role for that character. If they change the actually harry Potter it would ruin the whole film. He looks better with longer hair though. Very sad that he actually cut it all off. But I guess all actors have to try some new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3500914433521907321?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3500914433521907321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-6th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3500914433521907321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3500914433521907321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-6th.html' title='Harry Potter 6th!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1918218080218179344</id><published>2009-07-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Voyage! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today in Food Tech we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to make our own Burgers and Stupid Me, had to make the most weirdest burger ever. It was a lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tikka&lt;/span&gt; burger. I know sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt; right? But really it is so hard to make. My mum said that me and her would go get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; and then we were just saying stuff about the weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Why do you need Rice in a burger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Maybe you put it on the side or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: 15 Basil  leaves? Do those even exist?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;He he&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe not but then we could just get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;powdery&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Toasted Flaked Almonds? Oh yeah because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tesco's&lt;/span&gt; waits and says 'yes, we have flaked Almonds that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tasted&lt;/span&gt; specially just for Sonya!' Why do your teacher have to ask for such weird stuff. God Knows what your gonna make!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really couldn't blame her. Then when in the actual cooking came I mucked everything up. I made too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;burgers&lt;/span&gt; due to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; too much meat. Then I had taken ages just to make the burger shapes since I couldn't find a presser that actually worked! Then instead of 8 burgers I made 8 with extra which thankfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; took. Then it was taking ages for the salsa to be done so I had to do that too. My salsa just turned out to be runny hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and onion with a few basil leaves floating around so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was rubbish! Then it got late making the burger and then Mrs.D had to fix it. Then i broke it while trying to pick it up! Then finally I noticed I forgot to do the salad so then I quickly put everything on a plate and ended up butting some sweet corn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; on the side with spinach leaves&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;floating on it. SO horrid! Luckily I have thrown it away1 My nan looked at my other burgers and said that she would &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'FIX'&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;See&lt;/span&gt;! I knew it was bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Finally though it's over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This entries award goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nkenna&lt;/span&gt; for saving the extra part of my Burger and not ruining like I did to my one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1918218080218179344?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1918218080218179344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/burger-voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1918218080218179344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1918218080218179344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/burger-voyage.html' title='Burger Voyage! :('/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8682654563531997856</id><published>2009-07-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Music Saves Our Souls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I got really annoyed with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; music player so as you can see I got it changed. I thought that it was annoying that some of the songs in the old one didn't play and that it went in such a horrid order. So I changed the whole thing. I put more songs by girls on it since there was too many boy singers. I then put it in a kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;girl boy pattern. It you listen then you should hopefully notice it. I put in a huge mix. It has Jay Sean and Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;. So a huge mix. but I hope you guys like it. I also thought that it would be cool to change the skin since some of them are videos and you can't see it even if you wanted to. SO I changed the skin s it is like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this now. Then I thought that the colours on my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; thingy didn't suit my new skin. Then I thought that they should be much brighter so I made it really nice and bright. I know it doesn't quite go but I like it. Plus the pattern is really nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8682654563531997856?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8682654563531997856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-saves-our-souls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8682654563531997856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8682654563531997856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-saves-our-souls.html' title='Music Saves Our Souls!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-6441081025954429809</id><published>2009-06-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM GOING TO WRITE IN JUNE 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I THINK THIS MONTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WENT QUITE WELL IN THE WRITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PERSPECTIVE. TIME FOR JULY TO START. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WILL WRITE AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;MUCH AS POSSIBLE IN JULY BUT IN AUGUST REMEMBER THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WON'T BE WRITING ANYTHING! ON HOLIDAY. SORRY! BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SEPTEMBER I SHALL ALSO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WRITE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;! LOVE EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-6441081025954429809?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6441081025954429809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6441081025954429809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/6441081025954429809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2347285389786284607</id><published>2009-06-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Taylor Launter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well I think that everyone can agree with me when I say that Taylor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Launter&lt;/span&gt; is so good looking. I totally love him. He isn't like other people either. I was on YouTube and I was watching some new moon trailers when they showed one of his interview videos. He actually said that he was looking for a girl who is not scared to just be herself. Just act stupid and goofy. I thought that was so unique. Not may famous people will say that they like goofy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He is so amazing. He is actually a black belt in Karate! So amazing. I mean he is so strong. And some people said that they might not use him for New Moon so he had to buff up a bit more. So that really is real muscle! 100% fitness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! He is also a very talented actor. He acts so nice and cute in all his roles. Well...Maybe I thought he acted cute in his earlier films because he was just a little kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! All kid actors are quite cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sadly though he goes on dates with Selena Gomez. I know that you lot might not believe me but really he does. Selena is over there where they are shooting the New Moon trailer. Think she has a film or something. He goes out with her during his lunch break and they just goof around. So cute. I like Selena Gomez. She is so pretty. They both look really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! It may be hat they are just friends but they are really close. And I think he really cares about her. He waits for her just to have lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. Still so amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!Here are a few pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/clink/Actors/taylor_lautner/taylor_lautner_1214759965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/taylor-lautner/taylor-lautner-20070121-201302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants/taylor_lautner/pantspred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 772px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/images/200904271020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thebosh.com/upload/2008/05/04/selena_gomez_to_replace_miley_cyrus/Selena-Gomez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2347285389786284607?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2347285389786284607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/taylor-launter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2347285389786284607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2347285389786284607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/taylor-launter.html' title='Taylor Launter'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3500324098488863642</id><published>2009-06-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Untouched</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You lot know that I have been writing about that Untouched Video by the Veronicas for a while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now and so you know what I will let you listen to it. Even better I will let you watch the video.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But the video has a bit of kissing in it but don't need to watch it that thoroughly because it's not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the video, its the song. I like the tune and they way their voices go together so well. Hope you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="623" height="489" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54ce7aa9fddc02d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH31nOWEz4T_Ar5dqgCHHif80-W-DYKo_HsGMQjm8529iVKxn2IpTF3A5hXwZr-DJcEO4-zl2q5Qz3L4ovvZ9xjm34fIuOPMtHNv8rZZcNO0wx8FRbOFkGUpzQ38CWF5ncpj9dslaJ79dhjHflEF-xWRjdsLehXMapvjYK-Cy2KWp7TPPzz2IQs6ixgUHz_Kyp5Fg5SI1hE_afVLxMwPLokB%26sigh%3DQzTGn3X54mjxFVrnchXb_HJSFo4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54ce7aa9fddc02d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3XNiCNNOL9V6KOx_0kGZXTJprBc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="623" height="489" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH31nOWEz4T_Ar5dqgCHHif80-W-DYKo_HsGMQjm8529iVKxn2IpTF3A5hXwZr-DJcEO4-zl2q5Qz3L4ovvZ9xjm34fIuOPMtHNv8rZZcNO0wx8FRbOFkGUpzQ38CWF5ncpj9dslaJ79dhjHflEF-xWRjdsLehXMapvjYK-Cy2KWp7TPPzz2IQs6ixgUHz_Kyp5Fg5SI1hE_afVLxMwPLokB%26sigh%3DQzTGn3X54mjxFVrnchXb_HJSFo4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54ce7aa9fddc02d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3XNiCNNOL9V6KOx_0kGZXTJprBc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh and because Dominique says that I write too much I haven't wrote much today. But there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;are quite a lot of pictures and vids lol. And I won't write anymore for today lol1 See that's not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;that bad. Only 3 today Dominique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3500324098488863642?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54ce7aa9fddc02d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3500324098488863642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/untouched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3500324098488863642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3500324098488863642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/untouched.html' title='Untouched'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-247271821411233357</id><published>2009-06-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>German, Geography.......And Thulazi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; is so funny? The funny thing is that she really doesn't try to be most of time and it is so funny. She is so nice. She just says these random things and they really do make you die in laughter. She is really calm and amazingly tall. I kind of feel sorry for her when she gets in awkward situations like in German today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt; during the fashion show it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thulazi's&lt;/span&gt; turn and then Miss decided that she wanted the modelling people to dance. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt;. She had to strut her stuff and dance. It was funny though for she did a really funny disco move. But she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disserves&lt;/span&gt; the award for bravest. I probably wouldn't do any moves and let the next people do it. But no she took it and she did it. Well done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I sat next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goeography&lt;/span&gt; (and chemistry too, but that wasn't as interesting). She was so randomly cute. It was so funny that I really couldn't breath. She was listening to the conversation with Mrs.B and Lorna about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lorna&lt;/span&gt; apparently having swine flu. Then I didn't hear the rest and was just working a bit more. After a few minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; (gently) slaps my shoulder and says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Mrs.B has swine flu! No Really! She does I heard her say it!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was so funny how randomly and cutely she said it. You should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; hear it. If you didn't you might not find it that funny but it's just she gets so excited over the little things. No one could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thulazish&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; herself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this entries award goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Thulazi&lt;/span&gt; for being HERSELF! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-247271821411233357?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/247271821411233357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/german-geographyand-thulazi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/247271821411233357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/247271821411233357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/german-geographyand-thulazi.html' title='German, Geography.......And Thulazi!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1011181142233418282</id><published>2009-06-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fogetfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I have to confess something that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; have mentioned or may not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;. I am VERY forgetful. I can't remember anything. If someone tells me to do something I always forget it in like minutes. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; so many example, this is the most common one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Sunny, can you run upstairs and put my bath water on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I run upstairs and put the bath water on)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Sunny, come upstairs now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I run upstairs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: You forgot to but the plug in and so there is no water in the bath!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;He he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: It's not funny, now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wait ages for some more water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I really do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; so much and hear the same thing as well. I find it quite funny but my Mum never seems to get the funny side of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Sometimes I go upstairs and forget what I was asked to do and so have to come back down to ask again then I keep on saying it in my brain so I don't forget.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then today I read my horoscope for tomorrow on the BBC Slink site that is linked on my Partners in Crime section.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; this. Hopefully I won't forget something about the Fashion show. Now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be extra careful that I don't forget anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crucial&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow: Tuesday 30 June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A rather disorganised end to June finds you wondering where you left your head. Forgetfulness could get you into trouble - trouble which you then compound by refusing to take responsibility for your mistakes! Make yourself several lists and refer to them constantly if you must - try to stay on top of things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6614222560611940451-1011181142233418282?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1011181142233418282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/fogetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1011181142233418282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1011181142233418282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/fogetfulness.html' title='Fogetfulness'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-1307370033708065592</id><published>2009-06-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Maths lol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Sarah observe our Maths teacher quite thoroughly due to us thinking that he is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt;. So a while ago he made us watch this film/documentary about this guy who solved 'Fermat's Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Theorem&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We found it very boring but he found it very fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;1 In the video it showed this man crying due to him solving this maths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;theorem&lt;/span&gt;. We couldn't understand why he was crying. It kind of made us think if our maths teacher would do that too. Anyway me and Sarah talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about this film now a days. We always quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Guy crying)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'.....That's when I noticed....I...I actually solved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fermat's&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Theorem&lt;/span&gt;. And I went downstairs to my wife and said I did it! I solved Fermat's last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Theorem&lt;/span&gt;. It....it....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Sarah was thinking that his wife must be very patient to be able to handle all of this. I f I was her I probably would tell him to stop being so dramatic but I guess that's why I'm not his wife. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to say that I give her my praise for handling such a husband. She must be very angelic and smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-1307370033708065592?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1307370033708065592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/maths-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1307370033708065592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/1307370033708065592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/maths-lol.html' title='Maths lol!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-16936725751677803</id><published>2009-06-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fashion Show!....and Dominique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow we are going to have a fashion show in German. Me and Dominique are partner and so the theme is black with masks of different colours. So today at lunch we made the masks. I make a Gold one with this weird silver squiggly design thingy and Dominique made a Silver one with Golden dots. My one came out way too small but it still fits. Dominique's one came out quite large even after she cut it to be smaller. But they look quite alright and so the show should be fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we have already had a Fashion Show in French when we were in year 8 and now we have to do it in German. In our French class it was fun. You see we were just strutting around and being silly. Some boys came in their pajamas. Then since only one of them had bought slippers they had one slipper on each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! In that one me and Dominique were together as well! Really funny. We end up together when it comes to these kinda things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy working with Dominique. It is fun talking about these things with her. I end up hearing these word a lot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Can't be bothered'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'No!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very funny! She says those a lot to me. I never knew that I would make her say those so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! She acts all angelic to others and turns wild around me. Sometimes it's really funny. I know this sounds weird but I enjoy arguing with Dominique. We argue so much but the fun is that we argue so loudly. We practically scream. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Illiyeen&lt;/span&gt; has to tell us to shut up but sometimes we don't listen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-16936725751677803?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/16936725751677803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-showand-dominique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/16936725751677803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/16936725751677803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-showand-dominique.html' title='Fashion Show!....and Dominique!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-422918930578829747</id><published>2009-06-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Stupid Codes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I was just trying to make my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; profile a bit better for i had nothing else much to do. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; it once and got this new one that has these boxes of different products from a company name called COACH. I think it looks quite alright but you see I found this really cool black and white one now that I want to change it to but it won't let me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My customise profile bit is showing my old profile design and then when I am copying one code this other code keeps on appearing. Then it is making it not change one bit. I am trying my best to get that code on but it refuses to work so you know what I give up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been working hours on it for no bloody reason so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; thing to do is back down. It is because of my stupid computer! Why does my computer never work when it is meant to? It is horrible to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of 'horrible to me', Dominique is back to normal now and so she has started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; evil again! She is hitting me with her jumper and then nudging me and stuff. Very mean!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-422918930578829747?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/422918930578829747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-codes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/422918930578829747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/422918930578829747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-codes.html' title='Stupid Codes!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2822795519125793954</id><published>2009-06-28T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>TWINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I noticed that I have been watching a lot of twin stuff recently. I just saw the Disney Channel series of Suite Life on deck which is about two boy twins who are causing trouble in a boat cruise. It is really cool. I like watching it. The boys are not a hundred percent twins since you can tell them apart quite easily. I think it might be that they are one hundred percent twins but one of them is a bit chubbier than the other (or not). Anyway so that was the first twin I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/tv_the_suite_life_on_deck02.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/tv_the_suite_life_on_deck02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadsuitelifeofzackandcod.blog.co.in/files/2009/01/stars-cole-dylan-sprouse-400a101106.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://downloadsuitelifeofzackandcod.blog.co.in/files/2009/01/stars-cole-dylan-sprouse-400a101106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Second one was when I was watching Hairspray there were a pair of twins on the show in the film. They were called Noreen and Doreen. Typical twin names lol! They didn't look all that at all. But they were good actresses even though they had little parts. I found them quite funny in the film because they didn't react normally and that was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyctalentproject.com/headshots/tengen.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://nyctalentproject.com/headshots/tengen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyctalentproject.com/headshots/bengen.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://nyctalentproject.com/headshots/bengen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Third twins I saw was in my room. I have tons of posters on my room that I get from magazines and stuff so I had this one of Mary-Kate and Ashley. Well you can tell them apart since Mary-Kate in that picture has red hair and Ashley has blond. Now though I think Mary-Kate is blond and Ashley doesn't seem to be shown but she is apparently turned anorexic or something. She has one of those illnesses. Poor Chicky lol! (P.S that lol was not because it is funny that she is anorexic its because I said Chicky which made me sound quite old lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://frillr.com/files/images/Mary-Kate-and-Ashley-Olsen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then the fourth twins like I said in a previous entry is the Veronicas. They in the music video of Untouched both have black hair but now I think one of them has Blond and her name is Jess and then the black haired girl is called Lisa. They look quite alright in the video. I think that their voices are quite unique. Plus they were in a programme that happened along time ago called Suite life of Zack an Cody in Hollywood. Very nice programme. The Suite life on Deck is the sequel to that series. The Veronicas appeared in that and I thought that they deserved it lol. The programme was about how Zack and Cody (the twins) got a part in a Hollywood film but then these girls came in the audience and then they got picked instead and it was sad for the boys but happy for the girls since everyone loved them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lyricsmusic.name/img/photos/a2180the-veronicas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-2822795519125793954?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2822795519125793954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2822795519125793954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2822795519125793954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/twins.html' title='TWINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-2497866994755484848</id><published>2009-06-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Micheal Jackson Tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really am going to miss him. I mean when me and my Mum watched it in the news we ended up staring in disbelief:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: What!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: He's...Dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Sunny check properly! Listen to what they are saying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I found it really sad and unexpected. I guess it was going to happen someday but I never thought he would die so soon. He will be remembered for a while now. He probably will never get forgotten.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since there are already quite a few tributes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; I won't make this entry long or anything. I shall keep it short with a few extra pictures! Enjoy and Remember:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'If you want to be a fan fine, but really don't over do it. The man deserves to have a private life too, so don't believe everything you hear. Keep your love for him between you two and no one else'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/Sammyfight56/MichealJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v134/Sammyfight56/MichealJackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.geocities.com/nolramluke/micheal-jackson-thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://au.geocities.com/nolramluke/micheal-jackson-thriller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.solarnavigator.net/music/music_images/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px" alt="" src="http://www.solarnavigator.net/music/music_images/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixtapetorrent.com/system/files/thesoulfulyears.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://www.mixtapetorrent.com/system/files/thesoulfulyears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6614222560611940451-2497866994755484848?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2497866994755484848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/micheal-jackson-tribute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2497866994755484848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/2497866994755484848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/micheal-jackson-tribute.html' title='Micheal Jackson Tribute.'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8766277828736565254</id><published>2009-06-28T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relaxe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Absolute Relaxation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I am thinking of doing absolutly nothing. My cold is much better so I can go to school tomoz! Yay! I really missed my frineds. Even not seeing them lot for 3 days seems like a whole 2 weeks or something. I started today by having a nice bath with Lavender Oils! Very nice and relaxing. Then I went downstairs and had some cereal. Came back up and am now on the computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Night I was watching Hairspray, the film. I hadn't watched it in a while so thought that I should watch it again. That film is so good. And it's not because of Zac Effron since he seems to play a dream guy role lol! Anyway I actually noticed that I could sing alonmg with the whole film. I was very proud of myself for remembering. But then this morning when I watched it again, I forgot all the worlds. SO I went to the potions where you can play the songs on their own and then but the sing along on. I sang with the words then took them off and fogot again! SO you know what I have given up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today on the computer I updated my internet browser so now it is like the browser Domionique showed me when she was trying to show me the mushroom thingy lol! If she does ask me if i can see them I shall finally hopefully be able to say yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and one more thing. I listened to this new song by two twins called the Veronicas. I had listened to it a whlie ago and then forgot the name so I watched it again and remembered yay! The song is called Untouched and I like it. It's cool taht they are twins and have such a good range of singing. One of them has a higheer voice and the other a bit lower, so when they sing together it sounds really good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8766277828736565254?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8766277828736565254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/absolute-relaxation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8766277828736565254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8766277828736565254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/absolute-relaxation.html' title='Absolute Relaxation.'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-4428148084860399651</id><published>2009-06-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New Top Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So have just come back from the market. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt;. The weather is so hot and then my nan bought this huge roll of curtain fabric that I ended up carrying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; since she had hurt her arm. It was so tiring. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; a bottle of water so quickly which is weird for me even in the summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; drink much water at all, hence the fact that I don't go to the toilet that often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyway when we went we took one of my nan's friends. She is nice but there is one problem with her, she has too much energy for her own good. So she went off as soon as we got there on her own and then me and my nan went off in another direction. Then when we were ready to go we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to phone her. But since she keeps her phone at the bottom of her bag she didn't hear until the fifth call, and I was dying holding the huge roll of fabric plus several other heavy bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Once she noticed she called back and we told her to meet us outside Pizza hut. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; we ended up standing outside the shop for like 30-40 minutes dying in the heat. So we called her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; like 2 times. She said that she couldn't find us. So we told her that we were going to the car and to meet us there. on the way to the car me and my nan saw this really cool shirt/top/dress thing and I tried it on since it was only in one size and it fit like a glove! My nan bought it for me. It is blue black and green checked with a really cool clip belt. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; quite good on me, if I don't say so myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So we took a while to buy that and thought oh no! For my nan's friend would be waiting for us at our car. Then we rushed over to the car to see no one there. We didn't know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; went away again or not. SO we put everything in the car waiting for about 10-20 minutes! Then after that amount of time she came and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; she told us that we came here early. I found it quite annoying and my nan was looking at me as if to say 'calm down Sonya'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Even though my Nan was tired she wanted a few veggies so we all got out of the car to the veggie shop. Well me and my nan bought a few things then came out and was waiting for her to come out. then we waited like half an hour for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; and she didn't show up! I ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; to look for her but we couldn't find her. Then we see her coming in the opposite direction for she thought that we were in the car! I got so annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now she is stay&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; for Dinner which I am having to help my nan make. But really she should think a bit more. She is younger than my Nan b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-4428148084860399651?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4428148084860399651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-top-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4428148084860399651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/4428148084860399651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-top-alert.html' title='New Top Alert!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8206974656021718231</id><published>2009-06-27T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Hoodie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I actually took some pictures using my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web cam&lt;/span&gt; of me in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; that came out quite nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Then I went on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;my space&lt;/span&gt; account and then I edited the picture so it was a bit more funky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; the way this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; is light grey and plain but it has a frilly bit at the bottom. Then when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; zip it up the frills make it look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and skirt in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! But it is really comfortable. Here is the picture with it just partially funked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SkXrc5P2bNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8xKbNsaNwYs/s1600-h/Hoodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351942613835869394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SkXrc5P2bNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8xKbNsaNwYs/s320/Hoodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then this is the fully funked up one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SkXsA_wtpnI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxzJ9pZEtUk/s1600-h/Black+adn+white+hoodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351943234059609714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SkXsA_wtpnI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxzJ9pZEtUk/s320/Black+adn+white+hoodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which one do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-8206974656021718231?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8206974656021718231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hoodie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8206974656021718231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/8206974656021718231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hoodie.html' title='My Hoodie!'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/SkXrc5P2bNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8xKbNsaNwYs/s72-c/Hoodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-3100427611234208531</id><published>2009-06-27T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today me and my nan are going to go to the market. I enjoy going to the market for it is kind of fun. I guess I just enjoy shopping. Well we are going to go buy some curtains and then buy me a new bed cover hopefully. I have seen this bed cover I really like. It is brown and blue and I really want it. I will have to see if I can convince my nan to buy it for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see my bed cover is actually quite plain. Nothing on it. It is a two sided one. One side is dark blue and the other side is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; blue. When guests come they sleep in m room so they change side for them. I don't want those bed sheets any longer. I got these hammy down from where my nan got them for a guest to sleep on then my nan said I should just use those. So Sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway we will also probably go to lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/span&gt; since it is right next door. It shall be fun! Plus I feel quite a bit better but I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a runny red nose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! If it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; i could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway we shall be leaving shortly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the moment my Nan is drinking a cup of coffee while my Mum is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; breakfast since she has decided to lie in today. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wait until they finish before we can go. I will probably wear my amazing new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and something else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! So anyway I should get going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and I also have to charge my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;. I have been listening to it a lot at night before I go to sleep. I have actually stayed up until 11 which is very late for me. That's why my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; charge seems to go down much quicker than it used to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614222560611940451-3100427611234208531?l=sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3100427611234208531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3100427611234208531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614222560611940451/posts/default/3100427611234208531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sproggiesprinkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/market.html' title='Market'/><author><name>Sproggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13377710894128166321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMTNm8uFeQw/Sk2pBV1UxvI/AAAAAAAAALg/1tygvIrMnWI/S220/l_5d5ffcbbfda24bd39b8baf4f1d88a1a0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614222560611940451.post-8739963751942573162</id><published>2009-06-26T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:27:08.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a bit of a runny nose and so I couldn't smell anything but it wasn't that bad. Last night though my cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; rapidly increased. I feel so bad. Last night I had a really bad headache and I had run out of medicine so I had to take it. I didn't get 
