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			<title>blah, moody monday thoughts</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 04:32:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I don't want to go t worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk today, I want to stay home curled up in bed and read lost of things! 
Oh well only 9 days and I get a whole...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I don't want to go t worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk today, I want to stay home curled up in bed and read lost of things!<br />
Oh well only 9 days and I get a whole 3 days running off! woohoo! Unfortunatly I have to spend it with my family- stupid big mouth- whihc means no reading and no computer, becuase staying in bed reading all day ( or even just a measly hour) or playing on the computer for hours is antisocial don't you know.... grumble grumble.<br />
Ah well I get to do year 7 report cards today 90% of them are pretty much failing! ( these kids get hysterical if tey get 90% and I am not giving may of them above 60%. That will teach themto scive my classes!</blockquote>

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			<title>Just a bit of fun</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 09:27:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>The last entry was moody it time for some nighty light heartedness... eh yeah, ok. So here is a bit of happy and amusing news. I love work, its hard...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">The last entry was moody it time for some nighty light heartedness... eh yeah, ok. So here is a bit of happy and amusing news. I love work, its hard I am under appreciated and not very well paid but its brilliant. Much as there are days I can’t stand the kids they do amuse me. And hey I am getting to crown myself Queen of Bookland and wonder around in a crown all day how awesome is that? <br />
Life is good as Ive said before I am loosing weight but the heat is already draining me and its not even April yet.  What else? Oh yes Don Quixote ... so when I was about seven my best friend’s maid/cleaning lady/ help/ childcare provider/house keeper/ nanny/cook whatever you want to call her told me the story of someone who lived down the street from her in India, she told me that woman literally went mad from reading too many books and that she could no longer differentiate reality from fiction. I have never forgotten this especially as there are days when I would much rather be a charcter in a book, even a romance book at least that way I am guaranteed a happy ending! Anyway, so I finally started reading Don Quixote and imagine my surprise and the amount or ROFLOL that occurred when realised that this is the story she was telling me, but gosh the book is so funny , granted I am only on chapter 4 because I forgot it a school still I am being thoroughly amused by it. <br />
I am in a completion with the kids a t school to see if they can read 30 books before I can read 100, in theory this was possible, unfortunately I have discovered I am not the only child who read/reads 6-8 books a week, and I am about to loose and as a reward the students get to crow and do a victory dance in assembly . Ah, well. Anyway so i had Don Quioxte at school yesterday when I had to baby sit the kids who wouldn’t leave till 445and one of them picks up don Quixote, <br />
“what is this miss?” <br />
“A book Twin 1” ( I can never remember their names so they have become twin 1 and twin 2) <br />
“what does it look like?”<br />
“ Food! Can I eat it” cue crazy 11 year old laughter “what is it about?”<br />
So I explain about don Quixote and he starts flicking through it ....<br />
Miss this book is too long 938 pages anyone who reads it will go crazy like this man, ... oh but not you of course!<br />
At which point I was in peels of laughter... you should have seen his face when he saw the page number he couldn’t b believe that there was a book that long! He actually looked like this :yikes:<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Ranting- if you don't like it don't read it!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:26:58 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Why do people make such a big deal about sexuality? Especially other peoples sexuality? What I want to know is how is it anyone’s business but me and...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Why do people make such a big deal about sexuality? Especially other peoples sexuality? What I want to know is how is it anyone’s business but me and whoever I choose to hum share my sexuality with what orientation I am? Why does everything have to  be a big deal, religion colour race? What a load of crap! I mean seriously why do people make such a big fuss about a person because they are gay? Or non white? Why do the words we use to describe a person even matter, when what really matters is who you are as person, a persons soul, spirit essence whatever you want to call it the<i> them</i> in them... Oh it makes me so mad :rage: :flare: when I hear people talking about what a big deal it is because so and so is from an ethnic minority or talking  about gay six year olds! Seriously a six year old is not gay anymore than they are straight and frankly discussing the sexuality of a child is just plain creepy, perverse and wrong. I don’t know and more importantly I DON’T care if there is a sexuality gene or whether it is a choice. And that is exactly my point its not my business what people choose to do behind closed doors and its not their business what I choose to do behind mine Who is anyone to judge? Everybody mind your own beeping businesses No one died and made you God! <br />
We should all accept people as they are for who they are and all the rest isn’t important and oohhh I am just royally peeved off! <br />
:rant:<br />
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			<title>Im alive! and Endless poetry in action</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Which is obvious by now so I just thought I would post some poetry stuff because hey its here and I know there is a person or two out there who...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Which is obvious by now so I just thought I would post some poetry stuff because hey its here and I know there is a person or two out there who (other than me ) generally gets a kick out of looking at the maddness Aims and I cook up during an EPN so here goes.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>EPN is Here </u></b><br />
Come out come out<br />
And play with me<br />
We will show them <br />
How its done!<br />
<br />
The sun the sun will never go down<br />
And we have just begun!<br />
Let time stand still <br />
Let today go on <br />
EPN night is here <br />
And boredom is on the run!</div><br />
<b><u>Let's Get Excited</u></b><br />
Crown me king for the day<br />
Crown me Queen for the month<br />
Ill be happy for an hour or so<br />
<br />
Ill eat jam pies<br />
And colour the skies<br />
Purple,  orange and blue<br />
With my magical tutu!<br />
<br />
No I’m not delusion<br />
Just a little unusual<br />
But I think that’s alright<br />
When today is tonight!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;"> <br />
<b><u>Morning Rituals</u></b><br />
Turn on the bright lights<br />
Ring out your smile<br />
The world is beginning  to wake<br />
Nod your head and brush your teeth<br />
Tap your feet and crack your knee<br />
The day has just begun<br />
Sing a song<br />
 play a long <br />
Relax before you run<br />
The hamster’s wheel will<br />
Turn and turn <br />
And crush you <br />
Beneath its thumb<br />
 So we breath (and <br />
Maybe sneeze) <br />
to get us through alive.<br />
All the roses smell<br />
And the fairies yell <br />
“listen up this isn’t hell!”<br />
A smile and a giggle<br />
Maybe a wiggle or two? <br />
Bring the house down <br />
Take a bow. <br />
<br />
Then when you have finished <br />
Your morning laughing ritual<br />
The wheel is there waiting for you! <br />
</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<u><b>Who I am</b></u><br />
I am as modest as<br />
A beauty queen<br />
As calm as a <br />
Storm .<br />
Im as dangerous <br />
As a willow tree<br />
As deadly as a<br />
Word<br />
But mostly <br />
I am as <br />
Me as I <br />
Can be <br />
And that about all!<br />
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<b><u>Queen of the Castle (it's better than the hill)</u></b><br />
Oh no the king has run away<br />
And given me his castle for the day<br />
Should I be good or should I play?<br />
The sheep could line the staircase<br />
We could have an ice rink in the hall<br />
We could candyfloss the ceiling<br />
We could changes all the locks<br />
Oh dear the king is gone<br />
And never again will be seen<br />
Oh no the king is gone<br />
And long live the queen!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><b><u>The Sock Goblin</u></b><br />
<br />
There is a sock goblin in my house<br />
And he’s  a gobblin’ up my clothes<br />
If it was just socks it would be one thing <br />
But now hes taken fancy to my toes!<br />
</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Confused Yet?</u></b><br />
The best thing about having a  friend<br />
Is hat they  don’t mind if youre round the bend<br />
They are often rather potty too<br />
Esically if they have taken up with you<br />
Youll have to excuse me when I say<br />
You is I and I is you<br />
See for the purposes <br />
of me rhythm<br />
Switching pronouns<br />
It is a given .<br />
So You will be me <br />
and I will be you<br />
now we are confused<br />
how do you do?  <br />
</div><br />
<b><u>IN my shoes</u></b><br />
Come walk with me<br />
Ill change your life<br />
Or at least affect your day.<br />
<br />
You stop and talk but come and see<br />
The world I know to be<br />
Its not all bad,<br />
Nor all sad<br />
Nor yet all<br />
Ha ha hee hee<br />
But sometimes a smile<br />
( and bright coloured socks)<br />
Are all you really need!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Once upon a time I was grounded<br />
But then I saw a fly<br />
And thought how come he can and not I <br />
So I built a giant balloon <br />
And filled it all with lead<br />
Jumped off a cliff <br />
And now I am well and truly dead<br />
Yet I dance among the clouds<br />
So really who is laughing now? <br />
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			<title>Exciting things a foot! ( the long version)</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:36:55 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well for me at least I will give you the quick summary of events first that way you don’t have to looka t the long story but I am putting the long...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well for me at least I will give you the quick summary of events first that way you don’t have to looka t the long story but I am putting the long version of events here so that I can stop repeating the story and just direct people here as I am getting bored with repeating it. :D<br />
<br />
I GOT A JOB! In EGYPT, and the best /most surprising bit? Its IN MY OLD SCHOOL! :banana:<br />
<br />
Basically I went off on my holiday to Egypt that was all very nice I got to see the Library of Alexandria got stuffed with fattening foods got eaten alive by mosquitoes and got some new trainers except I kept worrying about getting a job, so one day I go into facebook- it was my cousins computer and sitting for hours on the litnet would have been ‘unsociable’ anyway the point. My friend sends me a message going  “did you check out the school in Cairo?” and my reply was Huh? What school , I got told off for not paying attention to messages ( but I had 32 its not surprising one fell through the net)  and the internet at y uncles was crappy. So she sends me the advert again. DO you want to see it? <a href="http://www.reed.co.uk/job/details.aspx?jobid=18316609&amp;pro=rss" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.reed.co.uk/job/details.as...316609&amp;pro=rss</a> but the salary is alot less now and thebenifits too turn out this is what <i> teachers</i> get go figure! <br />
Anyway the deadline had already passed but I thought what the hay I can try anyway so on the Monday the 5th I rang up and said look I know the deadline has gone and all that but have you found someone, and the guy says NO the deadline doesn’t end till November that’s a mistake I will have to sort. Send me your CV and photo and I will forward to the school. I explained I was on holiday and didn’t have access to a photo but I did have my CV. I had been planning to apply to the Library of Alexandria but they aren’t hiring anyone with less than 15 years professional experience in a progressive career.  Anyway so I send him my CV and next thing I know I get an email saying . What a coincidence its _______ YOUR old school! Are you still interested. Now considering it was there I learnt about the existence of libraries and that there was such a thing as a librarianship degree and was actually advised to take one my answer was YES! <br />
Soo eventually the school ring me up on my last day in Egypt and ask me three question “ did I need accommodation? Was I married? And how soon could I start? Send them a scan of my qualifications and they would send the contracts.<br />
So I rang my mum up and got her to take my resignation letter into work. Work and my mum decided it was wiser to hang on to it. And all things considered I am glad they did. <br />
The school slashed the salary ( from the lower end of the bracket) by a third, and I have to pay for the work visa and residency permits.  General advice being not to declare my Egyptian nationality eligibility as then the school will pay be less than a 1/8th of the salary they are currently planning to pay me. SO I am keeping mum. But I get free accommodation and I am going back. I signed the contracts yesterday work accepted my resignation yesterday and are back dating it ( or trying to) to the 7th of October to make my last day of work the 31st and they are ‘glad to see the back of me’ and they planned my leaving do completely without me .  And next week I am in Dublin to have a yay and goodbye thing with niamh.</blockquote>

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			<title>Fine</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:44:31 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So tried the other way of getting an idea for a poem and going with it as opposed to words that say write me write me and here we go. ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">So tried the other way of getting an idea for a poem and going with it as opposed to words that say write me write me and here we go. <br />
<i><b><i><b><font size="5">__________________________________________________  __</font></b></i></b></i><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Busy again today? <br />
And tomorrow and next week too?<br />
Man you <i>are</i> busy!<br />
Well maybe I’ll catch you later,<br />
You know me anytime’s fine. <br />
<br />
SO you don’t want to talk to me?<br />
Fine!<br />
Don’t want to be my friend?<br />
Well that’s fine too! <br />
You know what you weren’t a good friend anyway<br />
Without you I’ll be just FINE!<br />
<br />
Scratch that it’s <i>not</i> fine,<br />
Was it something I said? Did? <br />
I’m sorry really sorry please come back. <br />
Ill make you loads of tea and do your homework<br />
Ill agree with everything you say even the  sky’s green<br />
I don’t want to loose a friend <br />
Please say we are fine.<br />
<br />
Oh what’s the point?<br />
You don’t even care<br />
I’ve no friends and I might as well be dead<br />
Actually it’s good I have no friends <br />
I can’t afford the emotional fine. <br />
<br />
Today I thought of you and smiled<br />
I can do that now, friends grow<br />
Apart and its all good. <br />
And here’s something else that’s good <br />
I have loads of friends now <br />
And I really am fine.</div></blockquote>

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			<title>Question</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 21:01:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Since this is a blog and not a thinngy thread I get to be as rambley ( ramblous  ( what is the adjective of ramble anyway?)  I am going about his the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Since this is a blog and not a thinngy thread I get to be as rambley ( ramblous  ( what is the adjective of ramble anyway?)  I am going about his the long way if you want to get to he point scroll down to the * , this was your only warning. <br />
<br />
So I started thinking sometime in the middle of last night well actually to start before that obviously been writing a bit more than usual, this is mainly I direct result of having too much free time on my hands and certain people being around again and my competitive streak.  Plus some people are always telling me to write more. Or to write down the stuff in my head so anyway. <br />
As around about effect of a conversation i was having yesterday I got an idea for a poem, but since its an idea rather than word s its kind of taking its sweet time shaping up, which is well annoying truth ti tell, but that is always the way so it got me thinking.<br />
<br />
* Usually when I come up with a poem its becaue either the words have whispered themselves into my mind for days and just forced themselves out my finger tips almost fully formed Athena like. Or A word or combination of  has caught my fancy and Ive played about with it resulting in a poem. But then sometimes you get an idea, and it says Ooh you know what ? I would make a good poem if you could find a format, or don’t you really want to say this? Express. <br />
So I was wondering  writers, scribblers and poets do you choose what you will write about and force it to your will or does it come to you and use you as a channel?</blockquote>

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			<title>A new week</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 12:11:23 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So I am over being down, this has been a GOOD week so far, Ive got things I wanted done, I have been in an amazing good mood, I yeah just good. I...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">So I am over being down, this has been a GOOD week so far, Ive got things I wanted done, I have been in an amazing good mood, I yeah just good. I even did a little more writing, you have got to love poetry nights! :D <br />
<br />
<br />
<b>ME!</b><br />
I am positive<br />
Burning bright <br />
Explosively joyous<br />
Fireworks in the night<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Words</b><br />
Words are moving back and forth <br />
Stitching across reality <br />
Bounding through  space and time <br />
Lighting up my screen </div><br />
<b>Watch this Space</b><br />
<br />
Watch this space <br />
The poem is due to arrive<br />
Flash up in my mind <br />
Write it down fast <br />
NOoo I missed it now.<br />
Watch this space.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<b>Brain Spam</b><br />
Spam spam <br />
My brain is full <br />
Of spam. <br />
<br />
Junk mail Floods the <br />
Cortex., bringing <br />
Viruses and <br />
Destruction.<br />
</div><br />
<br />
<b>Think!</b><br />
Words Words Words <br />
Running out of words<br />
Thoughts thought thoughts<br />
Still got some of them <br />
Write write write <br />
Don’t want to fall behind <br />
Hurry hurry hurry <br />
He’s going to beat me to it! <br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <br />
<b>Limerick</b><br />
<br />
Chocolate, broccoli, spinach and tea<br />
All yummy  things I like in me <br />
But separately.<br />
If you mixed them all up <br />
I would go eh, Yuck! <br />
And  think you had given in <br />
To insanity.<br />
</div><br />
<b>Walk the World Backwards</b><br />
<br />
I am above such lowly things<br />
I am above the earth. <br />
My feet never touch the dirt <br />
And my hair is tulip green. <br />
<br />
I am wondrous and amazing <br />
I am simply brilliant <br />
I am smart beyond all art<br />
And I have wings on my feet. <br />
<br />
Bells bells everywhere bells <br />
Rings on my fingers <br />
And more on  my toes <br />
I walk the world backwards.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Hello?</b><br />
Hello hello are you out there?<br />
Hello hello are you gone?<br />
Hello hello have you left  me ?<br />
Hello hello come back!!<br />
</div><br />
<b>Simply Me</b><br />
<br />
Simply me  I journey the world <br />
Simply me all the time<br />
Sometimes I am a shining star <br />
Sometimes  a patch of the dark.<br />
I can be angry and  sad <br />
Other times fair lively and glad<br />
But any time all the time me.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Lonley</b><br />
Lonely, lonely every where lonely <br />
Everyone is all alone.<br />
Sometimes we know it sometimes we don’t <br />
But we are all alone. <br />
Doesn’t mean  we can’t be friends <br />
Doesn’t me I don’t care<br />
It just means basically kid<br />
You make life choices on your own. <br />
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:D <br />
<br />
So yes am having a good fun week! I hope everyone else is having brilliant weeks too! <br />
:D :nod:</blockquote>

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			<title>Not going to Japan</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>The post was offered to a local Japanese librarian because it saves money ... :(  
 
Ah well, on to the next life plan and the interview later this...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">The post was offered to a local Japanese librarian because it saves money ... :( <br />
<br />
Ah well, on to the next life plan and the interview later this morning. <br />
<br />
Its not such a bad thing I guess at least I can stop building up my hopes now. <br />
<br />
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*sigh*</blockquote>

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			<title>A productive day</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 16:25:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I have had  a productive day, well kind of see I got some writing done not exactly what I wanted but once I started I couldn’t switch it off. Its...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I have had  a productive day, well kind of see I got some writing done not exactly what I wanted but once I started I couldn’t switch it off. Its been well lets say over a year maybe more since I actually properly sat down tow rite anything( and everything) that popped into my head. Anyway if I can say Thank you thank you to Aimus for the much needed kick up the arse and the inspiration. Mind I almost don’t want to mention your name because it will inevitably lead to comparisons that are never in my favour but hey, a muse can occasionally dabble without pretending to be the Artist. So Thank you again! <br />
And onwards with the rubbish  (and an unfortunate amount of cheese which I completely blame Aims for!!) <br />
<br />
Really breathing<br />
Really seeing <br />
Really trying<br />
Trying what?<br />
<br />
Oh dear I forgot<br />
Carry on carry on <br />
It will come to you<br />
<br />
Breathing <br />
Seeing <br />
Trying<br />
Striving<br />
Living-<br />
Ambition? <br />
<br />
Ideas float out in space<br />
 Pass the information highway<br />
And Know.<br />
Know what ?<br />
I don’t Know –<br />
I haven’t got there yet.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-left:40px">In a mutual appreciation club<br />
 The truth is often lost<br />
Too busy flattering to see <br />
A way forward. We stagnate,<br />
Frozen in time. Stuck. <br />
Sometimes what we need<br />
Is friendly kick up the arse.<br />
Criticism is good, <br />
(In moderation).<br />
Balance is needed.</div></div><br />
<b>Lie to me </b><br />
<br />
Did you think I <br />
Wanted truth? <br />
Really ? You want to <br />
See me cry?<br />
Quick Quick <br />
Tell me a lie<br />
<br />
Tell me I’m pretty <br />
Tell me I’m smart<br />
Special, My work is Art<br />
Tell me you love me <br />
Anything but the truth.<br />
<br />
That I am boring, <br />
Common <br />
Dull, fat and<br />
Flat. <br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The poetry invasion<br />
Has begun my friend<br />
Soon your words will<br />
Come in flows<br />
 of Iambic pentameter <br />
A little haiku <br />
Who knows?<br />
Rhyming couplets <br />
Two by two <br />
Shall walk you <br />
Through a   winding hall<br />
A padded room awaits you there<br />
But you’ll be beyond  care<br />
The words will curl and wrap you<br />
Flatter you and fatten you <br />
And eat your soul away. </div><br />
<br />
Cheese cheese cheese<br />
Cheddar cheese<br />
Cheshire cheese<br />
Sweet cheese<br />
Manky cheese<br />
Blue cheese <br />
And red<br />
“Say Cheese!”<br />
The Big Cheese.<br />
<br />
Mushy words<br />
Lovely dovey <br />
Cheesy again<br />
If the moon is made of cheese<br />
Is moonlight made of <br />
Spready cheese?<br />
<br />
SPready cheese -<br />
Cupid’s in heaven<br />
Getting fat <br />
He’s addicted to <br />
The Cheese.<br />
<br />
Everyone is loving <br />
The cheese but <br />
Me. Lactose intolerance-<br />
Cheese makes me sick.</blockquote>

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			<title>Calming down,  the Life plans, thoughts and a Review of the Year</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8743-Calming-down-the-Life-plans-thoughts-and-a-Review-of-the-Year</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 06:57:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I have said it before  my year starts in September, does that make me awkward and a bit backwards perhaps but it makes sense to me.   
 
So Ive begun...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I have said it before  my year starts in September, does that make me awkward and a bit backwards perhaps but it makes sense to me.  <br />
<br />
So Ive begun to calm down  with the whole TOKYO thing. My mum has been delicately hinting about how I most probably won’t get the job, so don’t get my hopes up. The fact of the matter is its just scary enough that if I don’t get it i don’t think I will be heart broken. <br />
<br />
Frankly I have too many ‘irons in the fire’ o get hung up about just the one.  It would be amazing to go but as a surprisingly sensible person said to me I need to sop over thinking and get on and do other things, so I am trying. <br />
<br />
<b>The life plans:</b><br />
<br />
Nothing amazing really Im running on 3( well and side plan) at the moment. <br />
Plan A Go to Tokyo<br />
Plan B London <br />
Plan C still no job. <br />
<br />
The main thing I am doing regardless is I am going to loose weight 4 stone to be exact between this year and next. My  main problem is I am a stress and comfort eater, in a big way. And its amazing how easily it is to fall back into bad habits, somehow with the bad times I had this year ( not to mention he abundance of free pizza) I managed to gain 23 Kgs ( that is over 3 stone) . SO as soon as Ramadan is over I am going to start shifting weight and getting fit, in time for the 2010 Edinburgh Moonwalk, and start training for the 2011 London marathon. Not that I would run the marathon, I’m thinking more along the lines of speed walking ( I like it better anyway).<br />
If I don’t get a job I am going to volunteer at a couple of the local schools to build up my CV with school library experience that way by the time next years international schools are hiring I will have the experience I need to get out there and get a job. And I am going to either learn BSL or German for the same reason. Oh and pass that driving test.<br />
<br />
Its strange I thought I had more to say but I don’t not really. It was a good year all things considered and hopefully 2010 will be even better. <br />
<br />
:D :D :D</blockquote>

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			<title>WOOHOOO and I didn’t even need sugar! Some days are just brilliant on their own</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:15:23 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>SO I wanted to share my amzing day ( yesterday) Friday 14th of August 2009 is defiantly a day for the record books, of good days. Now excuse me a sec...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">SO I wanted to share my amzing day ( yesterday) Friday 14th of August 2009 is defiantly a day for the record books, of good days. Now excuse me a sec while I ensure I don’t jinx myself Thank You ThankYOU Thank YOU. Anyway back on topic, It was the last day of the kids activities ecvents that I have been doing for the last 3 weeks and I had every intention of going out with a bang. Also I was in the local newspaper fro the last session and the paper is a weekly that comes out on a Thursday so it started off good. The session went BRILLIANTLY 8 kids, we made madgical glittery ‘invisable’ hats made a deal with a genie, snuck through Giant Spider’s Cave and went on a treasure hunt thrugh The Hidden Castle Cave and basically saved the da and restored order to te universe. I come home, fairly tierd but still in a good place.<br />
<br />
Fast forwad 4 hours I am thinking about oing to bed when my sister shouts i have a phone call I am thinking maybe its someone about a job interview, it turns out its work and they have had a email in from HR saying that there is a librarian job going in the Educational library service, if anyone wants to apply. Less than 2 minutes later I get an email from Axcis recruitment saying- well actually before I get to that, there are a few things I may need to explain.<br />
<br />
 Axcis is a recruitment agency that specialised in educational and school support staff for international schools ( and local ones but the important bit is the international) back in early May or June I saw a job in an international school in Egypt and I applied ( you might rembere I got people to proof read my email to Victor?) the response was no most schools require significant experience in a school setting. So I kind of forgot about them and started plotting a how I will get school library experience plan . Now back yesterday , I get an email entitled Librarian Post Tokyo Japan and I don’t see the email address because its a gmail account and the guy who emailed me wasn’t the victor of last time and I am thinking huh? Wow spam has got clever but it cant hurt to look maybe someone I know has forwaded it to me. And I open it and well lets say I started screaming and jumping up and down . Anyway this is what it read italics is me as per the usual .Oh and I realised who it was from as soon as I saw the formatting.<br />
<br />
 Dear __ <br />
hope you're well. Been a while since we've chatted :)—<i> A smilie face I think in an official email I think I love this person already!!</i>  so my colleagues and I aren't sure if you're still available but just in case-<b> lots more irrelevant stuff here like the details</b> we have a librarian post in an international  school in Tokyo Japan, if you are available and/or willing to concider it please let me know.  <i> YES YES YES YES YES , and OMG they came to me! ME!!! With that crappy cv from before I passed this is AMAZING!!! </i><br />
<br />
A thing I have to point out is my family has a history with Japan, my dad go a scholarship to go and ended up spending 7 years their ( this was his scholarship and 7 years in Sweden) and he is always gong on about how much he loved it their and had the best time in his life etc etc  <br />
<br />
Thus began alot of jumping about and cheering unfortunately for some people my mum is away and her phone wa out of service so I decided to bug them brilliant news instead. <font size="1">I’d say sorry but I am really not!</font>  Anyway upshot of it is my new and improved updated CV has been sent to the school in Tokyo and we are awaiting their opinions. <br />
And then less than an hour later I get ANOTHER from someone esle going guess what we have MORE jobs. <br />
<br />
I swear somedays it seems when you smile at the universe i smiles at you nad starts handing you pressies! <br />
<br />
<br />
 SO WOOOHOOOO :banana:, now does anyone know anything about living in Japan? And more imprortantly does anyone have any idea how long this might take before I get a reply back?</blockquote>

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			<title>To Whine and not dine- or maybe not.</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 06:18:37 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>You know what? I was going to write this whole long post whining about how being on the dole stinkas and is so freaking time consuming but complaing...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">You know what? I was going to write this whole long post whining about how being on the dole stinkas and is so freaking time consuming but complaing get a bit tedious and its the start of a new week today! So instead:<br />
I applied for 1 job on wedensday, 4 on thursday and I still have a couple more to do by monday. <br />
I had an interview yesterday for a caretakers post at the librtary I already work at, only causel but at peak time thats an extra 10 hours a week! <i>and </i> Ive already had all the traing and IVE DONE IT BEFORE! <br />
But before my interview I had my first crafts session. Originally it was going to be just me and 15 6-11 year olds, fortunatly for me someone messed up and I ened up with 4 under 6s whihc meant I had to have a helper ( health and saftey regs and all that) It was rather good if I do say so myself, but I had barley got the room cleared ( after an hour of making up stories and making maps and such) and set up for the interviews and I got called in for my interview. <br />
The bosslady goes I haved to tell you tyour interview technique has improved SO much since last time I interviewd you. Frankly, I should hope so since last time she interviewed me I had a panic 'episode' and started to list the ways I sholud NOT be hired for the job. <br />
Sadly I didnt get it. Anyway so our new librarian rings up and I think it might have been his first time on an interview panel, but you could tell he felt really ackward about saying yes Im sorry we havent given you the job, see you bright and early for work tomorrow. so me like the great idiot I am say :<i> OH thats not really a bad thing really, now if I get a job somewher else in the country I won't have to feel guilty leaving you in the lurch.</i> <br />
And because I was trying to make hime not feel akward I did get mad about it until and hour or so later, and thats always the way. whenever someone rings up to say look you havent got the job nightie comes out full force and I start saying stupid things like it doesnt really matter, or thats ok I wan't really sure I wanted the job. <br />
:brickwall: :brickwall: :brickwall: <br />
<br />
Well except the time I spent over £100 on the interview didnt get any reinburcment for costs and was told I obviously didnt like reading or books... That time I was just too mad to speak!<br />
<br />
One good thing though I now ghave a new complete life plan for the next year. :D</blockquote>

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			<title>The Great Secret International Hijabi Club</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:03:17 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>There are days when I love wearing a hijab a lot more than others, and I think one of the greatest reasons is what I like to call the great secret...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">There are days when I love wearing a hijab a lot more than others, and I think one of the greatest reasons is what I like to call the great secret international hijabi club. <br />
<br />
The best illustration is an example from when I was in Prague. <br />
<br />
One day my friend who had come on the Erasmus exchange with me ( who shall from now on be known as Jadz on account of her trekkie tendencies ) and I were out walking through town. As it is a finable offence to Jay walk in Prague we were waiting at he traffic lights like good little tourists ( who are too skint to pay the fine). SO there we were and across the road was a  Indonesian or Malaysian Muslim girl. As soon as we had passed her Jadz turns to me and says &quot; who was that? Is she one of your friends&quot; <br />
I am naturally puzzled? &quot;who?what?where?&quot; <br />
&quot;that girl we just passed?&quot; &quot;oh no never saw here before why?&quot; &quot;Then what was all that &quot; <br />
&quot; Oh no that was just the hijabi handshake.&quot; <br />
<br />
See what had happened was kind of automatic, to me now, Id nevre have done it if I still lived in Egypt or any other country were the majority is hijabi but its a kind of recognition of a kindred spirit thing. <br />
<br />
What happens is this when ever we meet or bump into each other in the street, we don’t stop what we are doing ( I was talking and bouncing up and down about something or other at the time) there’s this <i>moment </i> type thing. <br />
Eyes meet. Small smile or a nod, maybe a slight acknowledging tug on the scarf. And then you pass on. Its just a liitle way of saying &quot;You know what you are not alone, chin up and good for you for wearing one&quot; . Its nice makes you feel part of a community, well normally anyway occasionally these people feel they can judge you by virtue of being somewhat similar and then come the disapproving frowns if you are not quite their idea of right. But usually its nice and unobtrusive. <br />
<br />
But there is more to it than that, the way the hijab is wrapped, the kind it is the style even the colour sometimes sends a signal as to who you are where you are from. On one memorable occasion I was in a small town library curled up with some scifi/fantasy books ( that library had a much better collection of scifi/fantasy than my local) when suddenly this woman jumped out at me from between the stacks with <br />
&quot;ARAB!! Please tell me you are an Arab&quot; &quot; Um... not really but sort of maybe&quot; then she started off nineteen to the dozen in Arabic, while I am bilingual it was a dialect I hadn’t heard in a few years and I have to really concentrate on sticking to one language that I’ve put the Arabic use away for the most part... so I was kind of shocked, and managed a half hearted conversation.  <br />
So sometimes I have to deal with the pain of ignorant bigoted people. Sometimes people give me suspicious looks and I just know they are thinking “Terrorist!” or people who think I am a poor unfortunate putdown woman, when in reality I love my hijab and I love my secret hijabi moments! <br />
:D</blockquote>

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			<title>A dramatic moment</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 19:52:15 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Now those of you who know me well or have known me for a while might rmember that I aoocasioanlly given to having mad impulses to do dramatic or...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Now those of you who know me well or have known me for a while might rmember that I aoocasioanlly given to having mad impulses to do dramatic or childish things like skipping down the road in amnchester to uni, and twirlling like a 5 year old in autum leaves. The occasional impulse ( controlled and suppressed to date) to drop a full plate of food whenI am in a posh buffet resteraunt just to hear it smash. <br />
Singing <i>Im singing in the rain</i> or <i> raindrops keep falling on my head </i> whenever it rains. <br />
Or sometimes I just love to slide in socks across the kitchen when Im cooking or doing the dishes. The last is ok though seeing as its indoor and almost always when I am alone. <br />
<br />
But on wednsday after the graduation ceremoiney I gave into one of my mad impulses. <br />
<br />
Now the best way to satrt is proably a picture.<br />
This is me and this is what I was wearing, though it isnt clear the skirt is actually a remade second hand prom dress I got from the £3 shop. ( i did the remaking with help ) anyway so it has a a bit of pouff to it. And I was in 2 inch heeled sandales<br />
<br />
<img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m235/Night-D/graduation002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br />
<img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m235/Night-D/graduation025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br />
So the end of teh ceremonsy I tell my family to go to the train station I wanted to natter wityh my friends and I would catch up or take the next train. <br />
The train lefte a 8:30<br />
7:56 the rest of my friends have cleared off with their families or are about to or have gone on pub crawl. I have my gowns for another week but no plastic bag and I couldnt fget out of the gowns alones, so first I satretd walking but realised it would take more time than I had to get to the train station and I realised suddnly this was a golden oppertunity for a bit of dramtic fun.<br />
So instead of calmy walking IU ran to the taxi stop and dived into a taxi got to the staion buy this time its gone ten past 8 I had to still find myfamily make sure we all got to the right platform ( its a bit of an odd station and 2 of the platforms are about 10 minutes walk away) so I had a big fat camera in one hand a evening pursehandbag thing tucked under my arm one hand holdimng the hat and I <i>RAN</i> really really ran. DO you know its supprisingly easy to ruin in heels., anyway with all my skirst flying not to mention the gown, you should have seen the looks on peoples faces as I skidded past them and they dodged out of my way I got to run all the way along the station and skidd then take off down the other side. It was such <i>fun</i>!!!<br />
I am sure people thought I was insane but what good is big flappy skirts if you dont flapp them occasionally? Its kind of like weraing material and skirts that rustle if you dont particually  like the sound of the rustling pointless and a waste of the energy it takes to wear them. <br />
:D<br />
<br />
Anyway I enede up dashing into whsmiths to buy a pboittle of wared so I could get a bag and eventually tarcked my famly down on the balacony on the second floor of the station so I got help struclign out of the gowns and was back to a proper clam collected if somewhat boring outerself.<br />
<br />
I recomend a bit of a dramatic moment in everybodies life. <br />
<font size="1">As long as you don't drag people into emotinal dramas because those are <b><u>NOT </u></b>fun!!</font></blockquote>

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