<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:09:15.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.:: Love Lies Hidden In Every Rose ::.</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111352706482232440</id><published>2005-04-16T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:04:24.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a blog.</title><summary type='text'>This blog should be going into recievership shortly.  Lol.  Seriously, I've had a bit of grief from someone over some shit that was typed in a 'mirror' which due to this incident I've discovered.  I'm not happy.  It's probably lost me one of the best friends I've ever had.The blog may be laid to rest but probably resurrected again in the future.  Who knows?  At any rate, my LJ will give me more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111352706482232440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111352706482232440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111352706482232440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111352706482232440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/death-of-blog.html' title='Death of a blog.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111339491200148299</id><published>2005-04-13T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:21:52.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Results...</title><summary type='text'>I've been put through for a 2nd interview.  Alan's given me the okay to work for the company, I now have to face Jill.  If she gives the okay then I have me a job with British Trust Hotels.  If I don't get it, I can tide myself over at the Chinese Restraunt where I have also been given a job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111339491200148299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111339491200148299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111339491200148299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111339491200148299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/interview-results.html' title='Interview Results...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111330396645733353</id><published>2005-04-12T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:06:06.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews in Public Houses!</title><summary type='text'>Was down the pub last night with Tracy.  We were bored, so we decided to go for a quiet drink and a few games of pool.  As usual, I lost.Anyway, in walks John and Alan.  EEP!  So I asked John if he got my CV.  He said yeah, then said "You'll have an interview tomorrow."  Tomorrow is now today.  Just waiting for Alan to call me as he'll be conducting the interview... and he and I were comparing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111330396645733353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111330396645733353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111330396645733353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111330396645733353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/interviews-in-public-houses.html' title='Interviews in Public Houses!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111324969609178923</id><published>2005-04-11T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:01:36.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whore!" He said under his breath in her direction so only she could hear him.</title><summary type='text'>I was in Woolies today with Kenny looking at DIY supplies as Kenny's got a job to do kitting out a friends house with wiring and stuff.  Who walks in with her 10 year old daughter... Super-Bitch.  That's what the title of this post is about.  Kenny made me walk past her - inches away from her.  He wanted to make her feel as small as possible.  But he had to make me walk right past her, didn't he?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111324969609178923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111324969609178923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111324969609178923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111324969609178923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/whore-he-said-under-his-breath-in-her.html' title='&quot;Whore!&quot; He said under his breath in her direction so only she could hear him.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111298697673677170</id><published>2005-04-08T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:02:56.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and Flats</title><summary type='text'>I've applied for a job in town.  More bar work, but I love bar work so much.  It just gives me such a confidence that I never thought I could have.  If I get the job, I'll be moving in with Emma and Lisa.  Only it might get a bit crowded when the baby's here.  Lisa's baby is due in almost 3 months.  Actually 3 months -1 day. lolShe's going to call him Ben.  Hopefully he'll be one of those bairns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111298697673677170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111298697673677170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111298697673677170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111298697673677170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/jobs-and-flats.html' title='Jobs and Flats'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111287694271749224</id><published>2005-04-07T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:29:02.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare...</title><summary type='text'>Dare to be youDare to be differentDare to be happyDare to be loudYes, I'm working on a new song.  Didn't meet up with the band in the Comm last night.  It's all to do with the Kenny situation.  If Gemma was there, I just don't want to feel invisible any more.So Lady and I met up and had a natter.  We discussed all sorts of stuff... mainly men.  See, they're a different species altogether!  I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111287694271749224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111287694271749224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111287694271749224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111287694271749224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/dare.html' title='Dare...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111281817156350036</id><published>2005-04-06T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:09:31.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my best friend.</title><summary type='text'>My best friend... where the feck do I start?Kenny. Fantastic guy, but I'm v wary of him at the moment.A whiley ago, I got him and a lovely girl, Gemma, together. They love each other so much.I don't have that with C. and I doubt I ever will 'cause he's been hurt way too much by that Super-Bitch, Karen.Whenever I see Kenny, he's with Gemma. I just feel like a spare part 'cause they ignore me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111281817156350036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111281817156350036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111281817156350036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111281817156350036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/losing-my-best-friend.html' title='Losing my best friend.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111257894935885150</id><published>2005-04-04T02:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T02:42:29.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Looks and Theft!</title><summary type='text'>My cellular telephone has now ben reported as stolen and the IMEI number given to the police.The concert last night was FAB!  Went to dinner with Lady before it.  That was fun.  Though the cheese burger I ordered had no relish, was in a floured bun instead of a seeded bun (I need sesamie seeds!!! Rawr!) and there was no side-salad.  But what do ya expect when you go to a hotel for a bar meal?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111257894935885150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111257894935885150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111257894935885150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111257894935885150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/worried-looks-and-theft.html' title='Worried Looks and Theft!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111245085370980374</id><published>2005-04-02T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:07:33.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW</title><summary type='text'>Mum took me out last night to cheer me up 'cause I've been having some problems with T-mobile.  So we went to the Comm, had a drink, went to Top Joes, had a drink there and a chat with Alec who was on his retirement piss-up.  Then we went to the Holborn for a drink and we played a game of pool... I WON!  Yay!  lol.  Then off to the Newmarket - then Kenny came in... he dragged us to Skinns where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111245085370980374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111245085370980374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111245085370980374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111245085370980374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow.html' title='WoW'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111238474736776681</id><published>2005-04-01T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:45:47.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What has become a true rarity...</title><summary type='text'>I hardly ever do these quizzes these days.  Infact, this is the first I've bothered with this year... I guess it's because I'm utterly bored and have nothing to do tonight (which is rare for me as it's Friday night!!!)Can't wait until tomorrow night though... dinner with Lady and Kenny then off to the Concert with Lady - then she goes to pick up Kenny and his girlfriend... and they be back in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111238474736776681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111238474736776681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111238474736776681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111238474736776681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-has-become-true-rarity.html' title='What has become a true rarity...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111227313929795077</id><published>2005-03-31T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:45:39.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Of A Fool...</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful thing happened last night.  A wonderfully beautiful thing.I had no intentions of going to the pub last night.  But the guy I'm seeing called and wanted me to go see him, and before I left him he asked if I'd seen his ex in town, though he called her 'super bitch'.  I told him about the Co-Op incident from Monday.I hate and I mean REALLY hate it when he talks about her.  So I got Kenny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111227313929795077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111227313929795077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111227313929795077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111227313929795077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/birth-of-fool.html' title='Birth Of A Fool...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111210132894951534</id><published>2005-03-29T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:02:09.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's bitchfest</title><summary type='text'>Hahahaha.Yesterday was soooooo funny.Can't type well... this is going to take forever.  Wearing nail tips.  I can type with them, just these are thicker and heavier than my usual brand of W tips.  These are from a completely different store.Anyway, I was walking down town with my close friend Kenny and his girlfriend Gemma.  Walking through the padestrian precinct.  Who walks out of Semi-Chem but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111210132894951534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111210132894951534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111210132894951534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111210132894951534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterdays-bitchfest.html' title='yesterday&apos;s bitchfest'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111162876963189226</id><published>2005-03-24T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:46:09.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Operation Payback</title><summary type='text'>A couple of people in this town are spreading shit around about me.  I don't really care what they think, but since I'm an evil kiniving little bitch, I've decided to get them back.  It's a simple revenge plan, but still... I'm going to have a little fun.There's something on at a venue in town that I've been excited about for a long time, but it's getting better by the day.  I have my ticket, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111162876963189226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111162876963189226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111162876963189226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111162876963189226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/operation-payback.html' title='Operation Payback'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111135459984847105</id><published>2005-03-20T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:36:39.850Z</updated><title type='text'>So tired. So much to do... so little energy left!</title><summary type='text'>Hardly been home the last couple of days.  Keeping myself busy, what with trying to get fit an' all.Friday, I got a phone call from Rafa.  Her mum was sick and needed me to go to the chemist for her.  So I left the house, with the dog.  Went to the dr's surgery, picked up the prescription and headed to the train station to get my ticket for yesterday.  On my way to the station I bumped into Kenny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111135459984847105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111135459984847105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111135459984847105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111135459984847105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-tired-so-much-to-do-so-little.html' title='So tired. So much to do... so little energy left!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111108818700538728</id><published>2005-03-17T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:36:27.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Evil kiniving little bitch...</title><summary type='text'>That is I.I have (with the help of the Combat one) come up with a plan to really piss off 4 people, with very little effort.All that I require is a hot guy... and a certain woman who hates me to be at the concert.  And hey, if the last concert is anything to go by, I'm sure it'll be easy since at the last one the guys from Crimson Tide (lead singer Ewen, v hot) came and sat with me when their set</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111108818700538728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111108818700538728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111108818700538728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111108818700538728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/evil-kiniving-little-bitch.html' title='Evil kiniving little bitch...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111064799650697580</id><published>2005-03-12T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:25:32.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness gracious me!</title><summary type='text'>I just got off the phone. Norelle called me. EEP! "Are you still seeing that guy you used to work with?" she asked. "I think so." was my reply. And well, as far as I'm concerned, yes. Problem is, I'm not really sure that he's ready for a relationship. At any rate, it turns out that Norelle was asking 'cause she knows some guy who's interested in me. EEP! EEP! and EEP! again.Mind you, I was at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111064799650697580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111064799650697580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111064799650697580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111064799650697580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-my-goodness-gracious-me.html' title='Oh my goodness gracious me!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111038585696435141</id><published>2005-03-09T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:30:56.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><summary type='text'>My doctor seemed quite surprised when I told her of the pain in my body from runing over a mile and a half on Monday.  I also told her that I am starting to eat better.  Heck, I'm eating like a pig!  Scoff scoff scoff.  I don't have that much left of an orange cake I baked yesterday!Thinking about changing the tuney again.  Need some dance music on this bloggymathingy to reflect me and who I am.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111038585696435141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111038585696435141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111038585696435141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111038585696435141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-111029518325533108</id><published>2005-03-08T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:19:43.256Z</updated><title type='text'>My body is SCREAMING...</title><summary type='text'>"Are you trying to KILL ME???"Yesterday I ran 1.57 miles. Oh the pain. My calves have seized up and I can barely walk. I'll be fine in a day or two. I am desperately trying to get fit and stay fit. It helps that I've managed to find a jogging partner. Kenny's a good laugh, but he's waaaaaaaaay fitter than me.My mammy's getting better. She called me yesterday while I was jogging down by the river.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/111029518325533108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=111029518325533108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111029518325533108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/111029518325533108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-body-is-screaming.html' title='My body is SCREAMING...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110996300560264821</id><published>2005-03-04T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:03:25.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Men!  ARGH!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I now officially hate men.  I'm allowed to - I'm a woman!  lol.Aw, but they are fun!  Seriously though - I always meet the really screwed up ones.  I fell in love with a screwed up man, I've just finished seeing another.  Dykism seems like a good option right now.  Just kidding.And ya cannae even be friends with them either - otherwise the rumours start flying around.On Monday, I bumped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110996300560264821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110996300560264821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110996300560264821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110996300560264821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/men-argh.html' title='Men!  ARGH!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110979068746073065</id><published>2005-03-02T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:11:27.463Z</updated><title type='text'>I miss innocence.</title><summary type='text'>Remember the days when we ran around in nothing but our panties with the sun shining on our backs and no one thought twice about it?The days when we didn't bother with locking doors and paying bills, our parents did that!The days when we thought that the world would keep on turning just as long as we were there to keep it company.Ooh, am getting too poetic now.  Will end up writing a song before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110979068746073065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110979068746073065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110979068746073065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110979068746073065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-innocence.html' title='I miss innocence.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110970405540054205</id><published>2005-03-01T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:07:35.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Attention Displacement</title><summary type='text'>I'm doing it again.  I'm self diagnosing through my studies.  But it's true.  Totally true, no, really!  No kidding.  I'm being completely honest with you all and myself.'Displacement refers to the substitution for the real target of the dreamer's feelings a person or object that becomes the target for those feelings.  The substitute is symbolically (unconciously) linked to the true target (which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110970405540054205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110970405540054205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110970405540054205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110970405540054205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/03/attention-displacement.html' title='Attention Displacement'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110936934738223083</id><published>2005-02-25T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:09:07.383Z</updated><title type='text'>"I don't expect my love affairs to last for long..." (frm Evita)</title><summary type='text'>Ok, here's the situation... My mother's in hospital.  She took very ill and as soon as a room becomes available, she'll be transferred to the city.Me?  I am ever jealous of Rafa.  She had three, yes THREE guys arguing over her last night.  Ack.  I wish things like that happened to me.  All the same!Aimee, Roz, Caroline and Louisa are back in Shetland.  I miss them already.So with all that's going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110936934738223083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110936934738223083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110936934738223083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110936934738223083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-expect-my-love-affairs-to-last.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t expect my love affairs to last for long...&quot; (frm Evita)'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110899850714138766</id><published>2005-02-21T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:08:27.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Old Flame</title><summary type='text'>Yes, My old flame, Iain T. He's back on the scene. We've been talking to eachother quite a lot over the past week and a half. Too bad that exactly a week ago, he went down to the city to college - if he passes, then he'll be in the Navy.There's just something about him that makes my knees go weak every time I see him.  That's the way it's always been.  Last time I saw him, I realised why things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110899850714138766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110899850714138766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110899850714138766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110899850714138766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-flame.html' title='Old Flame'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110884268537748017</id><published>2005-02-19T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:51:25.376Z</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><summary type='text'>Every time I see Colin, be it at Skinns or in the Comm, he's always got this weird grin on his face.  In all honesty, if I were to choose between him and Karen, I'd pick Karen any day - she's a nicer person by far... him... he's one of the men in this world who only have one thing on their minds.  Blah!And then there's Kieth, one of Colin's friends... one word... asswipe!I know fine well I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110884268537748017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110884268537748017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110884268537748017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110884268537748017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110865918156227700</id><published>2005-02-17T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:53:01.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Heads up asses!</title><summary type='text'>I hate the way I can't have an opinion.  Hence the title of this post 'heads up asses' taken from the infamous insult, 'I'd love to see things from your point of view, I just can't get my head that far up my ass'.At any rate.  I have an opinion, and folk just go off their head at me.  Whether they're high on poppers and hash or not!At any rate.  I had an okay time last night.  Went to hear the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110865918156227700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110865918156227700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110865918156227700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110865918156227700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/heads-up-asses.html' title='Heads up asses!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110838239958983740</id><published>2005-02-14T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:04:08.013Z</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentine's Day... ARGH!!!</title><summary type='text'>Here's a pic I turned into a card for today...Yeah, I'm such a cheap-o! Seriously, I think I'm just going to send it to Butress as he's a good friend and I'd feel bad if he didn't get anything from anyone.E is now in the city at college for some Navy thingamy. Miss him. There goes another non-2-faced person. Why are all the nice people leaving town. The only people I'll be left with to talk to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110838239958983740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110838239958983740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110838239958983740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110838239958983740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/st-valentines-day-argh.html' title='St. Valentine&apos;s Day... ARGH!!!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110791612227284581</id><published>2005-02-09T02:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:28:42.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Sod it...</title><summary type='text'>I don't care any more.I'm happy to live this shitty life, actually really content.  I have a roof over my head, food in the refrigerator (albeit food I don't like)... and I might be getting out of this shit hole called Thurso sooner than I thought.  Much sooner than I thought.  It depends if Sue will come up with some useful info for me.Might even call Peter tomorrow, he might even pay my (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110791612227284581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110791612227284581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110791612227284581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110791612227284581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/sod-it.html' title='Sod it...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110787457855070531</id><published>2005-02-08T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:56:18.550Z</updated><title type='text'>... and relax</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm sat here, all relaxed after a hectic day of laundry etc. yeserday.  I still have plenty of laundry to do.  I have a whole heap of ironing to get through.  But hey, at least I now have several (thousand lol) outfits to wear now.I'm currently trying to get to Reuben Kee's website to TRY and download one of his songs that I absolutely LOVE!  ... Found it.  Amour Dans Morte.Am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110787457855070531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110787457855070531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110787457855070531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110787457855070531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-relax.html' title='... and relax'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110771274197028016</id><published>2005-02-06T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:52:15.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>peace, quiet and... turmoil</title><summary type='text'>Himself has made it perfectly clear that he doesn't want to talk to me, so he doesn't have to talk to me.  I don't mind!  Actually, I do, but it gives me some time to sort my own thoughts and feelings out.AT LAST... My brother, sister and mother have left!  And they're now living across the river.  Away from here.  I don't have to put up with Cal calling me a wanker or a pisshead any more.John </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110771274197028016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110771274197028016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110771274197028016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110771274197028016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/peace-quiet-and-turmoil.html' title='peace, quiet and... turmoil'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110761592794517171</id><published>2005-02-05T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:05:27.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Flat update!!!</title><summary type='text'>Got up this afternoon (gimme a break, I didn't get home 'til about 6am!) and to my delight there's a whole load of stuff in the hallway that's waiting to be taken to the flat.Looks like I finally get some peace and quiet.I'm sick of my brother calling me a bitch, a wanker or another stupidly degrading name.  My mother says that it's my fault that he's into swearing.  Truth is, the strongest</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110761592794517171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110761592794517171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110761592794517171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110761592794517171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/flat-update.html' title='Flat update!!!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110731094006699339</id><published>2005-02-02T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:22:20.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Why can't we live in the same country?Why couldn't we have known eachother since childhood?Maybe then my life could be a bit better than the mess it is now.This, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the nicest people I know...Life's been a bit easier for me since she's just been an e-mail or a phone call away.  I don't get in touch with her as often as I should... but I love her dearly.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110731094006699339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110731094006699339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110731094006699339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110731094006699339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110702809661207461</id><published>2005-01-29T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:48:16.613Z</updated><title type='text'>It's all about...</title><summary type='text'>... The recording studio!!!I will be recording with Butress in a couple of months!!!  Duets... I'm so crap at them... and backing... which I can be slightly better at.*smile**grin**laugh*Everything's turning out ok.  And yeah, Butress is an old school friend of mine.  I can't wait, I've heard plenty of his work before but never thought that we'd record together.WOO HOO!Abuse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110702809661207461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110702809661207461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110702809661207461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110702809661207461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-all-about.html' title='It&apos;s all about...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110683700629103980</id><published>2005-01-27T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:43:26.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Possessions and Messages!</title><summary type='text'>I'm seriously considering changing my mobile number.I got a voicemail message reciently that's unnerved me."You're a piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe..." Well, you shouldn't have stepped on me!  Fool.  Seriously, then the message went on to accuse me of lying and stalking someone... only that someone is a friend of mine.  Am I not allowed to telephone my friends from time to time... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110683700629103980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110683700629103980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110683700629103980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110683700629103980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/possessions-and-messages.html' title='Possessions and Messages!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110673722543545331</id><published>2005-01-26T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:00:25.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Flat Update</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to all those who wished me a happy birthday, I had a fine day.  Rebecca got really jealous that she didn't have all the attention and I got nice gifts.  She is the jealous sort.  Sometimes the way she's been acting lately I think she's ADHD... probably not, but it would explain a lot!Have Jet Li's Hero on in the background.  It's a fantastically beautiful film!So the flat across town.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110673722543545331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110673722543545331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110673722543545331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110673722543545331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/flat-update.html' title='Flat Update'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110659788805130034</id><published>2005-01-24T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:18:08.050Z</updated><title type='text'>My week in short... ok then, if you include the babbling, in long!</title><summary type='text'>Today, MondayLazing around.  Sleeping late, watching t' box and thinking it was cool to catch up wi Raffa properly last night.  Also called S.  He can sew!  He can cook!  He makes me laugh!  O.M.G!!!  Will have to text Pauline at some point, did tell her I'd let her know how my meeting up with S last night went, only, it didn't happen due to his phone not working.  They had a power cut on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110659788805130034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110659788805130034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110659788805130034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110659788805130034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-week-in-short-ok-then-if-you.html' title='My week in short... ok then, if you include the babbling, in long!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110615428377660883</id><published>2005-01-19T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:04:43.776Z</updated><title type='text'>... and sit down in front of that damn computer and type, girl!</title><summary type='text'>Been a whiley since this black hole was updated.  So here it is.I quit my job in the Club because the DJ kept feeling me up.  EWWW!  The oldest 40-something year old DJ!  Anyway, he actually put his hand down my pants.  Horrified I was.  As horrified as I was, I didn't want to make a fuss.  He's actually the best DJ they have, which really says something for the others, doesn't it?  lol.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110615428377660883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110615428377660883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110615428377660883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110615428377660883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-sit-down-in-front-of-that-damn.html' title='... and sit down in front of that damn computer and type, girl!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110547258979026090</id><published>2005-01-11T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:43:09.790Z</updated><title type='text'>redness</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's a complete myth that all Scottish people have red hair... some of us are naturally blonde and dye it red!  Like me!Here's a picture!And another...And to show that it's not all red, here's a pic where you can see the brown which is under the red. lol...I love the feel of a nEw hAIr cUt!  There's just something about it that's as refreshing as finding a freshwater spring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110547258979026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110547258979026090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110547258979026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110547258979026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/redness.html' title='redness'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110542103691088940</id><published>2005-01-11T04:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T05:23:56.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy...</title><summary type='text'>I got about 5 hours sleep.  Was rather restless.I'm not nervous, but I do have this haircut I'm getting at 9am at the back of my mind.  I've not been to a hairdressers in 11 months.  How terrible does that sound?I'm getting my hair cut and coloured.  As is is, it's half-way, if not a little further, down my back... and the colour is supposed to be 'dark copper mahogany'.  I guess it is, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110542103691088940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110542103691088940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110542103691088940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110542103691088940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110499555715674522</id><published>2005-01-06T06:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:12:37.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><summary type='text'>Well, Sunday is Mr Borthwick's last day as the minister in the church I'm a member of.Here's the only picture I can find of Kenny Borthwick...Now, it's not really because of him that I have that picture on my computer... it's because that woman in the picture, yes, that other reverend... that is my nana.  EEP!lolSeriously though, I'm sure most of Thurso will really really miss him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110499555715674522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110499555715674522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110499555715674522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110499555715674522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-110490864519055910</id><published>2005-01-05T08:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T06:50:58.380Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. Back to my blogger blog!  And now with a new look!What a time I've been having.Currently boyfriendless... yet again :(But I'm having a good time. I get to spend more time with my friends when I'm single.Actually, I'm not sure that's such a good ideur... see, I can't keep up with JB. She's mad! She walked past my boss in the club just before new year and said, "You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/110490864519055910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=110490864519055910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110490864519055910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/110490864519055910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109997306798600547</id><published>2004-11-09T03:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T07:42:05.073Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good grief, look what last month's storm did to Wick--- image removed ---Thank goodness I live near the sea, not right next to it, but, we didn't really see much in the way of storm drama in Thurso.Situation update:People still treating me like something they stepped in.  Scott confusing me.  Now going out with Ed.  People starting to think Speedy and I are going out.Setting the record </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109997306798600547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109997306798600547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109997306798600547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109997306798600547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-grief-look-what-last-months-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109959750672756158</id><published>2004-11-04T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:45:06.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does everyone insist on treating me like shit?I'm still in the stage where I care about it.  Tears... hate... anger.  Once I'm over that, I won't give a damn what they do or say.My sister gave me cheek and chucked a knife at me today.  When I protested, I got yelled at.I say what I think half the time.  I let people know what I see in situations... I don't get oen fucking thank you out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109959750672756158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109959750672756158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109959750672756158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109959750672756158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-does-everyone-insist-on-treating.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109946617878652616</id><published>2004-11-03T07:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T07:16:18.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush has a 2.3% lead on Kerry.It's so close.  Just like last year.This has to be a fix.  How could it happen again?Are we to be having another 36 day Bush vs Gore grill?AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!  Politics!  I should become an anarchist and just not care, but I see it as my duty even though I'm not American to care.  This election affects us Brits, too!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109946617878652616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109946617878652616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109946617878652616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109946617878652616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-has-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109946459784091802</id><published>2004-11-03T06:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T06:49:57.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Smug Fool!I hope Ohio doesn't call Bush.They said on the radio just a few moments ago that if he wins Ohio, he'll win this presidential election.  WRONG!  He'll be one senate ballot thingamie-jig vote away from winning it... What do these radio reporter guys not care about their standard of work this time in the morning?  Insomniacs such as myself do!Even if Ohio calls Bush, the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109946459784091802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109946459784091802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109946459784091802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109946459784091802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/11/smug-fool-i-hope-ohio-doesnt-call-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109905809802441822</id><published>2004-10-29T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:01:19.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, December 3rd - Thurso - Capital Comedy - Skinandi's - 8pm - £74 comedians take to the stage of this great venue. Wil you be there to see the outcome? Doors open 7pm.More than likely, yes.  I'm sure Speedy would enjoy it... relaxing in Skinns after a hard day of study.  Infact, I would enjoy it.DAMNIT!  I just reminded myself that I should be studying right now.  Poo!"Your blogger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109905809802441822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109905809802441822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109905809802441822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109905809802441822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/friday-december-3rd-thurso-capital.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109899289377685797</id><published>2004-10-28T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:48:13.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just spent £26 on a Sega Megadrive II...After searching for a regular Megadrive for years, I had a brainwave... EBAY!  lol.  Kinda got into a bidding war with someone, but I won, and now I'm out of pocket.  Looks like Speedy will be buying the drinks on Saturday night.  Poor Kat.  She's not 18 yet, so she can't join us, oh well... at least I get a guy friend all to myself without his clingy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109899289377685797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109899289377685797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109899289377685797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109899289377685797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-just-spent-26-on-sega-megadrive-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109893250659271760</id><published>2004-10-28T03:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T04:04:31.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like this kid... a baby in a poor country.SO hungry that my whole being shudders with fear of starvation.SO tired that my mind feels like it's withering away into nothing.Wrapped up SO tightly that, while it's warm, I feel like I'm suffocating.That's what's so crap about my life...I'm always hungry, but can never eat for fear of gaining weight, or because my stomach can't take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109893250659271760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109893250659271760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109893250659271760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109893250659271760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-like-this-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109879438919420495</id><published>2004-10-26T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:39:49.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not heard from Adri for a few days.  I hope Chris hasn't strangled her!Not yet recovered from Saturday night.The first two bands, plastic food and fear of faith were utter crap.  I did not like it one bit.I also didn't like a certain person there!  Scott's one-night-stand was there.  Only I went out with Scott way after this had happened... but she still shows her jealousy.  She spent the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109879438919420495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109879438919420495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109879438919420495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109879438919420495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-heard-from-adri-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109828726041015541</id><published>2004-10-20T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:47:40.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why the hell should I be fixing everybody else's world when my own has been falling appart?I'm left to pick up everybody else's pieces when I have my own to gather!At least I leave town tomorrow, even if it is just for one night!Get away from everyone and their situations.  And no, my phone won't be on all day like it is every day incase I'm needed...Take yesterday for example.  I was on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109828726041015541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109828726041015541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109828726041015541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109828726041015541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-hell-should-i-be-fixing-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109822502844502947</id><published>2004-10-19T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:30:28.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired of being ill.I'm supposed to be resting... but all I want to do is go out... get some fresh air... live a life... instead of lying in bed wishing I had a life!I was so worried I wouldn't find anyone to go to the rock concert with on Saturday night, but Speedy came to my rescue.  Him, his g/f and her friends are going to the concert, so he's bringing a friend along anyawy... me.I DID go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109822502844502947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109822502844502947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109822502844502947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109822502844502947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/tired-of-being-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109777558587338074</id><published>2004-10-14T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:39:45.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I over-did things today.Went out this morning.  Went to take Mrs. H. (a 90-something year-old lady who's very very 'with-it' still) shopping with my grandmother.  Then went to the park hotel for some soup and sandwiches.  It was lovely.  But by the time we got home, I just felt so exhausted that I slept for a couple of hours.It surprised me how little could make me feel so drained and tired.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109777558587338074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109777558587338074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109777558587338074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109777558587338074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-over-did-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109733091613901631</id><published>2004-10-09T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T15:08:36.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home againI spent the last 3 nights in hospital.  Yuck!I've had some lovely flowers and lovely cards from really lovely people.  Thank you all.  But, most of my friends don't know I was in hospital.  Ni'a doesn't know... or won't until her dad reads this and tells her.  Kay doesn't know.  And unless Cynthia reads this, I doubt she'll know.I think the likes of Val n Jimmy know... didn't get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109733091613901631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109733091613901631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109733091613901631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109733091613901631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-home-again-i-spent-last-3-nights-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109620319249014293</id><published>2004-09-26T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:53:12.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life really sucks now.All ma friends were out having fun last nightAnd I'm stuck in ma bed... feeling like an elephant just pooped on me.  I would much rather be up and about and doing stuff so that I didn't have so much time to think about how much I miss Scott!I'm going back to bed.  I'm supposed to stay there until I feel as right as rain... well, that's what the nurse said when I went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109620319249014293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109620319249014293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109620319249014293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109620319249014293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-life-really-sucks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109602189633343592</id><published>2004-09-24T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:31:36.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm in for a bit of a learning experience.Since the start of our relationship, Scott and I haven't been this far apart, and he's just gone south to Aberdeen for his birthday.While he gets to celebrate without me, I've got to babysit my siblings.  WAAAAH!  I could argue that Callum, my almost ten-year-old brother, will be acting like he's 'it' as it'll be his birthday too.  His tenth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109602189633343592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109602189633343592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109602189633343592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109602189633343592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-im-in-for-bit-of-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109585131493802526</id><published>2004-09-22T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T13:07:16.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I decided that this was childish, but then I saw it on Scary Duck!  Temptation got the better of me... loltickle torture pictures    What the...???  Whatever... some freaks!  Sheesh!the uninvited band     Never heard o' 'em!   goodmans g-shot    Now that's quality!evanescence origin mp3    Origin's not their best song!www.scottishone.blogspot.com    I'm still sure someone's stalking me... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109585131493802526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109585131493802526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109585131493802526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109585131493802526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-decided-that-this-was-childish-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109569418586771400</id><published>2004-09-20T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:29:45.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a short story I wrote.  Not much of it is from my own experience, most of it was from a friend's experience.A Day In The Life Of An AnorexicThe buzz of the alarm clock went straight through Madison’s head.  She wished clocks weren’t so cruel as to wake people up from their lands of slumber.  Madison fought the temptation to roll over and go back to sleep.Stepping onto the carpet with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109569418586771400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109569418586771400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109569418586771400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109569418586771400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/heres-short-story-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109528924616723503</id><published>2004-09-15T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:00:46.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IDIOT... that's what I've been the past few days, a complete idiot.Thank you for all your support Norain!  'Tis appreciated!Anyway, I was at Scott's house this evening.  Had our serious talk, then Scott phoned his Aunt.Scott sends his Aunt and Uncle letters with weird titles to the address.  This time it was a sex shop or something like that!  Typical!  At any rate... they've got a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109528924616723503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109528924616723503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109528924616723503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109528924616723503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109509686406712037</id><published>2004-09-13T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T18:34:24.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scott called me up, so we came up with the start of a b-e-a-utiful story! (Ooops, I forgot... I'm not allowed to watch 'Bruce Almighty' any more... sheesh!  Typical, I wanna watch it!!!)It's called, "Ivor the Donkey" :)It has to include knickers to keep Geoff happy.  It's currently on a message board waiting for people to add to it!And in other news...Scott took me out for dinner on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109509686406712037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109509686406712037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109509686406712037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109509686406712037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/scott-called-me-up-so-we-came-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109473782772525077</id><published>2004-09-09T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:29:42.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the latest picture of me.  *sigh*Scott has decided he likes taking my picture.  His family want him to send one down to Aberdeen.  EEK!  lolYucky!  I hate being white.  It's sooooooooo boring!  At least there's variation of shades in black people's skin!  Anyway, I guess I should stick with a white blog for a bit since I am white an' all... and I'm tired of the constant drabb, dreary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109473782772525077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109473782772525077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109473782772525077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109473782772525077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/heres-latest-picture-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109415761286543122</id><published>2004-09-02T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:40:12.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's jealous that I've put a picture of a car that's like Jamal's car on my blog - he wants one that's just like his...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109415761286543122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109415761286543122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109415761286543122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109415761286543122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/hes-jealous-that-ive-put-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109415694494809621</id><published>2004-09-02T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:29:04.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello m'dearies.I'm posting this from Scott's Dreamcast.  It's not as good as a REAL P.C. and a broadband connection, but it'll do for his wee maisonette flat.Well, what's there to say.  jamal's car has two big holes in the oil tank.  he was driving up a wee hill in town, and he kinda put his foot down, the car scraped along the road and sparks flew.  So he's not too happy about that and now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109415694494809621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109415694494809621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109415694494809621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109415694494809621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-mdearies.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109404307267570959</id><published>2004-09-01T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:51:12.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As you command!</title><summary type='text'>I've not been up to much.Jamal got his new car yesterday. A H reg Honda Prelude...She needs a lot of work done to her, but she looks good (the picture isn't of the actual car, just of one like it)Must dash... nana wants the computer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109404307267570959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109404307267570959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109404307267570959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109404307267570959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-you-command.html' title='As you command!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109327616022977546</id><published>2004-08-23T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:49:47.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever...</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night was Scott's housewarming party.It was quite small, but here are some pictures of some of the folk who were there before we went on to the night club.Here's Michael... Wearing his Scottish Flag T-shirt :)And here's Jamal, the 'relaxed' Muslim.This is Somer, the assistant manager at Lidl lol... She was already a little drunk before getting to Scott's place.And now for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109327616022977546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109327616022977546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109327616022977546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109327616022977546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109300302400469201</id><published>2004-08-20T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T12:57:04.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>here they are...</title><summary type='text'>Here's a picture of the flowers from Scott that Val delivered to my door.Aren't they lovely?They're still holding up quite well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109300302400469201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109300302400469201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109300302400469201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109300302400469201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-they-are.html' title='here they are...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109293134208492282</id><published>2004-08-19T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T10:24:19.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love</title><summary type='text'>This is such a beaufitul feeling.Here's some text messages from last night...Scott: I would never do anything to hurt youMe: You mean that no matter what you won't dump me?Scott: I wouldn'tMe: You've just made me 1 very happy woman!Scott: I'm glad you're happy cos you've got a beautiful smile and you smile when you're happyI don't deserve such a wonderful boyfriend!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109293134208492282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109293134208492282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109293134208492282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109293134208492282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/falling-in-love.html' title='falling in love'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109284353229553494</id><published>2004-08-18T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:38:52.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-= confused =-</title><summary type='text'>Am uber tired.  Was up half the night smsing Scott.I don't know what he sees in me.Why dus he think I'm so special?I'm such a shit girlfriend!Excuse the language, I'm just saying what I'm thinking!I'm meeting Scott tonight when he's done work.  Going back to his place, he's making me chicken curry... then we're going to watch a DVD.  I'm looking forward to dinner.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109284353229553494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109284353229553494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109284353229553494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109284353229553494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/confused_18.html' title='-= confused =-'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109277152577010524</id><published>2004-08-17T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:50:27.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss</title><summary type='text'>I had to go into town this avo.  So I did.I bought myself new black eyeliner, 'cause I need some!  I haven't worn eyeliner in about 2 months now... and I STILL feel naked without it!I bought a few things for Scott for his housewarming.But I went to the supermarket, and spoke to him.  As we were saying our byes, he saw me out the main door, and I wanted nothing more than to be kissed by him,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109277152577010524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109277152577010524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109277152577010524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109277152577010524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/kiss.html' title='kiss'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109273877613467205</id><published>2004-08-17T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:33:20.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Dha-shi-zhi!A female bodhisattva of Chinese Buddhism, whosename means the Strongest. Through the power ofher love she managed to break the circle ofrebirth for everyone. In the heavenly paradisethe souls appear before her in the shape offlowers. Which Chinese Mythological  Being  Are You?  brought to you by Quizilla whateverSenga's back!!!! :)She's cool.  I took a pic of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109273877613467205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109273877613467205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109273877613467205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109273877613467205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-are-dha-shi-zhi-female-bodhisattva.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109269290543196743</id><published>2004-08-16T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:48:25.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Flowers</title><summary type='text'>So beautiful!Okay, Scott bought me 3 bunches of flowers today.  He's a supermarket manager, so I kinda guessed where they're from.  One of the girls that works in the supermarket said she'd take them to mine because Scott was too nervous to do it himself.So yah, apparently this girl, Val, said I seem nice.I don't know what gave her that impression!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I answered the door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109269290543196743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109269290543196743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109269290543196743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109269290543196743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/fresh-flowers.html' title='Fresh Flowers'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109259492705667690</id><published>2004-08-15T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T19:35:27.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farah Fawcett... blah blah blah</title><summary type='text'>My hair went curly this morning.  Now it looks like I stole Farah Fawcett's hair straight from her head!  I should have kept my hair tied back after church, but nope... I thought it'd be good as it would stop flies buzzing straight past my ears.  Instead, it makes me look stoopid.  Ah well.Can't have it all!"Notice me,Take my hand,Walk with me." &lt;-- if only he would!Anyways... Oops, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109259492705667690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109259492705667690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109259492705667690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109259492705667690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/farah-fawcett-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Farah Fawcett... blah blah blah'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109251695719240759</id><published>2004-08-14T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T21:55:57.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><summary type='text'>I've officially moved back in with my grandparents.  I handed my key in this evening :sNow, I just want to go down to the pub and relax with a pint of san miguel... but Andy won't come with me because he was acting like a 5 yr old and I told him so.  So I basically don't want him to come to the pub with me.  But no one else will :(  Ah well... *opens a bottle of wine* a night in will do.  Now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109251695719240759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109251695719240759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109251695719240759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109251695719240759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109241814242990912</id><published>2004-08-13T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:29:02.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death...</title><summary type='text'>Snowy Died last night :(She was burried in Bower this afternoon.  First Chris dies on me, now my Schnookums!  I always thought Asti would go first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109241814242990912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109241814242990912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109241814242990912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109241814242990912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/death.html' title='Death...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109235003593283670</id><published>2004-08-12T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:33:55.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><summary type='text'>I feel rather confused at the moment.I don't know myself as well as I thought I did.NOW it could be said I am 'playing games'.I try to be happy around people, but I find it so difficult.  I'm scared that if I'm myself, or even if I cry or screw up somehow that people will think that I'm being stupid.I can't be happy ALL the time!  I cannot!  I have to cry.  Half the world knows that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109235003593283670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109235003593283670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109235003593283670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109235003593283670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109232457899750727</id><published>2004-08-12T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:29:38.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone, go check out THIS skin of mine, rate it 5 *s or I'll hunt u down ;) lolI just did it, 'cause I have this think about black roses... I have described it as light and simple... would y'all agree?  lol... hope so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109232457899750727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109232457899750727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109232457899750727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109232457899750727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/everyone-go-check-out-this-skin-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109230979634162881</id><published>2004-08-12T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:23:16.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest thing I heard this past week...</title><summary type='text'>My nana was watching price-drop.tv yesterday 'n' they were showing a chunky gold bracelette.  Nanna turned and said to Roger (my grandfather), "would you like that?  Shall I buy it?"Roger piped up and replied, "nah, I'm totally un-bling!"just the word bling comin' from my 70 year old grandfather's mouth was enough to make me laugh for a good half hour.Man, you shoulda been there!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109230979634162881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109230979634162881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109230979634162881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109230979634162881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/funniest-thing-i-heard-this-past-week.html' title='The funniest thing I heard this past week...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109227143402805700</id><published>2004-08-12T01:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T02:13:09.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tiredcan't sleepit's 20 to two, Thursday morning. The sun'll be coming up in a few hours... *yawn*Excuse Me While I Find a Contaner For My JoyWhat Sarcastic Comment Are Youbrought to you by QuizillaYou are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty, laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy with your life of purity and play. Life's a game </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109227143402805700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109227143402805700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109227143402805700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109227143402805700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-tired-cant-sleep-its-20-to-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109224125276756879</id><published>2004-08-11T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:20:52.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials going on in the UK!</title><summary type='text'>BT trials mobile SMS to voice landlineThis looks like fun.  I better tell Iain and Maureen that I'll be texting them soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109224125276756879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109224125276756879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109224125276756879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109224125276756879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/trials-going-on-in-uk.html' title='Trials going on in the UK!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109222783641604436</id><published>2004-08-11T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:37:16.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>food</title><summary type='text'>Scott took me to dinner in a hotel in my favourite place - Melvich.  The food was good, the guy was nice... I was sooooooo nervous.Anyway.  Katell has been e-mailing me from France.  She goes out there every holiday 'cause her father's French.  She got sunburn (haha)... well, at least she got a tan!  I just go from white to red.  Man, I hate the sun for that!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109222783641604436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109222783641604436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109222783641604436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109222783641604436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/food.html' title='food'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109215294231968891</id><published>2004-08-10T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T16:49:02.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>date</title><summary type='text'>I got a date tonight.  being picked up in an hour and a quarter.  wooooo...Going to the Melvich hotel for dinner.  Should be fun.  I know the people who own the Melvich hotel.  I know loadsa ppl out there, so yah... should be interesting.Scott is picking me up at 6pm outside lidl... so yah... I couldn't find anywhere else where we both knew that he could pick me up at.  And since he's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109215294231968891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109215294231968891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109215294231968891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109215294231968891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/date.html' title='date'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-109205942554161897</id><published>2004-08-09T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:50:25.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>changed circumstances</title><summary type='text'>I'M BACK!!!I now have access to a computer practically every day.  Yes, that's right... that means there's no escaping me now!  I get to blog again.  And again, I'm pretty sure that my blog will be getting me into a heck of a lot of trouble like it used to.And once again, I can continue to share with you such things as my thoughts, my poetry and my songs.I will not be like this any more,I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/109205942554161897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=109205942554161897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109205942554161897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/109205942554161897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/08/changed-circumstances.html' title='changed circumstances'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108998203689696177</id><published>2004-07-16T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T13:47:16.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni shenti hao ma?</title><summary type='text'>Me wuvs chinese!  lol.  Unfotrunately I have to get out of bed for my chinese lessons... ick.  Ah well.  It's not that bad.  At least I get to enjoy myself at the lessons.  Xiu Ping is super cool, as is Shouhan, her daughter.   Watchout WITCH, I may yet start to call everyone that bad name u taught me... yet to have a day so bad though. Then again, last night was weird.  I was in a rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108998203689696177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108998203689696177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108998203689696177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108998203689696177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/07/ni-shenti-hao-ma.html' title='Ni shenti hao ma?'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108879015116393638</id><published>2004-07-02T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T18:42:31.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><summary type='text'>I've been so busy lately - with nothing in particular.I have tonight to myself.  Hoorah - for once... yay.Was at Debbie's birthday do last night at the All Star Factory.  The cake was yummy!Tomorrow night is Pat's birthday do.  He's the newly appointed chairman of the Melvich Gaelic Choir.  I'm sure he'll be a good chairman.Tomorrow's also Michelle &amp; Andrew's wedding.  They're my nextdoor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108879015116393638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108879015116393638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108879015116393638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108879015116393638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/07/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108774738759217273</id><published>2004-06-20T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T17:04:01.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amour</title><summary type='text'>Why does love have to be so complicated?I'm better off forgetting him now, I should just concentrate on sorting out my Sociology course so I can go on and do that degree in Psychology.  I should concentrate on bulding my friendships with Emma, Carolina, Christina, Dianne, Didier, Suso... and keeping my old friendships.I'm better off with helping my housemate's friend's wife with her spoken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108774738759217273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108774738759217273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108774738759217273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108774738759217273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/06/amour.html' title='amour'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108662119139501673</id><published>2004-06-07T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:13:11.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>local mod</title><summary type='text'>So, okay, I didn't sing in the mod... the actual competition.  But... I did sing at the concert.Icky drama thingy went on.I got up on the stage with the rest of the choir.  I felt fine.  I sang the song that we got the gold for.  So that was good :)It all went well... until we were about to go off stage.I felt quite faint.  I suppose the nerves caught up with me at that stage.  A mixture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108662119139501673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108662119139501673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108662119139501673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108662119139501673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/06/local-mod.html' title='local mod'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108627440385519812</id><published>2004-06-03T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:53:23.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this month's weird searches so far...</title><summary type='text'>manic episodes and noni juicecurrency counterfietsWHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!!!???!!!???Last month's weird searches were:chineese immigrants and photosshelly michelle (do I have a stalker?)dawn shelly (yes, I have a stalker!)eat my nailsmichelle thurso maureen church (heck, I definately have a stalker!)hyper ventalating dogsscottishone (does anyone dare disagree with me here?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108627440385519812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108627440385519812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108627440385519812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108627440385519812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-months-weird-searches-so-far.html' title='this month&apos;s weird searches so far...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108627365437892649</id><published>2004-06-03T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:40:54.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural High</title><summary type='text'>It's all go.Since moving on Sunday, everything's been non-stop.And tomorrow, I'm going west to a place called Cape Wrath lol.Monday night... went Salsa dancing in Bettyhill.Tuesday - 2 of Emma's friends came to stay.  Mark and Kate are a lovely couple.  I seem to be getting on really well with them.  And in the evening, I went to Choir practice.Wednesday night (last night duh)... I went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108627365437892649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108627365437892649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108627365437892649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108627365437892649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/06/natural-high.html' title='Natural High'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108592854008913622</id><published>2004-05-30T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:49:00.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><summary type='text'>I'm scared.I'm moving out... almost finished packing.  I'm terrified.Last post for a wee whiley unless it goes completely wrong at the new house.a quick re-cap of last night for y'all... this'll show you what a crappy person I am anyhow.I went out, didn't have a chance to have any dinner.  Went to the central... had some Virgin's Blood... never again will I drink ANY ALCOHOL on an empty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108592854008913622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108592854008913622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108592854008913622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108592854008913622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108576312690951787</id><published>2004-05-28T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T17:52:06.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spine or BMI - it had to be one of the two :(</title><summary type='text'>I may not manage the whole police force thingamie now :(My physiotherapist (I'll be nice about him, he didn't hurt me today! YAY) said that my spine problem wouldn't stop me from getting into the police force.My doctor (I would like to be unkind about a GP, but she's a lovely person, I'll be nice) thinks I wouldn't get in.  Okay, technically speaking my Body Mass Index (BMI) is way low.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108576312690951787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108576312690951787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108576312690951787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108576312690951787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/spine-or-bmi-it-had-to-be-one-of-two.html' title='Spine or BMI - it had to be one of the two :('/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108563030678821372</id><published>2004-05-27T04:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T05:20:10.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake to the dawn.</title><summary type='text'>Was at Salsa last night - didn't do much in the way of dancing though.  Chris was lovely.  I was in pain - still am.  But yah, Chris had a couple of pain killers on her... so took those before going to bed last night.  So I got about 4 hours sleep.The dawn is so beautiful.  'Tis misty outside.  The sky is clear and the sun is low.  mind you... red sky in the morning is the shepheard's warning..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108563030678821372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108563030678821372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108563030678821372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108563030678821372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/wake-to-dawn.html' title='Wake to the dawn.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108498912496853373</id><published>2004-05-19T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T18:52:04.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asterix</title><summary type='text'>My fave pic - I took it myself :pThats my baby!How will I manage to leave him behind when I move?  :(  I don't wanna think about that.But I will think about trying to get my voice back for tomorrow night - going out to Melvich tomorrow night... I wanna sing NOW!... I also wanna dance NOW!  *sigh*  If only computers could salsa... ick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108498912496853373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108498912496853373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108498912496853373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108498912496853373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/asterix_19.html' title='Asterix'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108496962287489225</id><published>2004-05-19T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T13:27:02.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Red What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by QuizillaHeck, whatsa matter wit me?I can hardly talk now.  All that singing last night did my throat in lol.I like the song Bràigh Uige.Rann 1Tha na féidh am Bràigh Uige, 'M Bràigh Uige, 'm Bràigh Uige;Tha na féidh am Bràigh Uige'S e mo dhiùbhail mar thachair.Rann 2Tha mo sealgair gun éirigh,Gun éirigh, gun éirigh;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108496962287489225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108496962287489225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108496962287489225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108496962287489225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/your-heart-is-red-what-color-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-10848955816870301</id><published>2004-05-18T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:53:01.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettyhill, Reay &amp; the Melvich Gaelic Chior...</title><summary type='text'>Was out at Bettyhill last night.  I was the salsa dancing instructor's assistant... or rather, I just did the demonstrations with Emma.  lol.Today, I made a lovely spaghetti dish for lunch - which was completely devoured by the three of us (Emma, Paul and I).  Then Paul went back to Uni, I went home, and I left Emma trying to wake up a little more with a cup of coffee. Went home, got changed, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/10848955816870301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=10848955816870301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/10848955816870301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/10848955816870301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/bettyhill-reay-melvich-gaelic-chior.html' title='Bettyhill, Reay &amp; the Melvich Gaelic Chior...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108463062465458755</id><published>2004-05-15T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:17:04.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.::. Tired .::.</title><summary type='text'>Am so tired.Got in at 1:30 am - was in bed at 1:45 am...Woke up at around 5 am... been awake ever since.  *yawn*Went to the Christian Aid coffee morning.  Got teased somewhat terrible by the catholic priest.  Nothing new there then.Spoke to Mrs McLean and her husband.  Mrs McLean was the head of year in my 6th year.  Very nice woman.  So they joined me... as I was taking up a whole table </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108463062465458755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108463062465458755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108463062465458755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108463062465458755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/tired.html' title='.::. Tired .::.'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108453461158532343</id><published>2004-05-14T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T12:36:51.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up!</title><summary type='text'>WAY HAY!Yesterday - well, yesterday evening to be precise... I found out that my friend, Kym, is having a baby.  WOO HOO!  I'm totally over the moon for her!Then later that evening, I went to the Mill (the theatre) to see "The Little Shop Of Horrors"... It was HILARIOUS!  :)Then I came home went to bed, slept in and missed a physio appointment - not that I care.  Then I went to the doctors </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108453461158532343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108453461158532343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108453461158532343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108453461158532343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108436009707726891</id><published>2004-05-12T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:08:17.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><summary type='text'>Monday afternoon - the funeral was absolutely beautiful.  I didn't cry until I saw daddy cry - I had never seen him cry before.Yesterday was Mama's birthday.  I spent part of the afternoon with her.  Had a coffee and croissant with mama's mum and brother.  They are such lovely people!  I'm blessed to have them in my life...Then last night, or rather this morning, I was rudely awoken by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108436009707726891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108436009707726891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108436009707726891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108436009707726891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108418106307402667</id><published>2004-05-10T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:24:23.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday = Bad... Today = ?</title><summary type='text'>Well, since I have no idea what is going to come my way today, I'm totally unsure of what's about to happen.I did go to church last night.  I went to the Christian Aid Annual Joint Service and the United Reformed Church.  Morgan Phillips (one of my minister neighbours) spoke about respect for other people and other religions which was a blessing indeed... especially since one of my good friends</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108418106307402667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108418106307402667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108418106307402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108418106307402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/yesterday-bad-today.html' title='Yesterday = Bad... Today = ?'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108411195066867001</id><published>2004-05-09T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T15:15:46.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Die</title><summary type='text'>Yup - bad time just now.  Feel like curling up in a corner somewhere and dying.I actually started to believe that I am someone.  That I'm worth something.  That God has a plan and a purpose for my life.  Then on Friday, I got accused of doing something that I hadn't done.  The woman who accused me has made me feel like dirt, and she doesn't understand why I am so upset by it because she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108411195066867001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108411195066867001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108411195066867001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108411195066867001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/die.html' title='Die'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108394121314189096</id><published>2004-05-07T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:25:02.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><summary type='text'>And it's only a quarter to 4 in the afternoon!Slept inWas sickWhich made me late for physio.I went into the hospital, with just a slight pain in the right side of my back.  Came out in agony in my back and neck.Pain feels good right now though.  Didn't when I walked out of the hospital.Grrr.  I don't like going to see the physiotherapist!  I'm sure I've already made that clear, but well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108394121314189096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108394121314189096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108394121314189096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108394121314189096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108367950708327940</id><published>2004-05-04T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:07:50.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it through half an hour of torture...</title><summary type='text'>I hate going to the physio.  I don't like the feeling the machine I have to sit infront of gives me - I can't stand having an electric currant going along my spine!So yah, I didn't want to die on Monday - I might as well have wished I were dead there and then when I was in the physiotherapy clinic at the hospital.  Ick.Anywhoo... the new refrigerator has arrived... I have to go into town... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108367950708327940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108367950708327940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108367950708327940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108367950708327940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-made-it-through-half-hour-of-torture.html' title='I made it through half an hour of torture...'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491418.post-108341284670805123</id><published>2004-05-01T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T13:18:36.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>www.attract-o-meter.com</title><summary type='text'>Your Attract-o-meterreading:80%  Meeow!You are hotter than Satan's sauna - and stylish, popular and bright as well. It could also be that all of this hasn't gone to your head and that you're modest with it (though this is unlikely…).As if!Anyway, here's the goss... if you can call it that.Virgin Vie party last night.  I swore to myself that I WOULD NOT PUT ANY MONEY IN MR BRANSTON'S </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/feeds/108341284670805123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491418&amp;postID=108341284670805123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108341284670805123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491418/posts/default/108341284670805123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishone.blogspot.com/2004/05/wwwattract-o-metercom.html' title='www.attract-o-meter.com'/><author><name>Khatijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17834122410952758856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.gatrell.org/michelle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
