tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125316922011-06-22T12:45:37.034ZBed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1168708855109258072007-01-13T17:13:00.000Z2007-01-13T17:20:55.743ZYeeeuuuughhhh...the world infuriates, bugs, angers, frustrates, saddens me!<br />Im so sick of the world<br />the words of the world<br />the ways of the world<br />the conversations of the world<br />the practices of the world<br />the people in the WORLD!!!<br /><br />Why is it like this?<br />Its soo, imature, disgusting, infruriating, rude, crude, pureless, annoying, disgraceful, sin - full!<br /><br />I cant stand the world anymore<br />it bugs me so much, the way people tlak bout unsavoury subjects...i dont care if it makes me sound snobbish or posh....<br />its horrible...common...graceless<br /><br />ive had it up to here with it!<br />Worldlyness sux and all i can think of is running from it as fast as i can...<br /><br />"do not conform to the status of this world...!"<br /><br />I SO AGREE... why would you want to?<br />whats the appeal?<br />there is none...its so unsubtle...nothing sacred...nothing untouchable...nothing joyful about a world full of swearing, sex, violence...all in the wrong ways!!!<br /><br />Im so sick of it all..<br /><br />Take me in Your presence<br />Hide me behind Your hands<br />Lift me to a safer, higher place<br />Away from the hatred, the sorrow, the world....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-116870885510925807?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1166963872255053342006-12-24T12:33:00.000Z2006-12-24T12:37:52.610ZChristmas Ball -<br />Food, merriment, party...bring it on! <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1745/1067/320/475738/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />But Silvia and Luci have gone...NOOOO!<br /><br />But Jesus has come ... WOOOP! (soz for the cheese)<br /><br />Christmas is gonna be fun I hope!<br />Sandwich Toaster here we come...(what a gr8 pressie hehe)<br /><br />MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-116696387225505334?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1161964752980175642006-10-27T15:53:00.000Z2006-10-27T15:59:13.486ZWatching the waves crash<br />The never ending sand<br />The wind on my face<br />The touch of your hand<br /><br />You lift me up<br />You wont let me fall<br />You love me for me<br />I heard your call<br /><br />Im following you<br />Hanging on your words<br />Watching your movements<br />As graceful as a birds<br /><br />When will i meet you?<br />I dont know<br />Face to face will be in the future<br />Now will be in my high and my low<br /><br />Come give me guidance<br />Come give me plans<br />Shape my future<br />Because it rests in your hands.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-116196475298017564?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1161029169793257952006-10-16T19:59:00.000Z2006-10-16T20:06:10.370Z<span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Sticking up for what you belive!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Come on people...wheres your fight....wheres your umph...wheres your faith?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Do you not belive in what you fighting for?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Or is it <em>just immature rebellious childishness...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Well</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>PAH HAH!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>You have no faith if you dont fight</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>you can tell people, spread it around, scream and shout, or make a big fuss...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>whatever you doing if its getting ur message across then you are fighting!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>you arent living in the shadows</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>a quiet word wont go far but a big shout will...a strong conversation builds a thought...a timid word goes no where...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>a rebellious SHOUT goes a long way!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>think about what you are sticking up for...think about what you say to people about what they believe...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>you may belive the same and not make a fuss but you should not put others down...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>if they fighting then what are you doing?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>fighting against one...they are fighting against and for the world!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>To the perescuted...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>close your ears...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>close your eyes...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>your not doing wrong</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>your doing more...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>your fighting</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>your trusting in your victory...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Go for it and push aside your worries, your fears, your persecutors...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>In my own way i get the message across...but i dont put you down...i support you!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><em>He is proud!</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-116102916979325795?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1160158871109661952006-10-06T18:20:00.000Z2006-10-06T18:21:11.520ZAs you may know<br />it is my bday soon<br />sweet 16, never been kissed as loz likes to say!<br /><br />umm yeh<br />What would i like to do in my 16th year?!?<br />umm...<br />everything material - Good GCSE's<br /><br />everything spiritual - closer to God, God in my leading, God in my life, God in my working, playing, reading, writing, singing!<br /><br />How cool is it that i get to lead soon<br />and how cool is it that i will be leading people into worship of God!<br />AHHH<br />i cant wait...i wanna be used by Him, i wanna b filled with Him on that day, i want his light to shine through me, i wanna be an inspiration to others, i wanna sing ONLY for Him...<br /><br />Singing with a heart filled with love<br />A body full of praise<br />Jumping with my feet full of joy<br />Feet first into a brand new God phase!<br /><br />Teaching with my actions<br />Sharing with my prayers<br />Resonating this whole world with us christians in our pairs<br /><br /><br />I realy also wanna get stuck into my bible even more, here is much stuff to learn, to love, to share and i wann know it all, i wanna hav it busting out of me...<br /><br />Join the masses<br />Shout the creed<br />Gods in the Bible<br />So read read read...<br /><br />Those who save their lives, will lose it, but those who give up their lives will gain it1<br /><br />How cool, i really wanna feel this way...just give up my life and gain a whole new one in heaven, dont keep trying to save it only to lose it when i die!<br /><br />xx<br />bibi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-116015887110966195?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1159007867107148442006-09-23T10:35:00.000Z2006-09-23T10:37:47.953ZYour an individual<br />Got your own ideas<br />Lack of appreciation<br />Shows your hearts of fears<br /><br />Dont be the one<br />Who runs and hides<br />Dont be the one<br />Who only praises when they die<br /><br />Your an individual<br />Thank him while you can<br />Worship or ritual<br />In any way you can<br /><br />Theres just one rule to do it right<br />Make sure its all from you<br />And all for The Life<br /><br />xx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115900786710714844?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1158518203356379982006-09-17T18:30:00.000Z2006-09-17T18:37:14.340Z<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>The F word!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>FLIRT! - People flirt all the time, even when they dont mean it...they dont realise they doing it...or do they?...why do we flirt? why dont we just snore at each other?!? its a mystery i dont understand!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>I love to flirt</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>In my bright pink shirt</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>It gathers the boys</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Away from their toys!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>(what the..?)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>The F word!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Fish - Fish are fish, fish are friendly, they swim, they go 0 o 0 o...they eat well, they stink...so why are they called fish...F- freedom...I - individual...S - smelly...H - hungry!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Another random fish about fact....facts are fishy!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>I like fish</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>In my dish</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>They fill my tummy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>They're all scrummy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>The F word!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>WHY WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER MEANINGS TO THIS PHRASE DO PEOPLE ASSOCIATE IT WITH THE OTHER ONE!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>so pointless...meaningless...duh!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Over and out you flirty fish!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115851820335637998?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1157407200492627952006-09-04T21:59:00.000Z2006-09-04T22:00:00.840ZPrint out your life<br /><br />Chapters are flicking fast<br /><br />Verses have no numbers<br /><br />Life is constant<br /><br />But the book carries on<br /><br />Slam it closed<br /><br />Wait till the moment comes to open it and judge your final day<br /><br />Where will you go?<br /><br />Heaven or Hell?<br />I may be talking like i think i know there is a heaven and a hell...thats cos i do...i dont see why it freaks people out...you gotta go somewhere...you have choice...you have a life...you have a lifetime...but which to choose is so hard...<br /><br />WHY?<br /><br />Whats the hardest decision to make....good or bad....eternal bliss or eternal horror?...hello wake up!<br /><br /><br />Make it before its too late...<br /><br />I love asking people this question...<br /><br />IF YOU DIE 2DAY WHERE WILL YOU GO?<br /><br />that question is the scariest thing you can ask i think...<br />i used to be terrified of it and tried to block it out of my mind...i thought...well i belive in god yes..but am i certain im going to heaven?! now thats a hmm hmmm tough one..<br /><br />y is it?<br />cos i hav no faith?<br />cos im not a christian?<br />cos im weird?<br /><br />i dunno....probably lack of faith<br />but i can say for certain that im going to heaven and i can tell ya now there is a party in my honour right now...<br /><br />who else is coming i wanna know...if you can honestly say YESS....comfortable, stable choice...then join the angels and pull the first party popper!<br /><br />x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115740720049262795?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1155142342814749432006-08-09T16:36:00.000Z2006-08-09T16:52:23.300Z<p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/djfj.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/djfj.jpg" width="83" border="0" /></a><br />Yo dudes! his some pix i found of this amazing place we just went to called NEWDAYYY!<br />the meetings were awsome, the praise was fantabulous, all we gotta do now is spread the word and we done! </p><p>The bomb is gonna have sum new additions in worship i think...including...BAMBALELA!!....(hopefully minus pots and pans) lol<br />wahoo <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/dfhj.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>THE gigs totally rocked out loud, we came out deafened and sweaty but had a gr8 time!<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/etdhdt.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/etj.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/etj.jpg" border="0" /></a>The outreach work was awsome (never mind rather profitable for rosie...coff coff)....it was great just reaching out to people and being asked odd questions like..."what did you do wrong to get community service" lol! and "oo i like you now, i was make you happy, here have sum weed"! woops</p><p>but it was gr8 just seeing people being moved and getting excited when people take an interest.</p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/khv.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/khv.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p>O and a harrier jet came over one morning and took this piccy! wow! unfortunataire i was partaking of a gougusly cold shower at that point and didnt see, only felt the cubicle shake a tad!</p><p> </p><p>What would this post be if i did not mention the toilets tho! Gorrr...they woodnt have made newday what it was without them so im glad they were like they were in a way! if you want more details...ask karen conway about the text she recieved MWUAHAHAHAA!....lets just say....the bog roll and water was in short but the smell in plentiful supply!....plus...there was only 1 block of toilets per thousand people!" yueeghhh!</p><p>cyaaaaa</p><p>Had a incredibulosa week...keep praying god will change the nation and help him change it by doing your bit! x</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115514234281474943?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1153834927320415672006-07-25T13:23:00.000Z2006-07-25T13:49:34.330Z<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I have dreamt of a place for you and I</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>No - one knows who we are there</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>All I want is to give my life to you</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I've dreamt so long i cant dream anymore!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Di now now now neueeee!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Do neoowww!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Yeh yeh...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Now is the time to come</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Bow down</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Forget everything!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>NEWDAY!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I am soooo excited about Newday i seriously can NOT wait! its gonna b soo awsome</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>and the thing is, its not cos my friends are going or its a holiday </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>NO!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>personally i think that the stuff to do there is pants but one thing i do know is</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>that god is gonna be there and it makes me sooo excited and hyped up i cannot wait</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>no slacking</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>no "not this time"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>no "i dont feel like it"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>from the word GO</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>my hands are in the air</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In your presence i will stand</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In awe</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In shame</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>In love</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>What everrrrrrrrrrrr</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>we have a week to totally let go in his presence and so if you wanna chat, if you wanna stand in your group and look stupid,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>go for it but dont come near me</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>this week is for God and its for his glory and i wanna give back all that i can and i cant wait!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I sometimes wanna shout at people and say....DYU NO WHAT HES DONE FOR YOU???</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>dyu realise that...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>sometimes when we worship people stand up and say something ( a word) and they ask you to really think about it...i can say this cos ive been there...when they say that to you, you dont rele think hard on it at all...</strong></span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>now i know how they felt...think hard now before its too late before your trapped, think, worship and do it now, dont waste a second feeling self concious....dont wait till Newday or Soul Survivor so you can get "into it" go for it NOW! TODAY! nothing should change from the Church to Newday cause God doesnt...hes still there...he needs praising</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>COME ON PEOPLE! wake up and smell the flopodopys!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Get prayed for, get the joy of God in you i did this at May camp and it changes you so much.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Its so amazing, everytime i am sitting there bored I can think to myself..."im a christian, WOW hahahahahaha this is so amazing" i get so excited inside about this...its so awsome and uplifting...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>i sit in school and am like WOW! Halellujah...i have something that makes me happy whenever and its so amazing...i can worship whenever, i can praise him in everything now i have the joy of god in me...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>you no when people say "you should praise Him in everything you do"....well how the heck you say to yourself...well now I know how...cos hes so amazing you just have to...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I HAVE A PLACE IN HEAVEN, IM HIS CHILD, HE LOVES ME, HOW AMAZING!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>cya later guys...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>dont waste a second...get down to business and get prayed for, for the joy, for the faith, for the truth!</strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Get rid of everything of you, and look for Him...you will find him...o so easily!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">"Holy fire, burn away</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">my desires, for anything</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">that is not of you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">and is of me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">I want more of you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">and less of me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Empty me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Empty me"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115383492732041567?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1151434004584392572006-06-27T18:38:00.000Z2006-06-27T18:48:04.960Z<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><br />Ummm<br />i have absolutely nothing to write anymore<br />if anyone would comment i would love you to cause its really boring now<br />dot start complainging this is a boring post and i shoudlnt start like this...its not like theres rules!<br />if u guys commented then i'd know wot to write but im stuffed up so here you go..<br />Watevaa<br /><br />You are like a bring and buy sale<br />Chocolates on your head and bread that goes stale<br />Wenever i feel down you squirt marmite on my head<br />wenever i feel up you wish i was dead<br />never mind cause you look like rotten underwear<br />dont matter to me but i look cos i dare!<br /><br />You are like a cake charity<br />Stale and horrid and mean to me<br />Poor people living all over the place<br />you dont care as long as it dont hurt your face<br />never mind cos you smell like bumble bees<br />dont matter to me cos you've got knobbly knees!<br /><br />Are you getting my point you people out there<br />there is nothing to blog that i feel i can dare<br />life drags on but im so happy<br />blogs dead and gone and ive gone dappy<br />say your last good byes and wish me well<br />ill be coming to the bring and buy sale to see what i can sell! </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/img168.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/img168.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115143400458439257?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1150752303060714452006-06-19T21:16:00.000Z2006-06-19T21:25:03.626Z<span style="color:#990000;">Dont ya just love that film...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">The Jungle Book....</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">trussssstt in meeeee ....... (the snake for you losers who aint seen it)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i was thinking bout trust tonight</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">its sooo important,</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">if we didnt trust anyone then we wouldnt have anything</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">think how much you trust everyone and everything around you</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust the bus driver every morning that he wont crash etc...big commitment</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust my teachers to tell me off when im naughty!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust my mates to make me laugh</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust that everything in my day will come aroun</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust that i will wake up in the morning</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i trust people all round me that they wont let me down or do sumfing to hurt me..</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and most of all i trust in god that he will bring me through everything that i go through</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">If we didnt trust we wouldnt have anything, we wouldnt feel safe, or secure, we would judje everything so much, we would be horrible, alwasy on edge, we would all quite frankly be losers!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Offer up a silent Prayer</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Someone up there really does care</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">People here, make mistakes</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but his promises he will never take</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">His love is timeless</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Your life, he wont mess</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Never give up trusting Him</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Even when the light seems so dim.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Trust in your God, your hope, your strength and he wont let you down...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Mates sometimes let you down, they betray your trust but there will be times where you do that too...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">make sure you are the person people come to in a crisis to tell there inner most secrets because your the one they trust</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">let me tell you....its an awsome feeling to feel trusted!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">....ur secrets safe with me</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">....im nufing but honestyeee</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">.....my hearts locked down</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">....your secrets sitting on a thrown with a crown</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">....its safe, its protected</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">....its with me</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">...undetected!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">By Serena Dalton!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">xx</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115075230306071445?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1150311158618383392006-06-14T18:51:00.000Z2006-06-14T18:52:41.950Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Scan10008.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Scan10008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Singing dans la douche</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Singing lets me smoosh</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Singing in my head</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>I'll be singing when im dead</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Harmonies and descants</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Im a bit pants</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>But I dont care because im singing</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Which is totally not minging!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>xXx</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Looking on the world with eyes glazed</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Dunnno what i see but what i do makes me amazed</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Never saw the light till today</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>But its blinding me with its rays...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Bla Bla Bla!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>glad ive got God otherwise life would be sooooo boring! xx</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-115031115861838339?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1148922633182099012006-05-29T17:01:00.000Z2006-05-29T17:12:43.803Z<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>WOW!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>you think its gonna b crap</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>you no its gonna b muddy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>its gonna b cruddy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>but no twas awsome and i wanna go back!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>i started out dreading may camp....i didnt wanna go but blow me down and call me Cuthbert....i wanna go back and do it again...!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>wahooo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>God came....he moved...he moved in in fact...we were all blown away and praised our butts off!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>It was awsome weekend all in all...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>i was never once bored...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>i threw myself into the whole thing and forgot bout all the mud which i actually miss now...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>hu cares if its camping...in the mud and rain...its an experience and its all for god so hu cares...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>no point complaining bout it...just enjoy it..u not gonnna die from it...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>i danced my little heart out and absolutely kill all over now but im still smiling still shreaking with fun!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>the gigs were outstanding i thort...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>the food was yummy</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>wanna go back back back</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>took loads of photos</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>generally rokked out...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>xx</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>god bless y'all</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>hope y'all feel like me and if u dnt...poo to u! </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>xx</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>ps...and no i dnt care if we go back there next year</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114892263318209901?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1148132929368074072006-05-20T13:31:00.000Z2006-05-20T14:07:34.086Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/img087.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/img087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>So...<br /><br />i have this friend, who really likes your friend, and that friend is me and that friend is you but i cant tell you that cos otherwise you'll think im wierd or something!<br /><br />Theres a hero<br />If you look in to your heart<br />Dont have to be afraid of what you are! - <em>Mariah Carey</em><br /><br />If you like the guy why not tell him?<br />I dont understand<br />Its the love in your heart your trying to convey...why not just blurt it out..."im soo happy lately cos i love you/really like you"<br /><br />The world today is so muddled and twisted....i wish i lived in those days (pride and prejudice days lol) when the guy just spat it out and said...."gorrr i love you, i always have always will...will you marry me??" now i dont think we shood ask every1 to marry us but we could go with "would you care to court me madam??" - once in a while plss try it<br /><br />Think on it guys! its ur job im afraid lol...wish i had the guts haha<br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br />People!<br />I love people, love mates, love family<br />so glad all u guys are out there....<br /><br /><br />Was in my car on the way home from work one day....looked out the window of my o so cool mini Fiesta...thort to myself..."what does life mean".....looked back at the road....thort no more of it<br /><br />WAKE UP AND SMELL THE DEEP FRIED PIZZA PEOPLE!<br />there is so much more to like than you think<br />go out and discover it before its too late<br /><br />xx</strong></span><br /></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114813292936807407?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1147898237167025582006-05-17T20:28:00.000Z2006-05-17T20:37:17.530ZWooo prayer works!<br /><br />Pray for peace<br />Pray for strength<br />God will grant it all<br />Leave all your worries at the door!<br /><br />Hey all!<br />I was kinda depressed and down for a while and i cryed myself to sleep a lot a bit ago....but now its fine cos i prayed hard and i feel free....no fears....no worry....just love and warmth and happiness...i cant stop wanting to speak in tongues its soo weird....in my lesson today i just wanted to break into singing in the spirit!<br /><br />Couldnt think of any other song i wanted to sing more than a song i did not understand myself!<br /><br />Think my mates thort me a tad odd lol<br /><br />xx<br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Me%20and%20Lids%20-%20tennis.jpg" border="0" /><br />Smile!<br />Laugh!<br />It's all i seem to do<br />It keeps me going<br />It makes me sing<br />I wanna do this all my life!<br /><br /><br />It's strange, 2 people said this to me in the same day this week...." why are you alwasy so happy...you alwasy laugh and smile"<br /><br />Now apart from this being quite nice to hear<br />It got me thinking<br /><br />I can think of so many things why im happy...<br /><br />But at that same time i could only think of the fact that i was actually very hurt inside and couldnt stop wanting to cry at any moment...<br /><br />Everything had let me down and nothing seemed to ever come right<br />and yet i was still happy on the outside<br /><br />i dunno where this is going..<br />lol<br />bibi<br />xxx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114789823716702558?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1147463888068767212006-05-12T19:57:00.000Z2006-05-12T19:58:08.513Z<span style="color:#006600;">Why does when your so happy...it all falls through and u end up crying alone!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Why does when one person comes onto your life you want them to stay but they leave straight away....?</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Whats the point?</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I give up with being let down and alone!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Its so boring...im fed up of life in general and this about does it!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I feel so gutted...really low down...wanna cry when i think of it...i cry...i sit and lie awake wondering what to do...walk away?....carry on?....keep going?....when let go?....what, what, it's too hard!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">What if what i want is not what God wants....what if it all makes sense except God doesnt think so....i know it makes sense...why does it have to go pear shaped...</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Dont go</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Dont leave</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Dont throw</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">...My life away</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Please come back</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">save me from falling</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">keep me from crying out</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">cos i need help</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">i wanna be complete</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">strong</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">independant</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">but i cant now your here!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">i want you to stay...</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">to complete me...please...</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Please pray for me...i feel sad and lonely!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">xx</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Soz it was depressing!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114746388806876721?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1146773190489372402006-05-04T20:05:00.000Z2006-05-04T20:08:33.486Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Yo dudes! - cant stop saying it for some reason...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I cant wait till the summmerrrr.....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Summer is supposedly hot</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>But sometimes its not</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>But thats ok cos then it floods</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Hat starts crying and Lyds plays in the mud...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Its gonna be totally awsome this summer i think</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>lots of new stuff to do, to look forward to...i wanna stay out every night ... watch the sun set and play tennis...swim...generally have a good time all the summer....<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/Dudettes%20hat%20et%20moi.0.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>i also wanna try and start something new...i'd love to start dancing but i'm </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>not sure...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>i wanna make new friends, have fun with them...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Cant wait till my holiday in france woo yeh wooo!.....swimming every day in the rivers...climb da mountains (yeh...ummm im good at that i swear)....relax...chill...read books....eat loads and excercise and play sport lots hopefully!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>I wanna sing my little heart out and rock this summer...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Summer is gonna be great</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Just cant wai - a - at</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Freedom, holidays, water fights</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong>Lets go out and set the winter right!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Wooo yeh cant wait to put away the winter....get off the computer....get out...do stuff!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>yeh</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Big up the summmer!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>HOLIDAYSSS are just around the bend!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>xx</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114677319048937240?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1146586375323059272006-05-02T16:03:00.000Z2006-05-02T16:15:12.633Z<div align="left"><strong>Chill out booty! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Ya not looking in the mirror u looking at me!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Wateva happens the mirrors gonna b there but sum people arent...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>May...August...December....mirrors break but the seasons stay...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Leaves in the wind mist the view in the mirror....</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Life takes on a new form when the snow falls...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>But when it melts we are left with the mirror and a mushy display....</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Life goes on but the relection only changes when the seasons blow your mind away....</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>+++ My little pearls of wisdom +++</strong></span><br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0032.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114658637532305927?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1146486477243220352006-05-01T12:24:00.000Z2006-05-01T12:27:57.506ZForget about her!!<br />Forget the friendship until you can cope with it...<br />until you can act mature<br />until you don't complain<br />you just live in the presence of the person you have fun with<br />forget your differences!<br />GET ON!<br /><br />forget your arguments, live on, life changes,<br />quit bugging her!<br /><br />keep strong<br />keep out of her life<br />stop communicating in 50 different ways<br />the heart tells what you want most!<br /><br />forget texts,msn,email......quit it stop it<br />can i put it simpler....u aint gonna b in many people lives if u keep bugging em!<br /><br />xx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114648647724322035?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1145645921467619042006-04-21T18:49:00.000Z2006-04-21T18:58:41.813Z<span style="color:#3333ff;">I wanna do so much in my life and i dont know when or how to do it...it takes so much effort, time, money, patience.....so many things i don't have...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna ski every year of my life...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna go on an amazing year out...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna set up an orphanage or something like that...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna go places with singing...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna learn the piano... - and be good</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna learn the guitar... - yay im learning at the mo but i wanna be good</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna learn every type of dance possible...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want everyone to understand me...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want to understand everyone else...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want the perfect guy</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want to pass my A.S course...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want to be able to cope with coursework...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I want to be a great christian and teach and show others too...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna be an example...!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">If you're gonna jump, then jump far,</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">fly like a sky diver</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">If you're gonna be a singer, then u better be a rockstar</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">If you're gonna be a driver, then u better drive a race car!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I wanna be a success.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">live life to the full...</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">die happy...</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">make a difference...</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">and sing through it all...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You know I've had the time of my life...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yes I swear its soo true....<br />And I owe it all to you...!</span><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/stitch4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I wish dreams came true!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114564592146761904?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1144605577561322932006-04-09T17:59:00.000Z2006-04-10T09:18:30.556Z<span style="color:#3333ff;">HI!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0019.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Copy%20(2)%20of%20PICT0004.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/Copy%20%282%29%20of%20PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Just got back from THE most amazing place i have ever been to...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">its absolutely the most beatufiful thing youve eva seen plus the most fun the most enjoyable and by far the most worth returning to!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I went to Switzerland....to Lauterbrunnen....to the Jungfrau Mountain.....with Oak Hall (the best people evaaa) with my family....and 5000000 mates i met there....</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I skiied better than i eva have before, i skiied on the Longest World Cup Run! which is quite hard you could say! without falling over!!! wahoooo</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">made loads of mates and had an awsome time...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we had loads of snow too and the snow fights we had were sooo fun....</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0145.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/PICT0145.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">our chalet was gowgus...</span><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/CHALET%20JUNGFRAU.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we stayed in the most picturesque little town and the mountains had a little yellow train going up the side...</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">which we took every day</span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0105.jpg" width="252" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">was soo sweet....it felt like you were in the middle of a model railway as so many people commented...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">everything so neat and cosy</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0122.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/PICT0122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0111.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/PICT0111.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0004.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;">Ooo and i got an uber kool tan even if a little panda eye ish but i dnt care!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Curling ... wat an odd game...soo weird...didnt understand at all until the end lol...but we did try break dancing on ice! interestingly tricky but quite fun!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Plus we had the world famous ski slope that James Bond skiied in "His Majestys Secret Service" unfortunately it wasnt open due to TOOOO much snow wen we went up there... but i did stand in the restaurant where a few shifty fights went on ...as you can see in the foto below the round gold bits on my left...in the film they were used to put sum bad guys head in and leave him there! o yess lol!</span><br /><br /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/PICT0125.jpg" width="255" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Did i mention we skiied sooo much wahoooooooooooooooooooooooo!</span> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/PICT0104.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">PLus i got to sing loads...sang all the time down the moutain lol...kinda shocked sum Swiss peeps i think....going round a corner i came upon them and suddenly broke into a song of Kelly Clarksons.....their faces were a little shocked lol but i just kept going Loudly! (hahaha) and whizzed off...ahahahah</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">and in the evenings we sang and i got together with Geoff Bewseys daughter hu was also on the trip and we sang and played guitar and twas soo fun...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Obviously me and Ellie ( a mate) sung all the way up on the lifts too...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/PICT0065.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Unfortunately it wasnt all fun and games...sum peeps did hurt themselves and so did i on the second to last day thank gdness...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">it was in one of my lessons...we were Offf Piste....which is unpatted down snow ... so all bumpy and very deep and much more dangerous...and we were going down and suddenly my skis got stuck....stopped dead in the snow and i flew out of them...landed chest first on the snow and my legs went flying over the top....a full summy but starting on high up my chest....pretty painful... my back killed and i coodnt move easily...didnt ski for the rest of that day but i forced my self for the rest and im all better now Ish!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">All an expericence.... still wanna go back...carry on and it didnt dampen my spirits at all!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ooo and i also learnt some excellent new card games when we turned the chalet into a cafe "Cafe junfrau" with little candles, musik and hot chox with cream chox and marshmallows oo nice....we played custard pie and animal snap....must teach you all!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">Another funny memory....me and Ellie were totally hyper on the way back on the train once and we had bort sweets so that didnt help either and we were trying out all our german phrases and i suddenly thought of one out of Blackadder i'd heard...."Schnell Schnell, katoffellkopf!!......soo we proceeded to yell this all the way back..getting various odd looks from people....but on the way back on the last bus we were sitting pretty much on our own wuth only another Swiss/German couple behind us...we were still syaing this phrase rather loudly....suddenly the guy behind started laughing at us (thankfully)...and i was like what?....what are we atually saying...i had a rough idea...but wasnt totoally certain....when we got back i asked a Dutch lady on our trip and we found that what we had been screaming down the mountain was..<br />Quick, quick, faster, faster, POTATO HEAD!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">So embarrassing lol...but quite funny!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">went away with Oak Hall which is christian organisation and made loads of mates, worshipped, ate and drank and was merry all week...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">i also went to endless cafes for chips and hot chox! soo nice..i dunno wot the swiss do to it but italwasy tastes 50 times as nice as here...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">i revisited this one little "Stubli"quite a few times it became famous for the knitted chicken in the window...was so diddy and cute...</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0137.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0137.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">By the way...this picture was taken at the top of a mountain....the misty part is a CLOUD! and we were above it...yahoooo....fancy skiing off a cliff into a cloud!</span></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0040.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/PICT0040.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">I do baby!!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">Well thats all from me and plenty more in my memories....reccomend to anyone...go where ive just been....most awsome experience of your life even if you dont ski your breath will be 100% taken away every day by the beauty of it up there...</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">God's creation is just soo maginificent!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">Here is a song we learnt while we were there from a way cool scottish dude on the trip</span></p><p><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="color:#006600;">King Jesus is all<br />My all in all<br />And i know that he'll answer<br />even when i call<br />King Jesus is all<br />My all in all </span></span><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="color:#006600;"><br />well i went out to meet the lord (o yeh)<br />and i got down on my knees (praise the lord)<br />said my very first prayer (amen)<br />you know the holy ghost met me there (ay ay ay)<br />i stood on the rock<br />the rock was sound<br />the love of god came a tumbling down<br /></span></span><span style="color:#006600;">how do i know that he's in my soul<br />well i dug down deep and i found pure gold<br />and hes all<br />my all in all!!!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114460557756132293?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1143404056657343162006-03-26T20:09:00.000Z2006-03-26T20:14:22.730Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/All%20da%20girlies%20clowns.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/All%20da%20girlies%20clowns.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114340405665734316?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1143292195433375092006-03-25T13:09:00.000Z2006-03-25T13:10:48.840Z<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Rude ¶</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Nasty ↔</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Immature ▼</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>In my grasp þ</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>↓</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Fun ♣</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Nice §</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Friendly ♥</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Out of reach! ♀</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Why why why??</strong> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/G%2C%20tom%2C%20kaz.0.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114329219543337509?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1142973794419031702006-03-21T20:33:00.000Z2006-03-21T20:46:30.213Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/web%20hat.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/web%20hat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">As the years go by<br />and the rain starts a falling<br />my mind ceases to make sence<br />my moods chop and change<br />my feelings come and go<br />but my heart alwasy stays the same...<br /><br />its alwasy with something<br />with someone<br />without real life<br />in a dream<br />daze, fantasy whatever which way<br /><br />As the days go by<br />and the clouds form an ocean<br />my legs carry me places<br />but my feet stay at home </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">which ways out, or in<br />but my heart still stays the same<br /><br />its alwasy with something<br />with someone<br />without real life<br />in a dream<br />daze, fantasy whatever which way<br /><br />!!<br /><br />L<br />H<br />J<br /><br />figure the song out...figure the letters out...theres alwasy a way!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114297379441903170?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1142880673268044412006-03-20T18:50:00.000Z2006-03-20T18:51:13.636Z<strong><span style="color:#009900;">Desparately searching</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">finally found it</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">found it ages ago</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">never realised until now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">want it more than anything</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">but dunno how to reach it</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">L</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">H</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">J</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Emily%20-%20split%20legs!.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Emily%20-%20split%20legs%21.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114288067326804441?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1141249918067061912006-03-01T21:29:00.000Z2006-03-01T21:51:58.570Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/zoo%201.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/zoo%201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">So hold me when I'm here</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Right me when I'm wrong</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Hold me when I'm scared</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>And love me when I'm gone</strong></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Airport.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Airport.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">If I go crazy then will you still</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Call me Superman</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>If I’m alive and well, will you be</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>There a-holding my hand</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I’ll keep you by my side </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>With my superhuman might</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Kryptonite!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Let me die on my own terms,</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Let me love how I want</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Let me live and learn.</strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Grin%20Grin.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114124991806706191?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1141145955502138652006-02-28T16:58:00.000Z2006-02-28T16:59:29.920Z<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Confusion,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Frustration,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Manifestation!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">whatever made them words</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">whatever made them regulation</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Hated,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Fated,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Belated,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">whoever made them possible</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">whoever made them stated</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Singing,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Bringing,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Ringing,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">whoever thought of them</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">never knew I'd bore you with them!</span></strong><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Chch....Me%20Liz%20Hat.jpg" width="368" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114114595550213865?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1140983614875559252006-02-26T19:36:00.000Z2006-02-26T19:53:35.413ZLife has kind of come to a halt..<br />i have exams in a week and i dont understand a word of what im meant to!<br />im freaaakking out!!<br /><br />all the things i do in life to enjoy myself have come screeching to a halt too, noone else seems to be as serious as i am about them, trying to tell people this just doesnt work.<br /><br />people keep bugging me out my existence, making me wonder what i want out of life or what i see in it.<br /><br />guys! ...well lol dnt get me started!<br /><br />all i can do is watch romantic teen movies of what i wish my life was like....dream away, sing to myself, scream my head off.<br /><br />xx<br />soz this was a bit dull but i want to update!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114098361487555925?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1140455543792685572006-02-20T17:12:00.000Z2006-02-20T17:12:24.036Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Switched%20crew.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/Switched%20crew.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><br />If some people werent themselves for the day<br />if they switched lives<br />how interesting it would be to discover other peoples exact thoughts and feelings!<br /><br />A tad horrifying in some cases perhaps but others quite amazing!<br />You could find out so much and learn quite a lot too.<br />we are all so different in sooo many different ways it amazing!<br /><br />Each mind working to a different purpose and a different function<br /><br />xx<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114045554379268557?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1140124458275630432006-02-16T20:59:00.000Z2006-02-16T21:14:19.086Z<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">See i been looking for ya lately</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">i been scouting round the neighborhood</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">for the perfect guy for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">and the one to make me happy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">but u see i never saw so clear </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">as i do right now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">as i see you standing in front of me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">all that time you looked into my mind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">saw my words</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">my thoughts</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">my opinions</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">listened to my problems</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">sorted my fears</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">never broke my trust!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">Now i found you i wanna shout it out </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">and i will</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">ill show you how much i love you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">ill show you </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">i will i will</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">i will</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">But now theres this new thing i want,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">theres this one thing i crave,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">wot i look for,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">theres a new guy on the block</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">theres a new trend in the shops</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">But theres a new cry in my heart</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">and its only for youuuuuuuu!!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;">Weehhooooo!!</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-114012445827563043?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1139435272651375412006-02-08T21:31:00.000Z2006-02-08T21:47:53.303Z<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Things are trying to settle down<br />Just try to figure out<br />Exactly what I'm about<br />If its with or without you<br />I don't need you doubting me!!!!!!!<br /><br />Avril Lavignes songs actually mean something 4 some really odd reason ! lol<br /><br />I hate doubt!! It is the most annoying thing on the planet...it gets me down, it bugs me out and puts me in a mood!<br /><br />I hate doubting stuff, i hate doubting friends, work, god!<br /><br />It's so easy and so hard to get out of...once you open the door to it, it just keeps coming, the questions keep tripping off your tongue!<br />It grips me and i hate it, i want to believe in everything around me, everything inside me, i wanna live it out but theres all this doubt holding me back and NO ONE understands!!! raaaggghhhhhh...<br />it probably sounds like i have big anger managment issues but its just all worked up and i wanna let it out, scream, people, feelings, tiredness...just all to get out and have a fresh start...<br /></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/dglkh.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/dglkh.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wipe my slate clean<br />but every time i do i muck it all up<br />doubt creeps back<br />and haunts me!<br /><br />I wish i was perfect, dont have to deal with doubt, fear, jelousy or hate!<br /><br />I hate it when people say "your so perfect, not everyones like you"<br />its soo annoying.. im no more perfect than that person i just maybe see stuff more clearly.<br /><br />i can see all my problems soo clearly and talking about it dosnt help because no one seems to know anything either...<br />Everyone laughs it off.<br />laughs at it,<br />it doesnt help,<br />it messes with my mind,<br />it puts me off life,<br />it angers me,<br />and the doubt just keeps playing in my mind..<br />when will it go away????<br /><br /></span></strong><br />xx<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/doubt.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113943527265137541?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1138990815728296692006-02-03T18:18:00.000Z2006-02-03T18:20:15.836Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0109.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/PICT0109.jpg" width="290" border="0" /></a><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/stupid%20serena.jpg" width="274" border="0" /><br /><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/serena%20mum.jpg" width="245" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><strong>WO MAN I GREW UP FAST!!! </p></strong><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong>DONT WASTE IT! </strong></p><p><strong>I NO WHAT IM GONNA LOOK LIKE SO I AINT WORRIED LOL...MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>Escape...Escapé...Es - cap - ay...Escyap!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>Ruuuuuunnnnnnn far far away...</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>Escape from judgement</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>escape from emotions</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>welling up inside all over again</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>for the person you shouldn't love but do again and men</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>staring out from papers</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>pictures, mags, Tv, your imagination</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>drinking in the view but ignoring the reality</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>seeing the attraction and missing the beauty</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>every slip of the tongue brings you back to life</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>but knocks you into the misery of imperfection</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">every missed oportunity kicks you out of the circle</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">but life keeps going and all you'e got left is yourself to show for it!!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Make every day count. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Don't waste it on emotions or hypocracy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Step out and catch things while you can.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Change the way your life runs.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">xXx</span></strong><br /></p><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113899081572829669?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1138572562967655332006-01-29T22:04:00.000Z2006-01-29T22:13:32.836Z<strong><span style="color:#006600;">As you probably i know..i love to sing..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">i sing pretty much 24/7!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">i pick a song in the morning to sing and bascially sing that or every odd thing that pops in 2 my head!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">lately i have been focusing on making the song my own..trying out different harmonies and descants....they dont always sound that good but they are sooo fun to sing...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">i love making things my own, singing them in different languages singing them in different accents singing harmonies etc...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">it gives a new life a new thrill to the song or whatever im doing..</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">i wanna encourage everyone to make everything your own...something you can fall back on...stand out...dont go with the flow push back and dig your heels in...single yourself out from everyone else...freshen up and clear out your mind...make the music play to your tune...have fun with life!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>xx :)</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113857256296765533?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1137706586324358832006-01-19T21:36:00.000Z2006-01-20T16:29:37.000Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fhkfyk.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fhkfyk.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Marriage rocks!, Rock on marriage and married people!<br /><br />I wanna b married so much, do you no b4 i go 2 sleep every night i pray, apart from for friends and family but i pray for my marriage *fingers crossed* for the perfect guy and for it all to work out fine,....and hopefully for a majorly cute guy into the bargain ! haha<br /><br />A stupid girly prayer but i belive God will give us what we ask for so you know theres no hurt in asking is there!!!<br /><br />Awsome...so...<br />my fantasies are in the future but they all seem pretty amazing to me...<br /><br />Id love to be married, to have that special some one to tlak to about anything to look into their eyes and know your loved to snuggle up and be safe with them...and just to have that person who loves you for your whole life, who actually wants to be with you for all that time!<br />bit scary but its soooooooooooo cool!<br />hope i find that guy and i hope i find him soon! lol<br /><br /></span>xx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113770658632435883?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1137705828956923562006-01-19T21:15:00.000Z2006-01-19T21:23:49.213Z<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fgjsf.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fgjsf.jpg" width="147" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fgjfhj.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Heyho!<br />I love marriage, rok on marriage, blessed be marriage, everyone should get married!!!<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I wanna b married soooo much!<br />I no its stupid but every nite before i go 2 sleep apart from praying for my mates and family i pray for my marriage and that ill find the perfect guy and that it will work gr8! and if im lukky sum majorly cute guy! teehee...<br /><br />its a stupid girlish dream but i want it with all my heart!<br /><br />dum dum da da<br /><br />Woodnt it be soo cool to be forever in head over heels love with someone for the rest of your life...to share stuff with that person....to look in their eyes and know you are safe! yer baby yer!...every time you hear of them it sends a smile to your lips and finally on your wedding day you can have that forever!!<br />bit scary but well worth it! </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fgjfhjjghj.jpg"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fgjfhjjghj.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fhkfyk.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fhkfyk.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fhkfyk.jpg"></a> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fsgjfs.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113770582895692356?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1137004592243174222006-01-11T18:27:00.000Z2006-01-11T18:36:32.586Z<p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/img002.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/img002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Well if you would just comment on my blog<br />Before you rush to the bog<br />i would b so greatful<br />and i would never hate you<br />bcos u made my day (not that i am that sad)<br />but thanx anyway cos i thing your rad!<br /><br />wooohoo<br /><br />chiken chowmain<br />Never faint again<br />bcos the penguins have got a hold on me<br />and i cnt ever be free<br />so please commment<br />and i wont charge you no more rent<br /><br />wooohoo<br /><br />cya round<br />wen i spin in circles<br />ill see you and wish you were here with me<br /><br />bi<br /><br />x </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/img018.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113700459224317422?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1136207599248065662006-01-02T13:12:00.000Z2006-01-03T20:40:12.570Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/dfjhdgj.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/dfjhdgj.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Mystery...<br />Intrigue...<br />That guy... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Luke...<br /><br />How do i descride thee, i really do not know...<br />Let start with all the things that i love about you so...<br /><br />Your facial features for starters<br />How they enrapture me so...<br /><br />The way your hair blows in the air conditioned room<br />Nothing could distract me... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;">LUKE</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;">Your love for musik, sport and rhyme<br />Perfection all over again...<br /><br />But most of all the way you look when you sleep<br />so peaceful, like no other men...<br /><br />LUKE<br /><br />What can i say that i have not expressed about this person who captured my heart...the long awaited love strikes true for when im sad i look at you.<br /><br />Love Luke.<br />Which Luke.<br />Where Luke.<br />Forever Luke.<br /><br /><br /><br />(As requested by Tim) </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113620759924806566?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1136037858886646032005-12-31T13:19:00.000Z2005-12-31T14:04:20.543Z<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Woooohoooo happiness rox...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Im happy for some reason, i have everything i need in life, even thought some people seem to think otherwise, im happy knowing i have all i need to survive...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">good home</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">good family</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">great god</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">true friends</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Ive had great holidays</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">hav'nt seen many people but ive been happy at home, re doing my room, tis fun.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">time on ur own is soooo good...its actually just as good as being with mates, it sets you free, it makes you realise how you can do things on ur own....independance from being what they want you to be, i feel FREEEEE!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">joy is in my life and i love it.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">whatever happens i got myself and my family, my god...im happy with that!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">whatevr happens it means i got security, love, fun. (and TV!!! (hahaa lol)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">bibi...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">please comment.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113603785888664603?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1135256939563809392005-12-22T12:32:00.000Z2005-12-22T15:55:15.480Z<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/PICT0099.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/PICT0099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Sheesh a wop bop boo...</strong><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Well...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">its christmas time again and no one feels christmassy...it sux i think the novelty finally wears off wen you get to this age and im not even that old!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">O well..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">I bet ill still wake up at about 3am to just see if my stockings filled...ahahaa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">O the thrills of christmas ay.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">What fun..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">..turkey, stuffing, hot potatoes, pigs in blankets and loads more stuff 2 make me fat...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">What joy..</span></strong> </span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/gjdgj.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/gjdgj.jpg" width="169" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /></span></div></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">Feeling a bit bored lately...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">nothing to do</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">no-one to see</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">except to stare at my reflection</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;">or gaze into eternal space...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;">I wanna fly away somewhere, i recently dropped of my bro and Bianca at da airport and i got moving/ flying/ travelling fever...ooo itchy feet, wanna feel the excitment of going some place new, some place away, some place uncertain...!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;">Lenny Kravitz (big up 2 him) best song ever...... -</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;">I wanna get away</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">I wanna fly away... Yehhhhh!</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/dfjhdj.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></a></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I haven't cryed in a while which is quite good, haven't seen a sunset recently which is quite bad, my existence consists of blobbing in front of the TV and missing the day and seeing the dark before flopping in to bed after my "o - so exhausting day".</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>My printers broken down...pity...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Why is everything so dead at this time of year...trees, plants, people lives...well mine anyway...its christmas be happy someone was born and they are definietely alive so why did we pick december for his bday...he's the only live thing in the month...!</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>My voice has gone to pot...no change there...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><em>Merry Christmassssss.</em></strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>xxx</strong></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></div></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/rsyi.0.jpg" width="189" border="0" /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/rsyi.2.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113525693956380939?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1135025745395188902005-12-19T20:52:00.000Z2005-12-19T20:55:45.860ZWell im just gonna say what we all thinking!<br /><br />We all gonna miss <a href="http://barefootmaorinstyle.blogspot.com">Bianca</a> and <a href="http://buymytortillachips.blogspot.com">Sam</a> very much! But we all wish them all the best in the future.<br />They have - in the words of all the elders - ..."impacted" our lives greatly over the last years and it's sad seeing them leave.<br />But hopefully we will see them again and share loads more fun with them.<br />Thanx guys!<br />You mean a lot to everyone at KCH!!!<br />Big up Kiwi's!!<br />xx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113502574539518890?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1134235172095109412005-12-10T17:04:00.000Z2005-12-10T17:19:32.626Z<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Just wanna break out,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">break out of the fakeness, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">punch life in the face, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">put everything back where it belongs</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">...scream out loud!!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/dykituk.jpg" width="207" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113423517209510941?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1133898715415812892005-12-06T19:51:00.000Z2005-12-06T19:51:56.546ZOooo I wanna be a star lit night<br />I wanna hold the stars in place<br />Wanna shine the moon on you<br />Let out the clouds and sing to you...<br /><br />Oooo I wanna hold you tight<br />I wanna loose you into space<br />Wanna hold your hand in mine<br />Make the world to your design...<br /><br />Let me make a mark on your heart<br />Let me trace loves true first dart<br /><br />Playing in my thoughts<br />Playing in my mind<br />Tear me up inside inside!!<br /><br /><br />My first real song with rythm, a beat, and a melody!<br />Wooohooo...pity it dont sound that way on paper!<br />Sheesh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113389871541581289?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1132955686260483242005-11-25T21:45:00.000Z2005-11-25T21:54:46.436Z<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><br />When it rains I get wet<br />I got wet<br />Therefore it rained.<br /></span></strong><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/fgjkf.jpg" width="179" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113295568626048324?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1131747467563875392005-11-11T22:02:00.000Z2005-11-11T22:26:55.223Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/hth.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/hth.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Okay, so you're a rocket scientist</div><div align="center"><strong>That don't impress me much</strong></div><div align="center">Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special</div><div align="center">Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else</div><div align="center">Okay, so you're Brad Pitt</div><div align="center"><strong>That don't impress me much</strong></div><div align="center">Okay, so you've got a car</div><div align="center"><strong>That don't impress me much</strong></div><div align="center">Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special</div><div align="center">Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else</div><div align="center">Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...</div><div align="center">Whatever...</div><div align="center"><strong>That don't impress me</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Other than the fact that that song rules (yes i no...how sad). </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">It made me think...why does everyone care about what people think of them?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">It doesn't impress anyone...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Boys in particular bug me so much the way they think however many fights they get into the better they are...its so perthetic, its not cool, it just shows how desperate they are! it either makes them look like bullies or people who constantly get kicked in! Wow how impressive...it makes me wanna go out with you...it makes me wanna talk to you sooo much! NOT!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Why do guys have to be so macho when they aren't!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Why do people have to fit into catergorys Chav, Goth, Grundger, Pretty, Fit, Ooooo, Aaaahh!??<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/thsth.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/thsth.jpg" width="224" border="0" /></a></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Just be who your are, no one can tell you who you are, you hav to find it out yourself...the thing is...will you like what you find...it doesn't matter what other people think...what do you think...what does god think?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">A scared person is someone who has to hide from themselves because there too afraid to step out and shine!!</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">An fearless person,is someone i'd take a second glance at, someone who is strong enough to be themselves, strike out!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Dont fit into what other people want you to be, there are too many chavs we dnt need anotha...make a new trend BE ORIGINAL!!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Strike the fashion...how different can you be?</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Be your self and conquer your fears!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113174746756387539?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1130788255116733842005-10-31T19:31:00.000Z2005-10-31T19:50:55.136Z<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/ghfg.jpg" width="131" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Guess what...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">My brother's, mate's, sister's auntie's, mum's, friend's, little brother's, cuzin's, nan has been blown away by a hot air ballooon and is now in intensive care getting the balloon cogs removed from her anthraportorcal veins and temporal lobes!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Also my friend's, sister's, cuzin's, auntie's, friend's, daughter's, teacher's, nephew's, uncle's, brother's, friend's, girlfriend was hit by a kebab shop owner's sister's, husband's, ex - girlfriend's, dad's, daughter's kebab that she bought from the shop that evening.</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/tit.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/tit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/gfjgfj.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/gfjgfj.jpg" width="152" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">The grilfriend is now also in intensive care alongside the nan who was blown away by hot air balloon getting her left eye socket's fingatonous arteries put back in place.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113078825511673384?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1130596581442697522005-10-29T15:09:00.000Z2005-10-29T14:44:09.970ZDoes anyone else have something they want to change in themselves, some character flaw or just a little thing that bugs them....it could be your hair, freckles, size, height...the list goes on!<br /><br />Well, i have a kinda major one...I am SOOOOOOO sarcastic and it must hurt a lot of people and i seriously dont mean to...it kinda just bubbles out my mouth without meaning to...<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>And I would just like to take this opportunity to tell everyone im sorry when my tongue kinda lashes out and rips you to peices!!!</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="left">I would LOVE to change the way i am but its kinda really hard when it just comes out all the time...i have prayed but i think it will take time...does anyone have any other remedies!! other than thinking before i speak because that totally don't work for me haha! Yeh please dont take me seriou<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/lyd.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/lyd.jpg" width="271" border="0" /></a>sly if i am because however hard it is to belive i am trying to curb it but its soooo hard.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I am also really opinionated but its only because i can't say anything but the truth as most of u know! I have this thing which is actually kinda stupid but i just have to tell the truth however harsh it is i really can't side step it. </div><div align="left">Sometimes when i think truthful things and just have to say them but if i do i know it will REALLY hurt someone...i have to walk away, whisper it to myself ad walk back just so its out in the open and not bottled up inside because i just have to say it! NOW HOW SAD IS THAT!!!!!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I wont stop telling the truth i wouldnt dream of it but to not blurt it out sarcastically or just normally....please help!</div><div align="left">xx</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113059658144269752?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1130434024318998982005-10-27T17:13:00.000Z2005-10-27T17:27:04.343Z<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Hey hows everyones hobbies lately?<br />I got a sort of wakky one that people give me weird loks for...only because I look like a total granny when I do it but belive it or not its so fun.<br />I have started doing crochet!! (sounds like....croshay)<br />I make sweat bands so if anyones interested and has any decent wool I will make you one!! (wow what an offer ay)</span><br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/dfh.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">What hobbies to other people do?<br /><br />Does anyone have any artistic or crafty hobbies because I would love to try them???<br /><br />This was kinda random but I had to update so there you go.<br /></span><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/dfhdjh.jpg" width="127" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-113043402431899898?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1129746654063914522005-10-19T18:09:00.000Z2005-10-19T18:30:54.100Z(say the title really fast and it sounds so cool haha)<br /><br />Lately i hav been accused of a lot of stuff and for those of you who know me will know that i am very truthful almost too truthful!!<br />i dnt know if you have been accused of stuff that you havn't done then you will know it feels so crap...<br />i felt sad that people would think i would say that<br />i felt annoyed that people wouldnt belive me wen i sed it wasn't me<br />i felt angry that i cood never prove to them that i actually didnt do it<br />All of those feelings bought me nothing but trouble.<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">In the bible it says "an innocent man has nothing to fear" well thats how i feel.</span><br />i no i have nothing to fear because i no i am definitely innocent but this doesn't help others to see that i am...<br />Life is never genuine...<br />Even if they see i didnt, people wood still accuse and hurt me...i dnt usually make a fuss of stuff like this BUT...<br />i do not lie i will tell you the truth however harsh it is and i won't hide from what i think.<br /><br />Im sorry if this gets to some people but its just so much easier to be straight with everyone!<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">In the bible it says<br />"let your yes be yes and your no be no"<br />Well i can say now, mine always does.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Don't point the finger unless you got the proof!!!!</strong></div><div align="center">(good moral)</div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fhdfh.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/fhdfh.jpg" width="120" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/fhdfh.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Please comment xx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112974665406391452?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1129492304632760342005-10-16T19:50:00.000Z2005-10-16T19:51:44.640ZBla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla<br />Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla !!<br />You guys wanted me 2 update!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112949230463276034?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1128281427594836012005-10-02T19:04:00.000Z2005-10-02T19:30:27.663ZSince everyones doing posts on friends and i had no other inspiration i thought i would do one too...<br /><br />Friends are one of the key things we should all have in our lives...they are always there to help you back up and help you carry on...they make you laugh and make you cry but it's all in an effort to achieve this one main aim....<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">TO KEEP A FRIENDSHIP GOING...</span></strong> (thats what i think anyway)<br /><br />Proverbs: 17:17 A friend loves at all times!<br />Friends are meant to care and thats what this verse says, even through the bad times and the arguments, a friend loves at all times...<br /><br />Proverbs: 12... Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.<br /><br />Everyone should have friends to back them up and to hold together through the rough patches in your life...<br />Give your friends, your respect, your time and above all, your love...<br /><br />You help me,<br />And I'll help you.<br />And together,<br />We will see it through.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Don't take your friends for granted but don't cling to them, give them space and learn to love them for all their qualities...<br /><br />Make new friends,<br />But keep the old.<br />One is silver,<br />And the other gold!<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/400/ff.jpg" width="191" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">Some good tips for what to do if you have problems...</span></p><p><span style="color:#660000;">What they do in the <strong>movies</strong>...</span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#660000;">Clutch a pillow and rock back and forth (seems to be effective)</span></li><li><span style="color:#660000;">Talk to your pets...- they understand every word ^:) - </span></li><li><span style="color:#660000;">Go out in the rain and hold on to branches of trees or hug the trunk of a tree...</span></li><li><span style="color:#660000;">SING!</span></li><li><span style="color:#660000;">Wear LOADS of eye make up and sob hysterically</span></li><li><span style="color:#660000;">etc etc...</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#660000;">Sorry to end a serious post with this it just came to mind!</span></p><p><span style="color:#660000;">Enjoy</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112828142759483601?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1128269367659114302005-10-02T16:08:00.000Z2005-10-02T16:09:27.666ZWell...<br />I haven't got chicken pox any more!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112826936765911430?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1126604343717600792005-09-13T09:32:00.000Z2005-09-13T09:39:46.813Z<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Heyho</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">As most of you know, I'm not very well at the moment so i thought i'd write something.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Here is a poem i wrote when i was in year 6 when i was ill....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">CHICKEN POX!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">My mum thinks Ive got chicken pox</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Ill have to stay in bed</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">But I'd rather go to school </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Than itch all day instead!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">My friends know ive got chicken pox</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Word flies around at school</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Now they are looking for spots</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">In case they itch at all</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">My brothers know ive got chicken pox </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">They laugh behind my back</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">It makes me very angry</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">So i hide inside my mack</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">The doctor thought it was chicken pox</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Although i dont have many spots</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">He thought i'd better not see anyone</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Otherwise i might give them lots!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">TADAAAA!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">My efforts at 10years old!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">xx</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112660434371760079?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1125861694982256672005-09-04T18:53:00.000Z2005-09-04T19:21:35.030Z<span style="color:#003300;">How I love the guitar!<br />It sounds strange but why not!<br />Its like the most amazing instrument ever i mean you can do all these funky things on it, make it sound deep and strange and then really high pitched so it makes you feel really hyped up.<br />You can play it so many ways...with the fingers obviously but ive seen someone play it with there nose and teeth....and im certain someone could play it with their feet.<br />Then theirs all the inticate work of the fingers. Wow that amazes me how they do it... i mean i play flute and that gets ma fingers after a while but the guitar is just frantic.<br />I am listening and watching Eric Clapton - Layla - and man that is one piece of awsome music.<br />Mabe its not that hard to play i wouldnt know but its just amazing how a few notes can sound so great. I love to sit and listen to it all. Well i love listening to the electric or bass, acoustic dnt exactly turn me on.<br />Its also like the coolest ever instrument. Have you seen the colours, patterns, shapes and sizes they come in?<br />And that is why i would love to play the guitar but i know i would not have the patience or the skill to do it.<br />And i would have to cut all my nails off Hehehe!<br />Please comment.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/hgf.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/hgf.jpg" width="110" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/iugi.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/iugi.jpg" width="96" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/cgnd.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/cgnd.jpg" width="104" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="58" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/guitar.jpg" width="109" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112586169498225667?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1124988572477176822005-08-25T16:44:00.000Z2005-08-25T16:51:31.540Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/Frizzy%20hair.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/Frizzy%20hair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey sorry guys but you wont be able to see my Soul Survivor photos on my space anymore because well, 1) Im lazy and cant be bothered and 2) Im running out of space on my space so ya know!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I may put some of the best ones on the though if i can.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But ya know, why should i make it so easy for you guys, just come to see me and be sociable at church and ask to see them. I'll bring them with me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ciao!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">^ That pic is the result of having braided hair at Dalesdown. Hehehe!^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112498857247717682?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1124217034597344802005-08-16T18:10:00.000Z2005-08-16T18:36:42.553Z<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/ss.jpg" width="162" border="0" /><span style="color:#006600;">Well.... WOW where do i begin?<br />I think i will begin with how great it was, Soul survivor was one of the best things i have ever been to in my entire life and i hav classed it as the best week of the year so far...<br />I dnt really know what else to say because </span><a href="http://www.missharwood.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#993399;">Hat</span></a><span style="color:#006600;"> has covered loads on her blog but i will definitely be putting all my photos on my </span><a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/serena14/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_blogpart=myspace&_c02_owner=1&amp;_c=blogpart"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Space</span></a><span style="color:#006600;"> soon. So keep a look out.<br /><br />But there was some stuff hat didnt say bout so i will....<br />The MARKET PLACE!! yippeeeee, shopping...what can i say, what an awsome place, i made it my goal for the week to buy something every day, in total i brought 8 rings, a jewelery b<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/ball.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/ball.jpg" width="148" border="0" /></a>owl, Rock 'n' Metal CD, a sweat band and some other random stuff i got free....All great little momentos.<br /><br />Also on the coach journey we stopped at a road cafe and me izzie and hat brought these squishy blue and pink spiky balls which were promptly thrown around the coach and thrust at peoples faces to smell-they aboslutely reeked 4 sum reason it was gross-<br />When we got to the site we threw them around and Andrew and Hat were wrestling with Izzies one when it split and broke...Awww poor Izzie....but it wasnt a huge dissapointent cos we then put it on bretts head and it was really funny.<br /><br />Our tent was excellent too, it was huge compared to Lids rach tash and izzies tent which was really a 2 man tent fitting 4 people in and ours was a 4 man tent fitting 2 people in... hahahah they were soo gutted! but ours had an interesting habit of covering you in blue stuff whenever you went in which, while being rather funny to see hat walking around with a moustache and side burns was quite annoying.<br /><br />Lydias week unfortunately for her was one of embarrasment and teasing...<br />The first day she wasnt there but she had left a pink bra in her tent which we all hung on a tree for all to see, along with other things. everyone ewalking along had a good old laugh.<br />Then Andy. R kept calling her a chav and proceded to learn all the chavvy terms to insult her with.<br />Like "Wateva ur mum works in McDonalds" with all the hand movments HAHA!<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/wayever.jpg"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="43" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/wayever.jpg" width="37" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Altogether SOUL SURIVOR was a great experience and i hope to do it again some day...</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">memo to check on my Space in a week to see all my photos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112421703459734480?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1123168194671681672005-08-04T14:59:00.000Z2005-08-04T15:09:54.680Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;">I went to the beach on wednesday and it was soooooooo much fun ever...<br />I went not expecteing to go in the sea, as it is england and i did not have a wet suit but you know Georgina....like da best gal eva.....she persuaded me and so we made our way down to the sea, then as we tentatively put our toes in the water, we both screamed IT WAS SOOO COLD lol, but then we walked in further then we ducked under VERY quickly and before you knew it, it was like being in a bath, the water was clear as anything, no rocks, no seaweed, no craps, you could swim!<br />Agh but then disaster struck... dun dun durr....<br />We were in the water for the second time that day and suddenly it was very shallow ,we walked for miles out to sea but it was still only around our ankles so we just plumped down where we were, suddenly the seaweed came, it wrapped itself round our legs, it gripped our wrists, we screamed and fled inwards but then just as we were going we trod on these fat rocks under the sea, Aggghhhh the pain the pain, so we stayed in our little channell of good sea, but as i was sitting there with my hands in the water just playing with the sand, something sharp, something brutal, nipped my finger, i screamed and yelled, blood poured from the wound, "im hurt im hurt" i yelled.........noooooo G was coming towards me, "ill save you" she screamed, she ran her hand along the bottom of the sea bed, ............. nothing.........the killer crab had gone...<br />well after that there was no staying in.....no way....we picked our way back to shore, other crabs hurtling past our feet and making us squeal......<br />the end to the perfect day!<br />I hate crabs!<br />Eeeewwoooaaahhhh!<br />But then on the way home we went up a one way system in the cra and got threatened by some old grouchy lady and then this man stodd there giving us evils....oo well....we had fish and chips after so who cares about them!<br /><br />I am over run with eggs!<br /><br />bibi hope u enjoyed!<br /></span></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/crab.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112316819467168167?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1122996337866518232005-08-02T15:05:00.000Z2005-08-02T15:26:20.970Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20123.jpg"></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#006600;">Dont you just love it that on holiday you do lots of stuff that you normally wouldn't like going shopping is so much more fun when your with your dad in the supermarket, you come back wiht so much better and way more food than with your mum! mmmmm yum yum! soo fun!</span><br /><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well this is some of the stuff we did on my holiday...</span></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">CAMPING!!</span></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20010.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />< href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%200271.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%200271.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;">IN OUR UTTERLY FABO TENT! TIS HUGE I LOVE IT!</span><br /><br />Woolacombe Beach ><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">We made absolutely awsome helter skelters on the beach....hey i know its babyish but whats wrong with fun???</span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/1600/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20169.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/200/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20169.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">We went surfing/body boarding....yippeeee, the waves were HUMUNGOUS - well they looked like that from where i was standing! I am that small! </span></strong><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"><span style="color:#000000;"><></p></span></strong></span><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">We also went to this kick ass show with Big Foots, Motor bikes going through fire etc etc....</span></strong> <strong>WOWOWOWOW!</strong><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1745/1067/320/DEVON%202005%20%20%201%20123.jpg" width="290" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><strong>Thanx for watching!</strong></p><p><strong>If you like my photos check out my </strong><a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/serena14/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_blogpart=myspace&_c02_owner=1&amp;_c=blogpart"><strong>http://spaces.msn.com/members/serena14/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_blogpart=myspace&_c02_owner=1&amp;_c=blogpart</strong></a><strong> SPACE please... - i dont know how else to do it!</strong></p><p><strong>Please leave commentes and ideas! thx!</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112299633786651823?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1122903511272537882005-08-01T13:38:00.000Z2005-08-01T13:38:31.276Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Music_in.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Music_in.jpg'></a><br />Thats what im talking about!&nbsp;<a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112290351127253788?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1122903386369638612005-08-01T13:06:00.000Z2005-08-01T13:36:27.036Z<span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Sometimes you just wanna relax but sometimes you just wanna rock away, but then you also just wanna sing and other times</strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong> you just wanna bug out!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Well thats why music is sooooooooo great, you can do all that stuff so easily if you just got da musik (and preferably a large room with humungus speakers!!!)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Sometimes im in such a naff mood i really need to relax, so what do i do??</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>PUT ON THE HEAVIEST MUSIK I CAN FIND!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>woohoooooo, perhaps i start with a bit of Kutless which is actually quite tame but then i kick it up with a bit of Skillet, they are totally awsome, but you know im still not quite there so why not try.......ooo i dunno, "my brothers musik" yessssssss excellent idea, yippeeeeee, Metallica, Deftones, Dope and best of all, Rammstein ( who cares if their german and i dnt hav a clue what they on about but man they have such great musik)!! weeeeehooooo im relaxed!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Come on giv it up 4 ............. ROCK!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>It relaxes me so much you can just let it all out and scream and yell and best of all, MOSH!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;">But then again, i may not be in the mood to scream i might feel really............floaty and on top of the moon........and i really wanna start singing but you cant sing to rock so, i know its sooooo totally "un cool" but why not put on some Celine Dion, Delta Goodrem or Hilary Duff or something, just some amazing melodies and high notes to get right up there with my mood!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;">I love singing even if it is to sissy stuff.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">On the other hand i could feel really tense like i do now because i been typing for so long and i dunno what everyones gonna think of this post!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">So what the hay.......lets get the rip taken out of me and put on sum chavy musik like....2pac or Eminem! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Feel the beat, feel the rhythm, just let ya body loose!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">Well thats nearlly enough but there is one thing in common with all those TYPES of musik, you can get just as good christian musik as you can non!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">Not all christian music is soppy and got naff rythms!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">NO WAY!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">The difference is, one is celebrating a truly awsome thing, someone who made the earth, died for us, loves us more than anyone can on earth and the other is talking about the things of this earth, nothing so splendid as whats to come.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">As much as i like to pick the musik, i also like to pick the lyrics and content!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">Dont get me wrong i actually quite like some of Marilyn Mansons stuff (specially Rock Is Dead) but i totally 100% disagree with pretty much everything he stands for.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">The lyrics of some christian songs have such a deep meaning, i love looking up the words to songs because its like Gods giving you a word through a song, helping you out with a problem or just making you feel so good about life and Him. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;">I dont mean to sound too preachy but, watch what you listen to because is reflects in you personality and not all of its good!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Sorry that went on for a bit long.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">PLEASE comment!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112290338636963861?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1121712847821640002005-07-18T18:53:00.000Z2005-07-18T18:54:07.826ZHey i found out how to do it!<br />im ok.....life saved<br />i wont go into details but everythings ok now so thats all that matters!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112171284782164000?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1121706322704756662005-07-18T17:02:00.000Z2005-07-18T17:05:22.710ZWOW ..... have you ever tried to do everything on your computer without the mouse.<br />Seriously try its soooo easy.<br />We have a cordless mouse and my brother (Russell) just nicked it because he wanted to come on the computer....(how immature) and so i, being my stubborn self, did not get off and proceded to do everything by keyboard.<br />You should really try it.<br />I have started by the start menu all the way up until publishing this blog, then i had to go for dinner!!<br />Cool<br />Well bibi<br /><br />(P.S if you figure out how to switch from different screens, e.g msn to internet on the bottom toolbar...please let me know!)<br /><br />xx keep commenting.<br />Every1 update<br />and send me mail plssss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112170632270475666?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1121275386475135242005-07-13T16:26:00.000Z2005-07-13T17:23:06.506ZHi im cypniog tihs off Tmis bolg bcaesue i tnihk its rlaely cool!!<br />If you hndat nteciod taht you can slitl raed tihs eevn tguhoh the ltetres are all rnoud the wnrog way. Utnrfotelnuay it dnsoet wrok taht wlel wtih 2 or 3 ltetre wdors.<br />Wlel im hvniag a ftsinaatc tmie and ive been rllaey hepyr for smoe odd rsoaen, ask Csthriina on the bus, i was emeextlry odd.<br /><br />Like this; try reading all the colours below but read the colour of the letters not the colour it says!......<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">GREEN <span style="color:#ff6600;">RED</span> <span style="color:#009900;">BLUE </span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"> GOLD</span> <span style="color:#330099;">ORANGE </span> <span style="color:#663333;">YELLOW</span> <span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">PURPLE </span> <span style="color:#66ff99;">BLUE</span> </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">PINK </span></span></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">RED</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">ORANGE</span> <span style="color:#666666;">BLACK </span> <span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">SILVER</span> <span style="color:#ffccff;">GREEN</span> <span style="color:#000000;">GREEN</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">WHITE</span> BROWN </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">GREY</span> <span style="color:#000099;">RED</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">GREEN </span> <span style="color:#33cc00;">YELLOW</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">PURPLE </span> <span style="color:#993399;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">GOLD</span> </span></strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;">PINK</span> <span style="color:#000066;">BLACK </span> </span></strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;">RED</span> BLUE <span style="color:#ff99ff;">YELLOW </span> <span style="color:#006600;">RED </span> <span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">GREEN</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">PINK</span> <span style="color:#000000;"> SILVER</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">ORANGE </span> </span></strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">PURPLE</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">RED</span> </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">BLUE <span style="color:#663300;">BLUE </span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">PURPLE</span> BLACK <span style="color:#009900;">WHITE </span> <span style="color:#000000;"> BROWN</span> </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">GREEN</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">GREY</span> <span style="color:#009900;">PINK</span> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">YELLOW </span><span style="color:#ffccff;">ORANGE</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> PINK </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#006600;">BROWN</span> <span style="color:#660000;">BLUE </span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">RED </span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">GREEN</span> <span style="color:#006600;">RED</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">BLACK </span> <span style="color:#000000;">GOLD</span> </span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">BLUE!</span></span></strong><br /><br />Now try reading it the other way round.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112127538647513524?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120409552660749582005-07-03T16:39:00.000Z2005-07-03T16:52:32.666Z<span style="color:#003300;">Dyu ever feel like your life is totally perfect?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Dyu ever feel like all your friends are the best things in the world?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Dyu ever feel like something just isn't right though?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I have</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I have</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I have</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">But theres also a very different side to all those feelings....</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Life is totally not perfect because something always ends up going wrong and throws that feeling right to the back of your mind.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Friends are not the best because people you think are friends just play it nice in front of you but behind the scenes they are so much more than that.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Something Always isn't right....</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">None of those feelings can last for long and that is just a sad fact of life!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I wish i could actually trust my friends, I can trust one of them for certain any day any time and shes not even a christian and thats soo sad because I have so many more friends than one (no wise cracks). The rest lie to me, treat me like dirt, tell all my secrets, friends that promised to be friends are no longer called that now. They have all done one of those things to me at least. And im not saying im perfect but im telling you now that even when im in a mood with my friends i never stab them in the back or tell other people stuff they have told me in confidence!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">EVERYONE JUST TRY TO BE HONEST PLSSS I'D LIKE YOU SO MUCH MORE!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">LIFE SUX!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Ok onto a happy note........</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I went to church today and i got totally blown out of this world for about an hour and half.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Twas amazing!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Now im on a major low cos im so tired so im gonna go.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Keep commenting!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Im sorry if this post was really heavy but its somewhere I can say anything!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Keep posting.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112040955266074958?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120232478186968042005-07-01T15:34:00.000Z2005-07-01T15:41:18.193Z<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">Dedicated to All ma People!<br /></span></span></strong></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Once upon a time there lived a old man called andrew……he lived in a well…….and every so often came up to spit out the water……………….then one day when he happened to pop up he spotted a lovely young lady called Cassie who lived in a nearby bush. This was the girl Andrew wanted to marry. He asked for her phone number and she replied “ leaf leaf rose1 branch2 root6.” He was overjoyed and later on he decided to give her a ring….</span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”hello” said he….</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”hello” said she……..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”o bush lady o bush lady I luv thee so dearly”………</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”wot the heck are you on about I am in luv with jason the king of the man boobed tribe”…….</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”o but my luv u must luv me because I do not have man boobs, I have other manly attributes”!!..........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">”but I do not know wot they are so go away”<br /><br />Next Day<br />King Jason payed a visit to Bush lady and told her he felt the same way about her so they married and had 5 kids; becky, tom, charlotte, kirsty and Sophia. Each of which had peculiar side effects when they looked at Andrew……..a sudden swelling of there noses and buttocks occurred when they gazed upon his little face.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">Sophia grew up and became uglier and uglier each day, she achieved her main aim in life to grow a beard and called it by the name of Tim. Andrew saw her beard and fell in luv with Sophia at second sight. But kirsty became very jealous as she had a secret crush on Tim the beard!! There were problems with those two but more problems with Becky because she had a great love of Andrew also and thought she had much more of a right with him since she had a moustache called Lee…..a much more manly name and her moustache was far more mature!...............Tom on the other hand fell for a purple rabbit called toby (and before you ask, toby is a girls name!) he told her of this love and they had many rabbit babies together which were all the colours of the rainbow.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">Suddenly something happened to break down the whole love…….Toby decided he liked someone else far better…………….a pretty young flower named Joe!..........nicknamed…”the King of the Flibbles.”<br />Flibbles are a group of vertically challenged people and their queen is Natalie and their king is Joe. They are famous for making poo chunk jam which can only be made from the ripest bogies. They also hav a pet monkey called cheesemangapip.<br />Everyone lived happily ever after!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">THE END!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112023247818696804?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120078004474975722005-06-29T20:46:00.001Z2005-06-29T20:46:44.476Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0182.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0182.jpg'></a><br />Everywhere!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112007800447497572?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120077993815910092005-06-29T20:46:00.000Z2005-06-29T20:46:33.820Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0181.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0181.jpg'></a><br />Growing up....&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112007799381591009?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120077959877837632005-06-29T20:45:00.001Z2005-06-29T20:45:59.880Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0179.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0179.jpg'></a><br />The famous box!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112007795987783763?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120077919533418632005-06-29T20:45:00.000Z2005-06-29T20:45:19.536Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0177.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/PICT0177.jpg'></a><br />One of my many birthday piccys!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112007791953341863?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1120077389648545922005-06-29T20:23:00.000Z2005-06-29T20:36:29.653ZMEMORY LANE!<br /><br />Today this little elf popped into my living room while i was sitting there and he just started poking me! I mean rudeness......but you know....so i thought to myself...i wonder what he wants......"hey mister whats your problem?"..........."well i was just thinking back to the times when.....................................<br /><br />Alex used to invite that guy Jon Carter round and we all used to stand in the doorway of your room and throw paper air planes down the corridor and see if they would land in the toilet at the end!<br />"wow that planes gonna go far........woooo look at it go......ooo bit left....come on come on....YESS!!!! Bulls eye!!"<br /><br />-man they was goood times, you were always such a good shot!-<br /><br />O yeh and that time when Alex and Russell dressed up as nurses and had a teddies tea party in the garden!<br />"awwww what a pretty picture.......oo mind the teddy Russell"<br /><br />-I always knew those two weren't quite on track-<br /><br />But then again what about all those many times you sat in cardboard boxes......sucking your thumb with your raggies.........<br />"mummy i need anotha box....for a house.......for a boat.....for a shop"<br /><br />- wonderful things boxes-<br /><br />Oi.......wots your name Mister Elf........."Bob" (surprisingly) .........."yeh well Bob.......shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!<br /><br /><br />Leave comments pweese!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-112007738964854592?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119901248355114462005-06-27T19:23:00.000Z2005-06-27T19:40:48.363Z<span style="color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I love finding weird facts....they crack me up.....(although that aint difficult since everything makes me laf)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Well heres a few:</strong></span><br /><ol><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Or that Eskimos use refrigerators to keep food FROM freezing?</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Hang On Sloopy is the official rock song of Ohio.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">In Cleveland, Ohio, it's illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </p><ol><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">There is an average of 178 sesame seeds on a McDonald's Big Mac bun.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">When Heinz ketchup leaves the bottle, it travels at a rate of 25 miles per<br />year.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">An ostrich's eye is bigger that it's brain.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Cat's urine glows under a blacklight.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">You are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </p><ol><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Polar bears are left handed. (wooooo big up the Bears)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">7 in 10 Americans have some kind of fear of the dark.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">The placement of a donkey's eyes in its heads enables it to see all four feet at all times.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span> </p><ol><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Rock Music kills plants.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Slugs have 4 noses!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;">Butterflies taste with their feet.</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Sorry if that took long to read but its quite interesting!!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111990124835511446?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119793604454481802005-06-26T13:46:00.000Z2005-06-26T13:46:44.456Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/stairs.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/stairs.jpg'></a><br />Pheww&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979360445448180?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119793501196692122005-06-26T13:43:00.000Z2005-06-26T13:45:01.206Z<span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong> Bill, Jim, and Scott were at a convention together and were sharing a large suite on the top of a 75 story sky scraper. After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb 75 flights of stairs to get to their room. Bill said to Jim and Scott, let's break the monotony of this unpleasant task by concentrating on something interesting. I'll tell jokes for 25 flights, and Jim can sing songs for 25 flights, and Scott can tell sad stories the rest of the way. At the 26th floor Bill stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing. At the 51st floor Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories. "I will tell my saddest story first," he said. <span style="font-size:130%;">"I left the room key in the car!"</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979350119669212?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119792468914622392005-06-26T13:17:00.000Z2005-06-26T13:27:48.920Z<ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Real friendship is a rare and precious gift, strong, stable, yet fragile, and never to be taken for granted!</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Remember that a little love goes a long way. Remember that a lot... goes forever.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. </strong></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Im so glad that all my friends are like this!!</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!</strong></span></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979246891462239?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119791763347820192005-06-26T13:16:00.000Z2005-06-26T13:16:03.350Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos004.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos004.jpg'></a><br />Me and Lids....awwww&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979176334782019?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119791751102067242005-06-26T13:15:00.003Z2005-06-26T13:15:51.106Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos003.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos003.jpg'></a><br />AHHHHH!!! Me and Lizzie......(wots with the gum liz)&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979175110206724?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119791736469934972005-06-26T13:15:00.002Z2005-06-26T13:15:36.480Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos002.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos002.jpg'></a><br />Hat, Me, Lizzie!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979173646993497?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119791724567053882005-06-26T13:15:00.001Z2005-06-26T13:15:24.570Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos001.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos001.jpg'></a><br />Me and Rach&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979172456705388?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119791713396654842005-06-26T13:15:00.000Z2005-06-26T13:15:13.426Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos005.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/loadsa%20fotos005.jpg'></a><br />Lyida and Liz.....luv em 2 bits!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111979171339665484?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119469222114260152005-06-22T19:40:00.000Z2005-06-22T19:40:22.116Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Rock%20star%20pic%20%28us%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Rock%20star%20pic%20%28us%29.jpg'></a><br />COME ON!!! WOOHOOOO!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111946922211426015?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119469190399572322005-06-22T19:36:00.000Z2005-06-22T19:39:50.403ZHavn't you always dreamed of being a rock star?<br />Well i have....being the one on the stage that everyones cheering for; everyone loves.....dont you just have a craving to crowd surf!! Yeh well who cares if you dont i do!<br />And who better to do it but<br />ME- (luving it totally)<br />RACHAEL - (banging her head)<br />LYDIA - (cringing at the side)<br />o well even if it's not the perfect group its still the perfect picture!<br />Would'nt this look awsome on our first album cover!<br />AY??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111946919039957232?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119113143900412642005-06-18T16:33:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:45:43.906ZHey meet my buddies!<br />Da Hootimanchotto brothers!<br />Meet...........................<br />Wingpong Hootimanchotto<br />Sai Ting Wong Hootimanchotto<br />Wangchanka Hootimanchotto<br />Lingsuta Hootimanchotto<br />Sutaling Hootimanchotto<br />Frie Hootimanchotto<br />Irf Hootimanchotto<br />Yetti Hootimanchotto<br />Figyong Hootimanchotto<br />Yamdish Hootimanchotto<br />Pupew Hootimanchotto<br />Yanty Hootimanchotto<br />Sho Yotto Hootimanchotto<br />Minga Hootimanchotto<br />Mong Hootimanchotto<br />Fred Hootimanchotto!!<br /><br />And there you have the brothers!!<br />And they all give a personal greeting in chinese to you......<br /><br />Ley ho tau!!!! :<br /><br />Translation....."You smell"!!! (truth)<br /><br /><br />BIBI!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911314390041264?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112360042554972005-06-18T16:32:00.001Z2005-06-18T16:32:40.046Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2016.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2016.jpg'></a><br />Van Goph, Leo Devinci....im not sure!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911236004255497?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112322393544992005-06-18T16:32:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:32:02.393Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2015.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2015.jpg'></a><br />Looking gd there!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911232239354499?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112302444997312005-06-18T16:31:00.002Z2005-06-18T16:31:42.443Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2014.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2014.jpg'></a><br />"Stop"&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911230244499731?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112283171326432005-06-18T16:31:00.001Z2005-06-18T16:31:23.176Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2013.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2013.jpg'></a><br />Hu's hu?&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911228317132643?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112262601887732005-06-18T16:31:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:31:02.603Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2012.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2012.jpg'></a><br />Awwwwwwww..........looks quite good as a girl.&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911226260188773?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112245042400282005-06-18T16:30:00.002Z2005-06-18T16:30:45.046Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2011.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2011.jpg'></a><br />Wooop, Wooop!!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911224504240028?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112230723491232005-06-18T16:30:00.001Z2005-06-18T16:30:30.726Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2010.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%2010.jpg'></a><br />Stylish&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911223072349123?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112214633924522005-06-18T16:30:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:30:14.643Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%209.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%209.jpg'></a><br />Somones getting moody...&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911221463392452?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112195703660112005-06-18T16:29:00.002Z2005-06-18T16:29:55.710Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%208.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%208.jpg'></a><br />The chinese take everything....!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911219570366011?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112169507668062005-06-18T16:29:00.001Z2005-06-18T16:29:29.510Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%207.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%207.jpg'></a><br />Muscly!!!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911216950766806?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112149634563632005-06-18T16:29:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:29:09.640Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%206.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%206.jpg'></a><br />Who dyu think it is?&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911214963456363?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119112113487844512005-06-18T16:28:00.000Z2005-06-18T16:28:33.510Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%201.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/chi%20boy%201.jpg'></a><br />Hey look at these...........wot do you see???&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111911211348784451?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041085056635452005-06-17T20:44:00.002Z2005-06-17T20:44:45.060Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Lizzie%20-%20sumo.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Lizzie%20-%20sumo.jpg'></a><br />Wo!! Did you put on weight???&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904108505663545?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041069325437422005-06-17T20:44:00.001Z2005-06-17T20:44:29.330Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Lizzie%20-%20Apple.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Lizzie%20-%20Apple.jpg'></a><br />Very pretty....smaller bites next time praps ay Lizzie?&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904106932543742?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041041668215602005-06-17T20:44:00.000Z2005-06-17T20:44:01.673Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Sam.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Sam.jpg'></a><br />Rock on Sam!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904104166821560?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041033285725922005-06-17T20:43:00.003Z2005-06-17T20:43:53.286Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Toby%20and%20Ab%27s.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Toby%20and%20Ab%27s.jpg'></a><br />Nice hairdo Toby!! Well done Abby&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904103328572592?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041016073985942005-06-17T20:43:00.002Z2005-06-17T20:43:36.076Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Da%20gang%20-%20fire.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Da%20gang%20-%20fire.jpg'></a><br />People......:0!&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904101607398594?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531692.post-1119041001696957392005-06-17T20:43:00.001Z2005-06-17T20:43:21.700Z<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Iz%20-%20Hat.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/5502/320/Iz%20-%20Hat.jpg'></a><br />Izzie and Hat nice and comfy&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531692-111904100169695739?l=hootimanchotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bed Sox Blitzerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02040490794560494071noreply@blogger.com0