<?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-15660931</id><updated>2011-11-24T14:10:32.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicey Pineapple</title><subtitle type='html'>Freedom of expression is a wonderful gift, waste not. Put your thoughts and opinions out into the world, make the contribution.
'Cogito ergo sum'- Rene Decartes, Vivir con miedios es como vivir a medias, Live like you will die tomorrow and Love like you will live forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4134649266312106786</id><published>2008-04-05T09:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:39:35.010+09:00</updated><title type='text'>RKCL and good times past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/R_gRmjx-c2I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4ieOFz1SYc/s1600-h/rkcl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185914325054681954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/R_gRmjx-c2I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4ieOFz1SYc/s320/rkcl.bmp" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very pleasant Sunday morning to you dear reader, as it is one of the nicest Sundays I can recall, it s slightly breezy in my room but the sun and clear skies look promising...a day for an adventure I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The purpose of this most recent post is to inform you that despite my age I don't feel as if I am yet and adult and that i haven't grown as so many people around me have. As an example; i was having brunch with a dear long time friend of mine on Friday and we were discussing a once mutual friend of ours, he and i lost contact somewhere along the road, she mentioned that this lovely individual was now working for a large and well paying business which was allowing him to move to England to live. She said when she saw him he was in a suit and they only spoke of things which we of a more mature manner and to this i could not believe. When two friends of mine, this is going back almost nine years, and i myself first spotted this lanky teenage boy we cheekily christened him Red Knob Chicken Legs simply because his hair was spiked and some awful kind of packet dye red and his legs were extremely thin and pasty. It was a surreal moment to know that the boy who will forever be referred to as Red (for short) had come such a long way in life and had well and truly progressed into a successful adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having heard this storey over brunch it got me thinking about all the good times that i have had and how far have come from them. three years ago I was going out every week, rarely home, i would go and drink with mates hit the same club, see the same people and enjoyed every single moment. there was a comfort in knowing what was install for an evening and that i would almost be assured a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times how they have changed, i now have a full time job, which in itself is a large responsibility, in a few short months i will be twenty-one which will mean i can no longer call myself a teenager though i am most certain to let my hair down and act like one all the same. Things are just so extremely different from when i left high school and although i look forward to what is install for me in the future i feel a little sad leaving such a carefree life behind but am happy to report &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have plenty of good time memories to reflect on and many more to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4134649266312106786?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4134649266312106786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4134649266312106786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4134649266312106786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4134649266312106786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2008/04/rkcl-and-good-times-past.html' title='RKCL and good times past'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/R_gRmjx-c2I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4ieOFz1SYc/s72-c/rkcl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5250639575350480710</id><published>2008-02-16T12:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:55:53.729+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant of sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me why it is I am faced with the same question each monday to friday morning, what to wear to wear what to wear? Why my alarm reminds me I have another painful day of leaving my brain at home to pick up the slack of a man with bad hair and a guy who told one of the most gorgeous looking women who had an unfortunate spray tan accident that she looked like a roast chicken? God I hate hate people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that the world celebrates and adores those with grand titles and no brains and those with are stuck in no brainer jobs doing the real work trying to do the right thing whilst putting up with idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being denied something that you so clearly deserve because it does not come as a convenience of some people who have been blessed with what I like to call princess syndrome. Then this person uses it to their advantage and you struggle to come to terms with it as they cruise on through life not ever knowing what a bad day actualy means. What is worse though is actually feeling SORRY for such an individul and hating yourself for saying such nasty things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Celebrating something that you do not believe in only to out that it was better to hate it then embrace it because you were more disappointed then expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitch whine and moan about lifes problems when you have got support nto a text message away and dont seem to do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reassurance that there is good in life and good people so putting all these irrational thoughts out of your head and listening to some highly recommeneded cool tunes to frorget your trouble and reach your ultimate three plan goal...getting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5250639575350480710?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5250639575350480710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5250639575350480710' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5250639575350480710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5250639575350480710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2008/02/rant-of-sorts.html' title='A rant of sorts'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-2324309704152364190</id><published>2008-01-15T16:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:58:16.101+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My low when a voice is so high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/birding/1/0/k/q/1/wilson-rainycard06_03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="221" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/birding/1/0/k/q/1/wilson-rainycard06_03a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where I hit my ultimate low&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t break away and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I try time and time again and whilst my temporary rants and bitching suffices when I’m not low its now when I feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;When I am alone&lt;br /&gt;When I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is almost on track except you, me and this&lt;br /&gt;Years of being tough have made me weak&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, I hate it&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call a CD moment&lt;br /&gt;All the right words and meanings to drown out all I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-2324309704152364190?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2324309704152364190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=2324309704152364190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/2324309704152364190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/2324309704152364190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-low-when-voice-is-so-high.html' title='My low when a voice is so high'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4380928949167724679</id><published>2008-01-01T11:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:46:00.878+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.robertprice.co.uk/robblog/images/eastbourne_fireworks_2005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.robertprice.co.uk/robblog/images/eastbourne_fireworks_2005_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and gents a very happy new year to you all, I was fortunate enough to spend new years with people I really love and care about there were a couple of absent faces (you know who you are) but it was truly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night of 2007, between drinks, being jumped on top of and wishing passers by a very happy new year in a loud fashion, I got to thinking about new years resolutions and I came up with one that makes me truly happy and that I think that I will most defiantly stick to. My New Year resolution is to avoid wankers and people of a stupid nature and embrace and hold tightly onto the people who I hold dear. This resolution I thought was simple yet affective and something I know I am going to stick to as opposed to so many failed ones before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a very belated Merry Christmas (even if your still waiting for yours) and a happy New Years to one and all and hopefully the new year brings you what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4380928949167724679?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4380928949167724679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4380928949167724679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4380928949167724679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4380928949167724679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2008/01/realistic-resolutions.html' title='Realistic resolutions'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5818726502580706430</id><published>2007-12-04T11:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:45:40.521+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Realising the goodness in family dysfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jinglebelle.com/images/DiniFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jinglebelle.com/images/DiniFamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the things most people find a little scary is your first round and meeting someone’s family wether it be a partner or a friend you get a little nervous and curious as to what someone’s family is like considering that persons views/traditions/beliefs all that kind of jazz that helps to create and shape a persons personality and behaviour. For most people family is very important and so you want to be accpeted and sometimes when your not it can feel like a witch hunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being on the other end and having someone meet your family can be just as painful I think. I know that when people meet my family everyone loves my dad and thinks he is crazy in a humorous way and I just shake my head at him for being a pain in the butt and my little sister, despite how lovely she really is, gives off the first impression of a freak, lets not even get started about my older sister who has the natural face of having a greasy or staring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the time it is a pleasant experience because most families, despite how much hype a person can say in fits of anger or being upset by family members, are generally pretty alright people. Meeting someone’s family also makes your realise that your own isn’t as demented and weird as you initially thought before you met other peoples families, and sometimes through other peoples dysfunctional family you see where they may get their kookiness from and it gives you that warm fuzziness inside cause its silly fun behaviour that clearly in the inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was introduced to a family in an official manner for the first time and let me tell you scared as all hell because I wanted to make the best first impression I possibly could, let me tell you something that was one of the most disastrous experiences of my life! Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did! Second time around meeting this family was really lovely because everything went a lot smoother and I got to see them in neutral states, where they are most comfortable and I must say they are some of the nicest people I have ever met and made me feel so warm and welcomed it felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want to know is what you have found meeting families for the first time and how much or little it has impacted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5818726502580706430?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5818726502580706430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5818726502580706430' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5818726502580706430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5818726502580706430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/realising-goodness-in-family.html' title='Realising the goodness in family dysfunction'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-7306218823644725730</id><published>2007-11-09T11:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:11:13.823+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A blogging friend of mine explained all that he’d experienced, of late, through song, it was awesome. So in attempt to be creative at work (not often that I get to do this) here is what is going through my mind in my head today...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cdmedia-dvd.com/Pile%20of%20CDs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire starter: Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful people: Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Mad world: Gary Jules&lt;br /&gt;Rehab: Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;I will not go quietly: The Whitlams&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop: Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Resolve: Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;Busy having a good time: Grinspoon&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: Queen&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon: Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own: Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;What’s your falva: Craig David&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty: Muscles&lt;br /&gt;No consolation prizes: Pheonix&lt;br /&gt;Technologic: Daft Punk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What does your day sound like as a soundtrack I wonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-7306218823644725730?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7306218823644725730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=7306218823644725730' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7306218823644725730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7306218823644725730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogging-friend-of-mine-explained-all.html' title='Sounds like...'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-3966834503996860260</id><published>2007-10-18T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:39:35.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Black sheep of the 'family'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122527112949734866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="117" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RxbfRNetHdI/AAAAAAAAABg/2DNi15p_N5Y/s200/r133208_445846.bmp" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Former Eagles player lost his life,&lt;br /&gt;Ben Cousins was behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Leave him alone,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll get his own&lt;br /&gt;Eleven year olds will be just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gents this clever little diddy was thought up by yours truly to the tune of Little Bow Peep (which has made me very aware of how I spend the better part of my time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gents I am royally peeved about certain issues surrounding Ben Cousins, the first about how someone such as himself will be seen as being an addict and not just some cocky football player. The second is how people who bust their chops get nothing in return. These issues are interrelated because Mr Cousins is living proof that people who do the wrong thing suffer only slightly whilst people who do the right thing suffer far greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Cousins is not a drug addict, you know how I? If you have ever watched a game of footy you’d know that it’s a competitive sport, not only that but how of those footballers would you say aren’t fit? A true addiction is defined, on Dictionary.com, as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devoted or given up to a practice or habit or to something psychologically or physically habit-forming (usually fol. by to): to be addicted to drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How could a footballer possibly be in a state where they are constantly messed up on drugs, they couldn’t! They couldn’t cause it would interfere with their training and performance, an addict can only go so long without a score of something no matter what it is, I should know I have seen it. All Mr Cousins is addicted to is recreational use of drugs, living the life of a celebrity. They would not have released him from rehab if he weren’t ‘cured’ from his addiction would they, this makes Ben good at two things, being a footballer and a good actor, perhaps they’ll give him a role on Home and Away since football doesn’t want him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Mr Cousins will continue to be treated as the ‘addict’ who just couldn’t help himself and not for the idiot he is, people with actual problem are being jerked around. For those of you who know nurses have gone on strike to get their wages raised and I say why the hell not? They are some of the hardest working people you will ever know, they save lives and break their backs, but what’s splashed on the front page of the paper instead of hard workers? BEN COUSINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, I have a way to fix it, the nurses should appeal to the AFL since they will have to be the ones to looks after Mr Cousins when he OD’s or tries to kill himself from the inevitable ‘depression’ he shall get from not being able to do what he loves anymore. If the AFL can pay to have Mr Cousins rehabilitated then a nurses measly 6% wage increase seems more then just to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-3966834503996860260?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3966834503996860260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=3966834503996860260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3966834503996860260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3966834503996860260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/black-sheep-of-family.html' title='Black sheep of the &apos;family&apos;'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RxbfRNetHdI/AAAAAAAAABg/2DNi15p_N5Y/s72-c/r133208_445846.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-7754636106747122222</id><published>2007-10-12T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:48:02.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes the world seem less fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brown.edu/Administration/News_Bureau/2006-07/06-052b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://www.brown.edu/Administration/News_Bureau/2006-07/06-052b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and gents this blog is going to cover going to cover a few emotions or thoughts but it is all in relation to one issue I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing, I try and avoid it as often as possible but I am heated or passionate about the issue at hand watch out. I will be ruthless and if provoked I will lose my mind and say things that I don’t know nescarily mean, people who don’t know this about me don’t know me well enough. A fight and a debate is essential from time to time and I do mean it when I say essential, I come from a migrated Italian family it is part of my life, its how we sort things out, well that’s how I view it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to yourself or a friend or all of your friends helps with the problem at hand, after all that’s what friends are for right, to patiently listen to all that you have to say and then making light of the situation But if there is one thing I have learned from all my relationships I have been in and around with friends, under no circumstance are you to mouth off to the third person in a relationship, it will only get you into trouble that you shall ultimately regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy is a funny thing for two reason, the first being its just a funny word to say really I like to think of it as a broken down word smushed together hip-roc-arcy the second thing being that we will all fall into itsclutches many a time through out our lives. Hypocrisy comes to my attention of late because I had a rather……unpleasant and unnecessary argument with someone and in this persons argument they made a claim and should be feeling terribly silly because they have now rebutted their own argument in a very public manner –embarrassing much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Violence is not the way, peace is the only way” –is a quote I remember from the Fat Pizza movie and applies to my ranting blog, I remember it because you cannot beat yourself up about things that are not in your control, so peace I shall have. Peace is not really the correct term, but seeing as I have nothing nice to say I wont say anything at all and things shall remain as they are…perhaps the word is transition phase limbo is a better word still, but at least I know where I stand and what value is in this world to the people that matter the most to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-7754636106747122222?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7754636106747122222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=7754636106747122222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7754636106747122222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7754636106747122222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-makes-world-seem-less-fishy.html' title='Music makes the world seem less fishy'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5035815357638625113</id><published>2007-09-29T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:03:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True storey, it happened to a blogging friend of YOURS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This was an argument that took place between an old friend of mine via msn. I'm the purple text, he is the blue. If you ever thought that only didnt have balls you were very wrong! Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorry about that, hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ey, did u get wat i said b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no i didn't, what did it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;its was jst me realizin that ur b'day had gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah that did happen, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;everythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yea dw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont know if you know, but i tried to call you last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes i saw ur missed call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no credit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nah nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh okay then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jst the whole gf thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you cant answer your phoen to say hello and see if im still alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;which is wat i was sry about earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after all this time has passed and i havent spoken to you shes still paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;more than eva. u dont understand how many times we've fought about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thast awful, i feel sorry for you. me? i havent spoken to you in months, and the only reason i called was to try and make ammends of our hanging relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i kno, i hav nothin against it . she jst doesnt like our history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our history when we were what 15? that 5 years ago literally. thats really pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i kno, thats exactly wat i say. i want 2 talk 2 u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i have been sitting here thinking that you havent wanted to get back in contact with me and you havent cause your girlfriend doesnt trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i guess im not invited to the wedding? she was engagaed and cheatedon the guy she was with for you and shes the one thats parranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wedding? if all goes well that aint happenin for at least another 2-3 years. he was doin the dirty long b4 she met me. well the main reason y shes paranoid is cause...apparently when i first started talkin to her n told her about u i said "that u were prolly a girl i could get serious with" . since she heard that, shes found u as a threat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for us to get serious one of us would have ti move, we'd both have to still be into one another. a threat?. your madly in love with HER how am I a threate?&lt;br /&gt;cause when i say ur name, those things i said earlier go through her head&lt;br /&gt;well seeing as you dont talk to me,......EVER how is my name being mentioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cause that day i found ur missed call, i told her u tried ringin. then all hell broke lose. blah blah blah...almost broke up...blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll call you when shes in the room, on loudspeaker for fuck sake. she threatened to break up with you cause someone who has been theer for you at your lowest points, who help0ed you get through tough shit, called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yea, i even said that. seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thats mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she said its either me or her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seriosuly and you not calling me back is even worse. ?!what shes fucking out of her mind, i only called to say hello....thats fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dno i love her 2 dam much 2 jst walk away i cant imagine doin it. theres no way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont send you flirtacious messages, i dont call you at all, she doesnt trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u obviously cant see wat kind of a situation im in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what? your gf being a paranoid bitch? for NO reason take a look at things from my side, i had to give up speaking to someoen who used ot mean the world to me cause his gf is scraed something is going to happene between us from a DIFFERENTstate! if she dumped you cause of me, then she aint worth having around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;...i dno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then get some knowledge, do you beiliev she is the only person you can feel these emotions with? cause your wrong, someone who you are meant to be with respects you for who you are as an indivdual. you know your in a good realtionship when it can feel like your always your own person with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i aim totally myself around her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;without someone who you used to call your best mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thats the only fukd up thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Things ended here before I lost my mind completely and got so angry msn style and typed *insert dramtic music* in CAPITALS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5035815357638625113?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5035815357638625113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5035815357638625113' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5035815357638625113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5035815357638625113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/true-storey-it-happened-to-blogging.html' title='True storey, it happened to a blogging friend of YOURS!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1077555794208043212</id><published>2007-09-17T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:47:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.absinth.com.au/images/Absinth%20Glass%20Spoon%20Staro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" height="295" alt="" src="http://www.absinth.com.au/images/Absinth%20Glass%20Spoon%20Staro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello ladies and gents I just wanted to say that I had one of the best birthdays I have ever had. Not only did I have an awesome birthday but I am finally over being nineteen, what a shit age, now I can get into a better frame of mind, I know that soundds weird but I can so big thumbs way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its also a monumentos occasion for me because I started this blog when I was seventeen and if you have ever read my early sutff you I believe you can see the change, not in a bad way but a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I wanted to thank all my family and friends too, yes I have some, for making my birthday another awesome one. I dont ever get to say thank you as much as I'd like to and being in such a good mood I thought I'd take advantage of the situation. No thanks however to Dave who actively tried to kill me with the drink though, no I'm kidding he is a good egg. Much love for all friends and especially to Wayne who made my birthday very special earlier then the actual day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1077555794208043212?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1077555794208043212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1077555794208043212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1077555794208043212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1077555794208043212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-goodness.html' title='Birthday goodness'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1227762061298732658</id><published>2007-08-17T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:57:46.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Kill Bus. Support.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and gents for the past six months I have been bringing home the bacon by becoming a slave to a multi-billion dollar company which has made me realise two things which will perhaps determine the rest of my life; the first, a nine to five job is so not for me, who wants to be doing the same thing day in and day out without working the old noggin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I have realised is that certain individuals in bus. Support should die in the ass, if you think that's bad you should have heard me on Tuesday night when I discovered my co-workers royally screwed me over because they are power hungry losers who believe that their work title and status will ultimately make them a more important human being then myself or anyone around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being royally pissed off for a few days I calmed down when I noticed how great the nursing staff and doctors caring for my nonna were yesterday. Not only did I realise their amazing work but I also acknowledged how important their roles in life and society were compared to those certain individuals who brought upon Operation Kill Bus. Support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this got me to thinking about what I would ultimately like to do with myself to earn crust, sure I could try being a singer but unlike some of the deludoids on Aussie idol I know I can't sing. The only reason why I took on this role of nine to five in the first place was not to be unemployed and have no money, once I started making the money I decided on a goal for it, look out Europe in ten months I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see as much of the world as I can before I make any irrational decisions about my life without knowing what's out there. I want to give back to people, go to uni and learn something after my worldly travels but for now I am stuck between a rock and figuring out a way of commencing Operation Kill Bus. Support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1227762061298732658?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1227762061298732658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1227762061298732658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1227762061298732658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1227762061298732658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/08/operation-kill-bus-support.html' title='Operation Kill Bus. Support.'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-8766581832821118280</id><published>2007-08-14T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:53:25.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies and all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As my friends ad myself get older I have started to realise that the more we date the less and less you meet someone totally amazing who gives you the butterflies in your stomach when you see them, makes you feel light hearted and silly and someone who calls you all those silly little names that make you feel like your young again and this is your first true crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating has made me forget all about the butterflies and make me realise the feeling of eating the same mediocre dish, you know what to expect, nothing special, and boring but nescary in order to survive, I say nescary cause no one wants to be alone, dating is even compulsory to find someone who will ultimately be a companion if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rediscovering the butterflies was by pure accident for me and the sad thing is I wasn't even the one with the butterflies. All I had to do was turn to someone who is an exceedingly important part of my existence and see their reaction to a message and a phone call and it made me so deliriously happy that I actually started to believe that maybe I've been to harsh a critique on some of the dishes I've reviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how dry and tasteless my next meal seems I am reassured by the same group of optimists that there is indeed a hearty meal to be had if I am patient. There are, supposedly, "…heaps of great single people out there." –whenever I here this I want to be shown one as living proof and not a delirious hope that I may have to settle. I'm getting totally off track here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, that's what I want, I don't want someone to sweep me off my feet and make me live happily ever after, I just want to meet a nice individual who can give me those warm feelings I used to get when I really liked a descent person, you know you think about them and what they are doing. The 'grown up' version of butterflies is love apparently and I have been there done that but honest to god, I'd rather have a positive experience of butterflies with someone awesome and have it leave me then getting my heart broken, yeah it sounds sappy and romantic and what not but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone who has gotten the butterflies lately should tell me all about it, because I'm starting to think that the butterflies, like youth, eventually leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-8766581832821118280?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8766581832821118280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=8766581832821118280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8766581832821118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8766581832821118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/08/butterflies-and-all.html' title='Butterflies and all'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4839642117995514941</id><published>2007-07-25T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:39:35.495+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unfair" trial for Mokbel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RqgTN_PpVVI/AAAAAAAAABY/c-iY5j8MyL4/s1600-h/1206_mokbel_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RqgTN_PpVVI/AAAAAAAAABY/c-iY5j8MyL4/s320/1206_mokbel_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091340509778629970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gents I was shocked and stunned when I heard that Tony Mokbel, fallen drug lord and wanted criminal, is protesting in his return to Australia under the belief that he will not be given a 'fair' trial, I say good! Mokbel, like so many others before him, knew what he was doing and is only speaking of things which are 'fair' because is freedom is on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would any member of a court or justice system seriously take this desperate mans plea into consideration? After the amount of re-offenders that have slipped through justices’ hands would Mokbel be exempt from sleeping in the bed that he has made? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mokbel is returned to Australia I believe that he should have the book thrown at him for all twenty and many unknown, offences. Why should he be spared? The charges against Mokbel are not ones to be taken lightly. They are serious criminal charges that are morally damaging and yet he may possibly be shown, undeserved, mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst on the subject, when will the 'justice' system be fixed? How many times do we have to read that a paedophile was giving only two years imprisonment, drink drivers are allowed back on the road and drug dealers seem to 'disappear' behind the millions of dollars that they earn and the millions of lives they potentially endanger. Have we changed our morals entirely that we see this kind of behaviour and do nothing due to cowardice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4839642117995514941?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4839642117995514941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4839642117995514941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4839642117995514941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4839642117995514941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/ladies-and-gents-i-was-shocked-and.html' title='&quot;Unfair&quot; trial for Mokbel'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RqgTN_PpVVI/AAAAAAAAABY/c-iY5j8MyL4/s72-c/1206_mokbel_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5041685117281586462</id><published>2007-07-09T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:44:35.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship throw away</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had to do something truly embarrassing that wasn’t funny but shameful, the kind of thing that makes you wish you could burry your head in the sand? Well after what turned out to be a pleasant weekend after a little silliness on my behalf I had to do something truly terrible, a terrible phone call was made to be exact. There’s nothing like a phone asking someone if they know anything about illegal substance abuse coming from someone close to you. This was all done under force mind you, it was either comply or suffer what would be months of emotional torture and the constant reminder that I was protecting someone who was doing the wrong thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post phone call I enquired why I had to do such a thing and it was revealed that the person who had previously abused the drug was responsible for accepting money in exchange for something that had been ‘just sitting there’ in a draw which was uncovered and thus phone calls were made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really got to me was that the person responsible for selling the stuff and whose room had been cleaned and accidentally found the drug had a ‘near death’ experience prior to all this because of the very same thing that was found. Now let me say that this is an intelligent person whom has done great things with themselves however not intelligent enough to realise that when a person has an experience as they did to gather whatever was left and to flush it down the toilet. Its value was supposedly only fifty dollars, now this person earns a wage descent enough not to be so desperate enough to sell off something that may possibly kill someone but did it anyway and not to some stranger mind you but to a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still none of these things is what really gets under my skin, it’s the fact that this person swore to me, someone they could confide in who has seen them through hard times who would have been willing to take a drug test for them in order to spear the people around them heartache and hardships, that they would never touch drugs again. The conditions were that if they did they would no longer have my friendship and as of yesterday they don’t. I was lied to to save me from disappointment…because you have been a saint all your life certain someone and this would have been the worst thing NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, for the person  who this all happened to, the people involved have shown them mercy and have not made them give up their residency with them after learning that the person responsible has a two grand debt and 1200 belongs to your truly. I only gave this person money because they told me that due to certain expenses that they’d have a little financial struggle so I did it willingly I like to help people if I can. The individual then purchased some gadgets such as a tv/dvd/cd player and took a weekend long trip with friends and stayed in a nice hotel…what did they need the money for then? Rego apparently but wouldn’t you wait to be debt free and have put some money aside for something you knew was coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that’s my rant about the crappiness of certain individuals and the extra stress that I really could have done without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5041685117281586462?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5041685117281586462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5041685117281586462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5041685117281586462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5041685117281586462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/07/friendship-throw-away.html' title='Friendship throw away'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1355226035277147322</id><published>2007-06-13T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:06:43.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mums are like ninjas</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been doing something quietly and you know concentrating and then have the the biggest fright when a mum (doesn't have to be yours, any mum will do) has just popped up out of nowhere and started talking to you? Mum's, I have decided, are like ninjas they move unseen and unheard unless they want to inform you of their presence. This has been a frequent ever since i started my new job, I am very fortunate to have a mum working with me and she does that she sits right behind me too so you think I'd be aware but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am sitting at my desk at work doing some over time (mmm....extra money) and thinking about what i want to do with the rest of my life and truth be told i have no idea. if you had asked me this last year or even the previous year i would have been able to tell you my entire life story down to where i wanted to live! well maybe not that much detail but you know pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i do know, despite my uncertainty about the rest of my life, is that i want to travel and see the world...see the bigger picture dammit! the reason about this latest blog is that my little sister is in the final stages of her VCE, a terrible time for all of those who have ever experienced it. and she is seems so set on getting in the field of counseling or something of that line of work and the thing is i know it is not going to be easy. its hard work and all the people i know who are still attending uni are constantly struggling with it and more often then not tell me they hate it...except for three people i can think of off the top of my head (big hello's to jen, isi and bert!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the horrible things about school, being pressured into picking something to do..like if you don't know what to you want to do and decide to 'go with the flow' then you will inevitably fall off the face of the earth or become another poor individual waiting in center link (its an ugly path people for your own sakes steer clear). people who don't know what they want to do are forced to pick something and 95% of the time they hate it and for all of you who knew what you wanted to do I'd like you to take note of my friend Jess who was studying psychology and is now an apprentice florist and loves it more then she did school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here at my desk not entirely being thrilled with my job but i can say that if you don't get into what you want to or you think you have taken the wrong 'path', no matter how old you are, don't sweat it, there is ALWAYS time to learn new things and do something different, you don't have to be stuck in a job or a course that you hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1355226035277147322?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1355226035277147322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1355226035277147322' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1355226035277147322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1355226035277147322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/06/mums-are-like-ninjas.html' title='Mums are like ninjas'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-7310418609701840644</id><published>2007-05-03T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:49:12.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are S.O.B's</title><content type='html'>Three weeks ago I got a message from someone who I was very close to in high-school but since then we have led different lives and they got a partner and decided that they didn’t need their friends anymore; for the purpose of confidentiality I shall call them SW (sympathy whore). So three weeks ago, after almost two years of communication, I got a message from SW saying,&lt;br /&gt;“I need you to do me a favour; I have become really depressed lately and I slit my wrist. I know I haven’t been the best friend to you lately but would you attend my birthday dinner I need friends in my life right now.” –I have never been a person to turn down someone who was close to me and especially not someone who needed my help so naturally I agreed. I didn’t know how to react when I got that message and I believe that when people want to talk about it they will come to you, so I said if ever you need me call or message or even rock up and my home and I shall do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days had passed and I had heard nothing, but I know SW had been in touch with a mutual friend of ours which gave me comfort. Our mutual friend had told me that she was constantly messaging and calling her partner and that is perhaps why her phone bill was so high, because I know for a fact that she hadn’t been in touch with any of her friends. As the time got closer to her birthday date I decided to message SW and ash when it was going to be and check on SW’s well being. I got a response saying;&lt;br /&gt;“I have cancelled it and I really can’t message you because I have a 600 dollar phone bill.” – I assumed if I was needed SW would find other means of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I get a call from a friend who asked if I wanted to go out and I couldn’t be bothered leaving my home truth be told so they said they’d swing past and pick up some CD’s SW was in the car didn’t even come out and say hello, didn’t message me since the party cancellation now she was smiling and laughing with NOTHING on the wrist. I got mad, I dialled our mutual friend who said I should have torn into SW for putting that sense when is my old friend going to kill themselves, so I did. My message consisted general abuse about how cruel it was to do that to a person, put the guilt of them harming themselves when you know you could have tried to be a better friend, (even though it was basically a one ended deal). I of course got a message back saying that SW had tried many times to contact me at home and say hello to my parents when they saw SW at work. Well SW I have something to tell you, your lies are so busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has ever called my home knows that the phone hardly ever goes unanswered and if it does go unanswered my mobile is almost always on I don’t remember the last time I turned the thing off. SW my parents have been to your place of work in about five months because a chain of the place you work in has opened in a new location almost literally around the corner of my home…the term I am looking for is LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final message to SW was this;&lt;br /&gt;“You can say whatever you want but I know what the truth is and the next time you think you need to talk call the 600dollar person” -I was pretty pleased with that, the thing that sucks is that if anything ever happened to SW it would send me into eternal guilt, but I tried to do the right thing and got jerked around and I have had my fill of jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-7310418609701840644?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7310418609701840644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=7310418609701840644' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7310418609701840644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7310418609701840644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-people-are-sobs.html' title='Some people are S.O.B&apos;s'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-7891778745312640473</id><published>2007-04-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:45:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;Okay ladies and gents, its precisely 5am and I've just come home from a glorious day filled with, footy with friends, seeing my little sister after she was away from home for three days and then out partying with some wonderful ladies and you know what, I happy as a person could be and I am grateful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;You heard me, I am grateful for everything I have in life, wonderful family who at times drive me nuts and I yell with each and every one of them I adore, my fatties who mean more to me then any other people in this world who are like my family and I don't think I could live without. My fantastic friends and acquaintances, and although sometimes I don't keep in touch and I am lazy I cherish when we do hang out, even if it's a quick call or a full blown gossip session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;For the opportunity to live in a country where I am not restricted by rules and laws which are discriminating. To be able to speak my mind to the whole world (even if it's only bloggingly big), and to live in a society so rich with culture that it's regarded on an international scale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;I am grateful for all these things and more, this al came about when I though of how self obsessed people can become when we only look at the 'bad' things in life or the things we don't have. I am grateful because I have all this and more and very few people can say that they do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;So take a minute to be grateful of all the shit you do have because lets face it people life is to short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;Toodles and goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-7891778745312640473?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7891778745312640473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=7891778745312640473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7891778745312640473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7891778745312640473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-grateful.html' title='Im Grateful'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-3950427662912968078</id><published>2007-03-21T14:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:30:57.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont speak boy!</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents yours truly has just come back from a date and I am confused as all hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so for the purpose of privacy we shall call my date Mr. Date just so it’s easier to follow. Anyway let me begin the storey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened on a Saturday night when I was out with the ladies having an awesome time and I got perhaps the most drunk I have been since my birthday (for those of you who where not there to witness my drunk rampage on my birthday let me put it to you this way it was the most drunk I have ever been in my whole life), so I met this guy and we danced and flirted and I gave him my number, next day I get a message one things leads to another and he asks me out and after a few days of thinking abut it I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work I went and met him all was fine we went to grab a bite to eat a nice place he chose (nice choice on his behalf) and things were going well, you know we were but a little nervous but that’s to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we had both done eating he drops this line on me "if I leave now I can make it to work on time." -now he didn’t mention to me once that he had work so I thought it was his way of getting out of what he thought was a bad date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself okay this is not going the way I had thought it was, but then he grabbed my hand to hold it, which was nice so I thought yeah maybe he does have work, then we walked to the train station and he said &lt;br /&gt;"...so I will call you, sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah defiantly" -I responded. Then he leant in and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the ending is good but why didn’t he tell me he had work? Is this the male way of putting a girl down easily? Did he really have work and if so why didn’t he tell me OR above all am I reading too much into things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-3950427662912968078?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3950427662912968078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=3950427662912968078' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3950427662912968078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3950427662912968078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-speak-boy.html' title='I dont speak boy!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-8006421854593658085</id><published>2007-02-13T18:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T06:53:45.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters and cheating</title><content type='html'>Okay ladies and gents today I want to talk to you about cheating, the people who cheat and why they do so, now before you kick up a fuss you got to keep an open mind and read all the way and then let it rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has ever been in a relationship I guarantee that you have cheated at least once and just because you have never physically done something about it doesn't mean you haven't spent your evening thinking about someone else and what they are doing, see there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shouldn't be so quick and harsh to judge a person who cheats you have got to find out why they would do so, if its just because they can then yes it makes them a horrible person and if they do have a reason it doesn't make it right but its not necessarily because their partner is not satisfying them physically and or emotionally. There are many reasons why a person would cheat and I'm going to discuss some of them with you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebound relationships, we all know what they are and sometimes we end a relationship and are afraid of being alone that we rush into another one not thinking clearly and realising we want to be with our old partner but don't want to hurt anyone in the process. You build up the courage to tell our current partner but when it comes down to it its got a lot to do with not having the heart to tell them, this is not crap by the way its hard to tell someone something that's going to hurt them. People who cheat aren't all scum bags, so you got to think about it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating in order to make people realise what's in front of them, in some relationships one person can sometimes get neglected and not feel the love their anymore so they decide to cheat and purposely get caught to make their partner realise what they have. Sure you could always talk about it but sometimes there are things you just can't talk about it, you can't talk your way into intimacy it's a physical thing. There is always the possibility of threatening to leave but who wants to leave someone your still in love with and you have poured your heart and soul into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, laugh now but you will get me in a minute, some people are scared of losing their partner because they don't feel that they are 'worthy' of them and in order to punish themselves and make it true they go and cheat. It sounds weird but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the right person for you, just because your in a relationship doesn't mean your going to be with that person forever especially when you have been with someone so long and they change or you change and you meet an individual who totally blows your mind and you can't control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant when I said you cannot control yourself doesn't come down to hormones in most cases it's the kiss or sleeping with someone that's the deal breaker, but if your in a relationship and you are thinking about and craving someone else and keeping it a secret then that's just as bad. Who wants to be in a relationship with someone who's head over heals with another person just because they never acted physically? Many people engage in open relationships to have meaningless sex with other people and some choose even to go to professionals to have emotion free sex, isn't that better then someone who's only using you as a piece of ass that you have spent actual time investing in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is cheating is not always black and white and if cheaters are sch scum then why do most people take them back? So try keep an open mind but if you get hurt you can be angry and do what you please. And people please don't think your partner can continually cheat and come up with excuses. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-8006421854593658085?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8006421854593658085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=8006421854593658085' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8006421854593658085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8006421854593658085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheaters-and-cheating.html' title='Cheaters and cheating'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1305474830174110370</id><published>2007-01-31T20:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:10:01.971+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to be skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lpch.org/images/home/pic200609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lpch.org/images/home/pic200609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re a young woman about to hit twenty-one there are a few things you want, the killer dress with amazing shoes and accessories, birthday memories that will last throughout your life, the very cute date to show off and adore, the best time you’ve ever had whilst losing about ten kilo’s from your wonderfully curvaceous body in order to be ‘skinny’….can you pick the odd thing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I entered this conversation, with someone I hold dear to me, about how there is nothing more important then looking like a celeb even if it means putting your health at risk to her. May I just state for the record many people who meet this wonderful individual are jealous of her, she’s fun, flirtatious, intelligent, free spirit with a gorgeous look to match, why the hell would she want to change it you ask? Because she is genuinely insecure when she leaves her work gear at home and heads out on the town for a good night out, all she can see around her are ‘skinny’ women. I have to admit that Melbourne is full of gorgeous people who are seemingly perfect but we all have our faults and insecurities people, we’re not made of stone and something like eighty-five percent of us are not vain/self absorbed or think we’re sexy or hot. The thing that really screwed up my mind is that this woman is without a doubt always being checked out and could have many a man if only she had a little more self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is meant to have that slender look because for most of the population we are stuck with curves and bumps and unless you want to go to surgery you cannot change your bone structure or where your body wants to put its storage. Being ‘skinny’ is like the new black apparently but truth be told it is an unhealthy trend, for those of you who have the structure and the small figure I say good luck to you but for those who don’t have the structure and a perfectly proportioned and healthy why would you want to jeopardise your body with something addictive that will cut down your life span in order to make you look sickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m here I have a bone to pick with the media yes you, you know who you are magazines with your flashy titles sold to every teen/bored house wife saying which celebs are ‘fat’ and which have become ‘anorexic’, hows about you stop pointing the finger and leave them be! The pressure of being a celebrity in this day and age would suck because it’s not your talent that gets judge its every minute detail what your wearing, who your sleeping with, I mean lighten up! They are people to you know they have insecurities and emotions so when you start calling them ‘fat’ they are going to do what every other emotionally hurt person would try what anyone insecure about their weight would do until they develop an eating disorder and then try to have to reverse the whole thing. Yes I admit that being a celebrity would mean having to deal with the media but who wants to hear about how Britney is ‘letting herself go’ when the woman hasn’t sang or acted for something like four years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace what you have I what I’m trying to get at and if you want to shed some poundage do it the old fashioned way, diet and exercise and if that still isn’t getting you where you want then stop reaching for those Doritos and chocolate and see what you can do apart from binging when things don’t go your way and if symptoms continue please go see your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1305474830174110370?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1305474830174110370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1305474830174110370' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1305474830174110370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1305474830174110370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-want-to-be-skinny.html' title='I just want to be skinny'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-267664333492447256</id><published>2007-01-25T15:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:12:47.642+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Me</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents if this doesn't get you giggling I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all know how much I love my mobile phone anyone who has been around me long enough knows that I use it all the time and not just for talking and text but for photos too, oh how I love photos. Anyway lately my phone has been playing up and being really dodgy it won't even let me use the camera features! So yesterday I gave my providers a call and told them about the crappiness which my beloved phone had become and they said it'd cost me about two hundred dollars to get fixed… If I had two hundreds dollars I wouldn't be using it to get my phone fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst thinking of ways to get my hands on a new phone it occurred to me I could pull a sneaky and say that I though someone had 'stolen' my phone and my insurance would pay for I new one. Now I know how horrible that sounds but why should I have to pay so many dollars a month when my handset is only costing me to pay off $6.75 a month over 24 months (yes I actually read my contract with the miniscule print) and the sim I put a plan on is barred because I love to talk so its best if I'm on prepaid. Having thought all of this through I thought right I'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an interview at an ungodly hour of the morning 9:30 am for you normal folk and then after that I was going to go make my claim as I was already in the city, when my interview was over I was fishing around in the monstrosity of a bag that I was carrying but I couldn't find my phone, I had lost it! All my contacts/photos/film all gone I was so upset, so this time I really had to go make a claim. First I went to the police station, then to my providers then I had to call the insurance company but because my phone is registered under mums name she had to call them. So I left all the details with Dani to pass onto ma. All the while I thought at leats now I'm going to get my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this had happened I thought 'I might as well purchase a new sim card because I'm going to need one anyway' and I changed my provider. I got to thinking about how I'd contact all the people I needed to and most of which I don't have their home phone numbers so I got angry thinking that it'd take at least a week for them to send me a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home I called mum to see if she had rang the insurance company and she paused and said "as I was on the phone to them someone called you dad saying that they had found your phone..." I was so excited I didn't lose any of my stuff "…but the insurance people heard the whole conversation so you're not going to get a new phone." ONLY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-267664333492447256?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/267664333492447256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=267664333492447256' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/267664333492447256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/267664333492447256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-me.html' title='Only Me'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-866708921664368339</id><published>2007-01-11T12:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:31:59.331+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanel fashion or forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.art-perfect.de/images/Gabrielle_Coco_Chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.art-perfect.de/images/Gabrielle_Coco_Chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog is dedicated to my darling sister who will always manage to surprise me through proving a point without meaning to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at dinner my family got into a discussion about what Sera (my eldest sister) wanted for her 21st birthday mum and dad want to get her something that she can keep and mark the occasion and when Sera mentioned the Chanel earrings she longed for mum and dad put in their say with a ‘no’ because they believe its just a label in which you are paying for. Now I don’t mean this is a harsh way but Sera got frustrated trying to explain to my parents, who are anything but materialistic, that to her the two little c’s represented more then a brand it represented art, I laughed harder then I have in a long time, then I got to thinking perhaps shes right…perhaps Coco is an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all things have a certain element of beauty to them if we are willing to broaden our minds and view them in a certain way. So if a fashion designer can have the same passion for their work as a painter or poet who's to say that what they produce is not as valuable? Sure a person may argue that a fashion designer may mass produce what they create but then again isn't it the sense of having something ‘beautiful’ that makes it rare and worth the big dollars people are willing to spend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I am not one for labels but the more I think about Sera’s point the more it makes sense, something is defined as rare and beautiful by the population that view it in that way. Now come on ladies how many of you have sat and watched Sex and the City and not dreamt about purchasing a pair of Jimmy Choo heals because you see a trendy great character adoring them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps instead of dismissing the thought of investing lots of money into something that can be copied for a lesser price think about the lack of value it will have. When you purchase a piece of art that to you is beautiful you don’t want a copy scan and print you want the real thing to be able to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps from now on I will stop judging my sister for ‘throwing’ her dollars away and start seeing it as her own investment and who knows, maybe I’ll even stop almost fainting when I hear the prices…if she realises that its not about impressing other and valuing it for what it is of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected lesson learnt, to appreciate something from someone else’s perspective, something that I could only learn from the fashion critique’ in my home, thanks Sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-866708921664368339?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/866708921664368339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=866708921664368339' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/866708921664368339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/866708921664368339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/01/chanel-fashion-or-forever.html' title='Chanel fashion or forever?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-724032336837453425</id><published>2007-01-09T09:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:05:55.864+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicks before dicks and bro’s before hoe’s</title><content type='html'>The saying that you often hear when you're going through heartbreak or your partner is giving you the shits or you have just had enough of dealing people who are supposedly the other 'fish in the sea', you will often hear the expression or something similar to 'mates before dates', this is all very good cause you know you have people who support you when those things occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do though when you really like/love/care about someone which buddies and your pals just don't like for one reason or another? Do you give up your happiness thinking perhaps the relationship probably won't last, try make your friends see what you see or do you ditch your buddies for this one person? It's tough especially when both mean equally as much to you and trying to make them at least try get along for your sake fails? Eventually you will lose one or the other and it sucks it really does and anyone who has ever experienced this knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under certain circumstances the person who want does not want to get to know your mates or the other way around, I have found that it is usually the fellas who don't want to know about their girlfriends guy mates and the ladies don't really want to hear about the hot best friend who your so very close with. But you always allow for the two groups of people to try and make nice so it's easier for you especially when you can see something permanent coming your way with both or either party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you dislike someone's partner or mates you should always make an effort for the middle person, because it is them who has to put up with and deal with both. Even if it is simple 'hey how is everything' conversation it helps. Try to think of as meeting a member of the family you don't like but can't get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's before hoes and chicks before dicks will always be something you can depend on, but it's nice to know that your two worlds can co-exist and that people can at least make an effort for your happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-724032336837453425?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/724032336837453425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=724032336837453425' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/724032336837453425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/724032336837453425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2007/01/chicks-before-dicks-and-bros-before.html' title='Chicks before dicks and bro’s before hoe’s'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4703656258924432051</id><published>2006-12-28T17:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:39:35.944+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RZORIfFel1I/AAAAAAAAABA/gzzW_Fv1o8Y/s1600-h/ma+n+paw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RZORIfFel1I/AAAAAAAAABA/gzzW_Fv1o8Y/s200/ma+n+paw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013510385162950482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season’s greetings ladies and gents I hope you are enjoyed or for those of you lucky people are still enjoying the holidays and that Santa was really kind to you this year because I know he was to me. For those of you who had a mediocre Christmas my advice to you is do what Sera and I did get drunk, we sure as hell did…twice! And if you cant think of it in any other way think of something you did for someone that made their Christmas, the gift of giving gives you the warm fuzzies at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to do some laughing, because I know you will laugh at what happened to me on Xmas eve so I shall share it with you. My sisters and I took our parents out to a nice place on the water for Xmas eve lunch as their present, anyway the girls had already given me their share of the money and I said I’d pay on my key card instead of carrying a lot of cash around. So we all had a great meal and you know my parents loved it because it was very family orientated and we were all happy and what not and it was also convenient because we were out of idea’s on what to get them for Christmas other wise. So the bill arrives and I go to take out my card to pay and you know what happens, it falls onto the decking and by some kind of mocking wind force (or the clumsiness of me) it tips on its side and goes into the ocean! Luckily for me mum and dad had money and Sera had money on them or else we would have been doing dishes on Christmas Eve! You can laugh its okay everyone else did and I did too eventually so it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I wanted to share with you a little something that I really truly mean the best gifts are the ones that come from the heart and yes sometimes that means spending a little cash but it’s all worth it when you know that special person or people will cherish it. For me this year I think the most heartfelt gift I gave was the one I got my mum and dad on Boxing Day, I went shopping with mum for the sales (children, expecting mothers and slow moving old people should be left at home!) and mum and I went into Kmart and I thought to myself that while I was there I would get some photo’s printed and show mum the joys of wireless technology by sending the photos from my phone. So I printed lots of photo’s, as I do, and the one of her and dad came out really well from Xmas Eve, so I blew it up, made it black and white, printed it and bought a nice silver frame to go with it, mum and dad love it. It felt really good giving them that it was only something small but it meant a lot to them capturing a good moment for them to cherish, this is why you should all have a camera/phone. So next year when you’re stuck for present ideas the most thoughtful things are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ladies and gents may your new year be grand, party hard but stay safe! And it is always a good time to start a fresh but keep in mind that every day is a new beginning if we wish it to be so, all new years resolution breakers know what I’m on about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4703656258924432051?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4703656258924432051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4703656258924432051' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4703656258924432051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4703656258924432051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/12/belated-seasons-greetings.html' title='Belated Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RZORIfFel1I/AAAAAAAAABA/gzzW_Fv1o8Y/s72-c/ma+n+paw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5574546719168226040</id><published>2006-12-13T18:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:39:36.650+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Say 'cheese!': memories of 22nd nov 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ladies and gents if you have ever browsed through my archives you’ll see that it is full of photos and good times to be recorded and it would appear that I have slowed down a little and this made me sad, not because I am getting older, but because I think I’m missing out on fun and good times, then I stumbled across some photos in my phone that made me beam with delight. It was my picnic and I shared it with some friends I haven’t seen in a while and even met someone new, which is good and the evening was splendid, a great 22nd of November if I do say so myself, take a look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007955426946924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RX_U7XIpP5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/L8IkH8a7f40/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pretty sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007955744774504354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RX_VN3IpP6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xMgHl4EUeY8/s200/Picnicgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (from left) Matt, Isi, Bert and Jay,  (latter joined by Dani, Lauren and Sam)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007956393314566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RX_VznIpP7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/s3fui6L-YKA/s200/Boatsatsunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pier at dusk (I'm very proud of this photo actually)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while there I seriously thought I had no friends and I don’t mean ‘hey how you going’ type people I mean, people who I genuinely wanted to hang out and see, but the picnic made me realised how wrong I was! *grins like a spastic mofo* So if ever you feel things are slowing down, look back on memories or make some new ones, grab a friend or a few and just go hang out, its simple and fun and keeps you young&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5574546719168226040?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5574546719168226040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5574546719168226040' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5574546719168226040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5574546719168226040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/12/say-cheese-memories-of-22nd-nov-06.html' title='Say &apos;cheese!&apos;: memories of 22nd nov 06'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-QcLV5Obkk/RX_U7XIpP5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/L8IkH8a7f40/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5013191495771184592</id><published>2006-12-03T20:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:49:33.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping your options open</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents if ever you think finding a good person is not hard ask any single person who is genuinely wanting to be in a relationship how hard it is to find someone who they would class as a good catch, having said this the places in which to meet a person have become fewer over the years until there is there was the internet and telephone lines in which you could access more easily, so why are these two new methods still frowned upon? Why is it that a person can find someone when they were drunk at a bar, go home sleep with and then start a relationship over the initial physical attraction and that’s fine but getting to know someone via the net or phone is still not acceptable? The reasons I have been given were matters of trust, how do you know what your getting if you cant see a person and to that I say if two people are honest enough they will tell one another especially if they are being genuine, then the rebuttal comes along which goes something along the lines of ‘yes but in person you have to be honest about what you see’ and lets say for the record I totally disagree, ladies how many guys have said ‘it’s more then just sex babe’ but only calls and texts to let you know he is hard and horny and guys how many women have said ‘babe I swear he is just a friend’ and then you find her going at it in the bedroom? People only get to see what you want them to see, nothing more, so it’s all about honesty. So does it really matter how two people meet or spend their relationships so long as they are happy? How many more success net stories do you have to hear about before you can just say right I’m going to give it a go? So to all the couples out there who are having their long distance relationships or have met their partner or a good mate from the net or a phone service I hope that you stay happy. And for all those people who are still out at clubs and just waiting for the right person to come along next time your out on the dance floor look for the oldest people there who are regulars and tell me that there aren’t other ways to find someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5013191495771184592?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5013191495771184592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5013191495771184592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5013191495771184592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5013191495771184592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/12/keeping-your-options-open.html' title='Keeping your options open'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-3189371450919320853</id><published>2006-11-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:33:06.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anal and unobtainable obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.inmagine.com/168nwm/photoalto/paa160/paa160000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="158" alt="" src="http://us.inmagine.com/168nwm/photoalto/paa160/paa160000024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like most of the ladies I wonder why the males of today have the curiosity and the urge to try and attempt anal penetration or sex and last night I came up with two things that made me think of why males would want to this, the first I realised when I was out and about on the dance floor (on Saturday), it’s the easiest way for a guy to come up to you and dance with you if your with your friends, the behind approach gets close enough for a little bump and grind while a gal can still shake her stuff and drive the man nuts. The second thing I got to thinking about is how anal is something most of the ladies wont do and we all want what we cant have so the ass becomes unobtainable and to actually get it is like a big thing, and all this thought of anal sex got me thinking about the other things we want but cant have. When I say wanting things we can’t have I don’t just mean sexually either I think of it as everything that we have wanted that we cannot obtain, for example that special someone who blows your mind and you’d give anything to be with them but they are just out of reach. With this line of thinking it also made me think about getting the things you crave and desire and once you have them is it really what you wanted? My older sister for example was in love with our neighbour’s son (Hesh-Ham hahaha Mia) and she had wanted him since the dawning of time and one day she finally got him and she had never been more disappointed but thing was she didn’t build the thing up in her mind, she just admired him from afar until she got some confidence and then got him. So is it because we are afraid of our expectations and what out come they may have that we do not truly pursue what we want? Or do we simply want these things because we can’t have them and if we could do we really want them? So Ladies and gents share the experience of the anal and or unobtainable obsessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-3189371450919320853?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3189371450919320853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=3189371450919320853' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3189371450919320853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3189371450919320853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/anal-and-unobtainable-obsession.html' title='The anal and unobtainable obsession'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4572123383898583469</id><published>2006-11-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:41:20.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham man</title><content type='html'>Ham man Current mood: weird Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=85646156&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=2"&gt;Blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday I went to go work with my dad and for those of you who don't know my dad works in a small good's factory so what he does is make snags and hams and what not kind of like a butcher…but not….anyway so I went to go work with dad and I packed snags and hams and what not (so many hams!) and I had done so the year before and the night before I had asked if there was anyone new at the factory and he had mentioned this guy Jeffery and dad had warned me that he was a "bum and a real dickhead", so I thought to myself okay I'll see for myself. So I got to the factory with dad (5:30 with a 4:45 wake up call, I wanted to kill someone!) and I saw a few of the people from last year and then there was this new guy, who I automatically assumed to be Jeffery but I had seen him the previous year and then he was only a truck driver and now he was working in the factory and last year he hadn't looked to good (this is what drought does to you, men who prepare ham's become attractive), he is a little older then me but that didn't bother me. So the entire day he and I were playing the 'no I'm not looking at you, just the spot just behind you game' which was pretty silly because the only thing to look at was more ham. Come lunchtime Jeffery had left to do a delivery and dad was telling me how much he just didn't like the guy but then after lunch I was working with him and I thought okay enough with playing the 'no I'm not checking you out' and just talk to him, so we got to talking and he was actually really nice bloke, I think dad just assumed he was rough around the edges because he is covered in tatt's and also because he was so young and working in a dead end job, but I found out that it was only to make some cash to go back home, and he wasn't my 'type' at all. After the talking and packing of hams together I decided that if I had ever taken a guy like him home dad would disown me and have my head on a stick out the front of the house to warn my other two sisters not to do the same, but I couldn't help but be totally attracted to him and my dad hating him made him all the more attractive. So I want to know how many people have been attracted to someone who is totally not your type and if you took them home your parents would think you were on drugs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4572123383898583469?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4572123383898583469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4572123383898583469' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4572123383898583469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4572123383898583469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/ham-man.html' title='Ham man'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-6917394502669183009</id><published>2006-11-17T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:37:11.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not you.....wait no, it is you!</title><content type='html'>Do you know why so many people are single honestly, because they are not attractive or because they are overweight or because no matter how many times you hear 'looks are just a bonus'', it’s all a bunch of crap! You know why you see so many pretty girls with not so attractive guys cause women are less judgemental and we know (more so) what it is like to be judged on appearance alone. If you truly have a good sense of humour love to have fun and live life it is not enough for the larger majority of people you would like to date and as harsh and how fucked up this sounds its true, you know its true when you have been knocked back my a balding twenty two year old virgin (earlier this year) and someone who is older then you, is lonely and is shy as all hell. You know what really ticks me off though? Is that physical appearance can be altered, you can lose the weight you can get surgery all that stuff if you really want to, but you cannot change the way a person thinks and you know what makes me even angrier is that the people who are bastards who cant see past a physical exterior are the ones who end up with some one...I DONT FUCKING GET IT! So all the unattractive/overweight people who do decide to do something about their appearance and when you look great and you meet them think to yourself, would this person would have liked me before all the work? I'm not totally irrational I know that there always has to be some sort of physical attraction and that’s fine, but how shallow would you have to be to just look around and not say that person is cute or has a nice feature of some sort. I am a judgemental person but I will always give everyone a go because you can NEVER judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. see fatty told you I was right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-6917394502669183009?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6917394502669183009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=6917394502669183009' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/6917394502669183009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/6917394502669183009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-youwait-no-it-is-you.html' title='Its not you.....wait no, it is you!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4575409172264352536</id><published>2006-11-15T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:46:51.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giacch on the window</title><content type='html'>After a couple of months of dryness and more drought and water restrictions to come it finally rained, not for long and not hard but it rains, enough to let things be washed clean and to let mother nature hold on for a little while longer. For me the rain today brings…promise of something I can’t put my finger on what but I know there is something brewing. This drought has got me thinking of two things, the first being what will happen in the future when I water is almost gone and two the elections coming up. I’d like to address the second thing first, yes we have a drought and yes elections are coming up instead of the idiots that are running for places in power what are they going to do about the current drought situation, ask them that and lets see the plans for it then we can talk about who I’m going to vote for. Now the first thing second, today we have water, but what about tomorrow I’m all for living in the moment but you have to sometimes take into consideration what’s going to happen in the future, what if there is no water for the kiddies of tomorrow? With all the technological advances and knowledge we have today surely people will stop having 20 minute showers and start preserving what we have left so that people don’t have to suffer. Every time you turn on the tv you will undoubtedly see a commercial for a third world child who has no matter, is that what we want for the generations to come? So I beg you to be part of the solution and not part of the problem so save some water. For those of you wondering what on earth is she on about when I say giacch on the window its my little Italian abbreviation for giacchio which is ice, anyone who has ever seen me at macca’s chomping on the ice from my coke knows what I’m on about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4575409172264352536?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4575409172264352536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4575409172264352536' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4575409172264352536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4575409172264352536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/giacch-on-window.html' title='Giacch on the window'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-2821970299380434887</id><published>2006-11-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:32:31.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good kick in the rear</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I cannot stand is people who constantly whine and bitch how crappy, their perfectly fine, lives are, it annoys me to the point of me cracking the shits and telling people where to go. Having said that, I am always one for being the shoulder to cry on, helping people when they are down, but if you try to sit there are tell me that your life is crappy and there is nothing you can do to benefit it if you haven’t even tried time and time again I will undoubtedly get upset with you and tell you where to go. Sometimes what people need is a good kick in the rear, not a literal one of course, but a firm talking to that lets them know that they are the only ones who can truly change their lives and it is better to go out and so something about it then dwell and let life and all its overwhelming possibilities get to you. People should always allow time to have their rant on how bad things are and have their time to get over it but at the same time people need to know when enough is enough and to get back into the game of life because the world waits for no man. Sometimes being the person giving the kick in the rear sucks because it can go either way, a person can pick themselves up and try and do things to make them happy, or they can look at you like an insensitive monster who just wants them to shut up rather then you trying to help them, so you got to be careful on how you approach it. If you know of someone who is whining be sure to be the kick in the rear, no one likes to hear people whine and not do anything so instead of burdening someone else by you saying to them ‘I know someone who just doesn’t shut up about their problems’, take some action and for goodness sake give the people who need it a good kick in the rear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-2821970299380434887?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2821970299380434887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=2821970299380434887' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/2821970299380434887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/2821970299380434887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-kick-in-rear_9020.html' title='A good kick in the rear'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5859535134947038898</id><published>2006-11-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:53:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life changing year</title><content type='html'>One of the most significant and memorable years of my life (so far) was when I turned fifteen, everything changed for me things happened that I think should have happened in my later years but then again I wouldn’t be who I am today without those experiences. The things that I will talk about are not extraordinary things, but they are events that change you no matter when they happen to you or how, I realised how much being fifteen changed me when I did a little reflection on my diaries from the past, here are some of the things that happened to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        My older sister started getting rebellious towards my parents and started getting into trouble and would set the standard of what about happen to me if I did the same thing&lt;br /&gt;·        Friends started going from first base with guys to sneaking home, and we were noticing boys a hell of a lot more then before&lt;br /&gt;·        Befriended an older guy who seemed so worldly and wise at the time, Red Knob Chicken legs (aka Tony)&lt;br /&gt;·        The year I had gone from being a ‘maria’ to a ‘punk’ and was in love with Craig Nichol from The Vines and Foo Fighters rocked my world (fooey’s still do)&lt;br /&gt;·        I met one of my best friends (even to this day) and then for the first time I fell in love with him (Marroune, F. S)&lt;br /&gt;·        Got my heart broken for the first time, from boyfriend who turned out to be a ‘psycho’ aka Sebastian (Mia and  Mon know who I’m talking about)&lt;br /&gt;·        Everyone, including me, had a crush on (at some point) the same guy and there was a huge scandal and love triangle when looking on it now was so ridiculously insane (Hi Dave, lol)&lt;br /&gt;·        I had made the decision of what I wanted my first (and last)  tattoo to be and what it would represent and it was because of this particular year in y life that I am happy I chose what I did (it makes sense YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;·        I started going against my parents and doing things behind their backs, wagging school, lying and what not&lt;br /&gt;·        Genuinely wanted to die for the first time in my life, (was warned by psycho ex not to die a virgin) saw a psychologist who was a complete idiot and decided to become one myself so people wouldn’t have to suffer idiots like that guy (having a degree doesn’t mean you a degree in people skills)&lt;br /&gt;·        Got my first actual job working at Bi-Lo which meant forced people skills which made me come out of my social shell, now look at me, no good came from Bi-Lo except that and meeting Kara&lt;br /&gt;·        Learned verbally and physically what giving a hand and head job entailed (don’t judge people)&lt;br /&gt;·        Had first truly significant death in the family, it was really tough on me because she was a wonderful person RIP Zia Fiorina&lt;br /&gt;·        Had first ‘proper’ type relationship with a guy, learnt that sometimes if you really like a guy who will treat you right you have to go all the way to Geelong, got my first love letter (still got it), brought him home to meet the folks for the first time&lt;br /&gt;·        Was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) my parents never questioned me being in pain for no reason ever again&lt;br /&gt;·        Lost my virginity and found that sex was not overrated if anything  it was underrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a lot of things happened and all in 365 days from birthday to birthday it’s scary, but its a little time line of when I was fifteen. I want to know now what years were significant for everyone else and if you like why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5859535134947038898?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5859535134947038898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5859535134947038898' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5859535134947038898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5859535134947038898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-changing-year.html' title='My life changing year'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5769587329299777066</id><published>2006-11-01T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:13:45.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if you're wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.thefreedictionary.com/thumb/6/66/Wile_E_Coyote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.thefreedictionary.com/thumb/6/66/Wile_E_Coyote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since we studied the film Gattaca in high school I have always used the phrase "If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.", and I have always tried to do so, you know not be discouraged or have a sense of failure and get back up on my horse until I get what I want. Two days ago I got a cold hard slap in the face from reality a slap so strong it make me think about the other half of things, like what if everyone is wrong when they say 'don’t worry things will get better", well what happens if things don’t get better, what happens if they get worse? To every upside there is a down, there has to be or else there is no balance in the world, so what if things are not meant to get better? I thought about this with my parents in mind, my mums life ambitions was to, 1 become typist 2 find a nice man to marry 3 have children and my dads was 1 escape crazy family, 2 find nice girl to marry 3 have a family of his own 4 work until retirement and move to the beach with wife, and both of my parents did that, except of course dad who is waiting on 4 but still they did that, they lived their dreams but they got hell along the way and they both say to this day had they have known what they do now they would have done things differently, I honestly believe that my mum wouldn’t have married my dad and my dad would have never spoken to his family again had it not have been for mum. so what if all the people hanging in there for their dreams and fighting s hard to keep that relationship what if you’re all wrong, then what? What happens if everything you once believed blows up in your face and your certainties become uncertainties and the glass is half empty not half full? what if you end up like Wile E Coyote and no matter what schemes or measures you take in order to catch that damn Road Runner you fail every time, how long before you give up and move onto something else, sometimes you have to see things as negative and pessimistic in order to be realistic and this is just what I have done. What if you are wrong and I am right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5769587329299777066?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5769587329299777066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5769587329299777066' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5769587329299777066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5769587329299777066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-if-your-wrong.html' title='What if you&apos;re wrong?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1428471832562123231</id><published>2006-10-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:01:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My affair without you</title><content type='html'>You have been gone so long I wonder if your still waiting around,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you miss the smiles, laughs and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it all once was,&lt;br /&gt;together forever simply because,&lt;br /&gt;because we held each other so dear,&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to part,&lt;br /&gt;it feels like many years deep within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;this I cant deny,&lt;br /&gt;your bed is empty without me,&lt;br /&gt;this thought turns me sad and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its wrong to crave,&lt;br /&gt;the memories, the photos, even scratching your back,&lt;br /&gt;but without you I'm only two thirds complete and that is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hurt someone I care for so dear,&lt;br /&gt;will this person think, worry and then fear?&lt;br /&gt;Can I have what I have been aching for,&lt;br /&gt;many nights spent on your floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone release them and they'll be back,&lt;br /&gt;is this true, is it so easy do I even want you back?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do,&lt;br /&gt;you miss me too,&lt;br /&gt;mc'chickens and cheese burgers as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This corny poem,&lt;br /&gt;many shed tears,&lt;br /&gt;years of what’s to come can overcome fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am truly happy,&lt;br /&gt;my smile I cant disguise,&lt;br /&gt;but when this happiness is found out,&lt;br /&gt;I will have to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to keep someone's heart whole,&lt;br /&gt;to make them see,&lt;br /&gt;I am only two thirds when your gone,&lt;br /&gt;whole when you are near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affair without you,&lt;br /&gt;it is no more,&lt;br /&gt;my affair with you,&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure and adore.&lt;br /&gt;And when this affair is over,&lt;br /&gt;my other third will see,&lt;br /&gt;my affair without you,&lt;br /&gt;could never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1428471832562123231?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1428471832562123231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1428471832562123231' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1428471832562123231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1428471832562123231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-affair-without-you.html' title='My affair without you'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-316291794546373251</id><published>2006-10-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:30:03.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More then sex but less then love</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents I’m at that stage where all I want is some affection and fun, I’m not ready to get into a full on relationship just yet because I don’t want to fall in love again, I’m still getting over last relationships, so what do I do? I thought of turning to some mates who I know could give me both, but I don’t want to ruin what we have, see I want something that will be a clean break and I know that’s easier said then done especially because I need those cuddles and everyone knows cuddles can be very intimate and tricky when you throw hormones into the mix. Is it even possible to find what I am looking for, as honest as I am about what I want can a person be equally as honest and say that’s all that they want? Yes I admit that the whole thing sounds a tad bit strange and it may seem that I would only be using the person but if we can have no-string-attached sex and great cuddles at no costs who have to say that you can’t have both? I know for a fact its not just me who wishes that there was such a thing as service you could call and ask for this stuff (there is a great business idea for the bold and the stupid) cause everyone gets a little lonely and a little heart broken from time to time, and your mates can only do so much. I suppose this is what dating is all about then hey, trying before you buy and getting that affection, but who can truly be bothered going out on dates with people you are not interested in just to get what you want, especially when you only want that affection and fun and they are looking for more, a sex buddy can’t cuddle you and tell you sweet nothings because its not their jobs. And when you enter a relationship to get both the fun and affection how do you stop yourself or your partner of choice from falling because its not meant to be that way, its just supposed to be a fix to get over the pain? I’ve just answered my own question, hello rebound relationship, but wouldn’t it be nice not to hurt anyone’s feelings, get what you want and be selfish about it in the process So how does a person find something that is more then sex but less then love without doing any damage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-316291794546373251?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/316291794546373251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=316291794546373251' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/316291794546373251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/316291794546373251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-then-sex-but-less-then-love.html' title='More then sex but less then love'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1626737221883471218</id><published>2006-10-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:43:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it blew my mind</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents this blog post is dedicated to my friend Michael who is living proof that nice guys don’t finish last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks I have switched on my pessimist mood and have been seeing the glass as half empty rather then half full, and this will happen to everyone occasionally, and in this time I have began to rethink life and what it means and how it affects us all, so basically I have gone on a theoretical journey through my mind. Sine doing this I have really lost faith in man kind and seeing the world as a horrible place, and recent events which have happened globally would suggest that I am somewhat correct. Then something strange happened, it was even stranger because this event caught my totally off guard, I had a conversation with a stranger that would change me, and that’s all we did talk, nothing in particular was discussed but it just changed me, it switched on the optimist inside and I started seeing the good in things again. Like last night I had to yell at my friend to make them see the good in themselves and how they were the only person to make things change from their current sticky circumstances, by the end of it I know I had gotten through to this person but two days prior I would have said to hell with them. Also I found out that my mate Michael was offered something spectacular and it made me so happy because he is one of the most selfless people I will ever know and this will set him up. Congrats again Michael I couldn’t think of anyone who deserves is more then you Sometimes it takes the smallest things to make us realise the good in people and the world, and I found that and got it from a total stranger, so thank you C, you know who you are. Truly wonderful things in life happen when you leats expect them to, and when it does happen in blows your mind, so always have faith cause when that something wonderful comes along it will be worth is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1626737221883471218?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1626737221883471218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1626737221883471218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1626737221883471218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1626737221883471218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-it-blew-my-mind.html' title='And it blew my mind'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-1571677666732613870</id><published>2006-10-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:19:46.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Male Orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cityshop.hu/images/CK_logo_ffi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="204" alt="" src="http://www.cityshop.hu/images/CK_logo_ffi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out Monday night enjoying a few laughs at a comedy gig my friend and I attend, and one of the comedians did a bit on how he is jealous of the female orgasm because when we have them they are brilliant not only that but we can have multiple orgasms. So I took an interest about what he said and did a little research of my own about the male orgasm, and I found two very interesting things out. The first is that men today are holding back on their own orgasms because they believe they must pleasure a woman and make her orgasm before they can, I read this tid-bit in ‘Redbook’; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex therapists will tell you that although this approach is admirable — better that men be too concerned with their partners' orgasms than not at all concerned — it can nonetheless constitute a form of voluntary sensory deprivation. By reining in their passion, many men deprive themselves of the sexual abandon that produces the strongest orgasms. "Sex becomes a battle to make sure she has an orgasm, rather than a mutual sharing of enjoyment," says Barry McCarthy, Ph.D., a psychologist and sex therapist in Washington, DC, and co-author of Male Sexual Awareness. &lt;a href="http://redbook.ivillage.com/sex/0,,bp83-2,00.html"&gt;http://redbook.ivillage.com/sex/0,,bp83-2,00.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don’t know about every other lady out there but I think its fantastic that guys are genuinely trying harder in the sex department, its not easy and they are putting in a good effort, so thanks guys you deserve the credit for effort hands down. But I would also like to say that you should enjoy sex also and if your not you should speak up about it, no point in doing something that doesn’t feel good right? The second thing I found whilst pursuing was that males can indeed have multiple orgasms, I found this on ‘Wikipedia’; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male multiple orgasmsIt is possible to have an orgasm without ejaculation (dry orgasm) or to ejaculate without reaching orgasm. Some men report that the ability to consciously separate orgasm and ejaculation has allowed them to achieve multiple orgasms. Men who have practiced this technique extensively report that they can sometimes experience a continuous "wave" of orgasm. This can last, it is said, indefinitely, but in practice is limited by the man's ability to concentrate or meditate, or by muscular fatigue. Reaching between ten and twenty orgasms in one session is reportedly common for many practitioners. In recent years, a number of books have described various techniques to achieve multiple orgasms. Most multi-orgasmic men (and their partners) report that refraining from ejaculation results in a far more energetic post-orgasm state. Additionally, some men have also reported that this can produce more powerful ejaculatory orgasms when they choose to have them. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgasm#Human_male_orgasm"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgasm#Human_male_orgasm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See guys you can multiples too, you just got to find out how to have them. See I am envious of man for his capability to almost orgasm every time he has sex or masturbates, you very lucky in that department. But I also sympathise when you put your own aside for your partner, but women want guys to have the pleasure also, we know our orgasms are a little more elusive then yours but we can have them if everyone would just be more open in the bedroom and talk or even better show what they like and how it makes them get off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I want to know is how many guys have had multiple orgasms, what they were doing when it occurred, and why are guys holding so far back on their own pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-1571677666732613870?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1571677666732613870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=1571677666732613870' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1571677666732613870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/1571677666732613870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/male-orgasm.html' title='The Male Orgasm'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-4740912297811427494</id><published>2006-10-06T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:38:55.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classics die hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jerrylewiscomedy.com/pix/jlcmpa_1950_53f_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.jerrylewiscomedy.com/pix/jlcmpa_1950_53f_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was younger there was nothing better then going to my nonni's (grandparents) place and sitting and watching the old time movies that my aunty had tapped and loved, the movies that I enjoyed in particularly were the ones with Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin because they were a fantastic comedy duo and the storey line of the movie was always good. To this day I still want to watch stuff like, Mr. Bean, all the Carry On's, old Disney movies (not cartoons) and in general old style cartoons, there was nothing better! Even today when I get in my reminiscing moods I put 'Mary Poppins' on and sing along, I think of 'Scared Stiff' and I still laugh at Jerry's performance when he is trying to motivate himself in the hall way”‘ Myron....Myron...MYRON!", it cracks me up! But what do the kiddies have today to make them laugh and keep them entertained? Crappy cartoons and movies that should not be released don’t even get me started of some of the music out there today! And one other thing, I know that sex sells right, I get it, but haven’t we taken it a little far? If I see one more half naked sixteen year old on MTV coming out of somebody’s bed I will scream, this is not entertainment people, what happened to talent? People who could actually get up LIVE and sing? You give the kids crap to watch and see and then wonder why they reflect that behaviour in which we allow to be pushed in-front of them, I mean come on! This is why ladies and gents I have gone into my memory and pulled out the classics, I’m talking cartoons like Captain Planet, music form any member of the Rat Pack and movies, like Scared Stiff. How could anyone not find Jerry Lewis funny I mean really, so for me and my ways the classics will die hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-4740912297811427494?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4740912297811427494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=4740912297811427494' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4740912297811427494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/4740912297811427494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/10/classics-die-hard.html' title='Classics die hard'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-7553706871092630364</id><published>2006-09-27T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:41:41.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1b/CoveredNipplesBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="303" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1b/CoveredNipplesBW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colour is deceiving, I figured this out last night whilst I entered a discussion with my friend Daniel, I realised that people see things in colour, and colour is tricky because with the slightest alteration of shade it can become something else, something that it is not. With this I thought about photos, not only photos but ones in black and white, with this I thought about all the objects that would make for beautiful black and white photographs. Then it hit me, why try and capture something beautiful when the most beautiful thing of all is hidden beneath layers of colour? I'm talking of course about the naked human form. One of natures better creations if I do say so myself, a naked human body is vulnerable and honest, it cannot lie, it cannot be something it was never intended to be, it is what it is. my thoughts kept going along this track and I decided I wanted to find a photo of the naked female body and see it in black and white, because the combination of bare flesh and black and white showed truth, honesty, pure beauty, all the things that any person can appreciate. Unlike colour black and white has no alterations to it; there are just depths of gray in which allow us to see what runs deeper then two powerful shades. I’d like to be able to see the world in black and white, honest yet allows room for depth with gray. I want people to stop judging what is supposed to be 'beauty' and see us for what we really are, a variety of shapes and sizes, look beyond what we are not and appreciate us for our differences, once you've done this I believe the door of opportunity opens wider. Stop seeing people in colour, see them in black and white, to show truth, depth and with it you will realise that everything is just gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-7553706871092630364?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7553706871092630364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=7553706871092630364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7553706871092630364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/7553706871092630364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-grey_27.html' title='Just gray'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-3695146036041332152</id><published>2006-09-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:06:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self absorbed</title><content type='html'>Usually I have no problem in doing things for the people I care about, even if it takes me out of my comfort zone and I have to make some sacrifices, usually I am un-phased by it because I know that if ever I needed something that they would do the same for me, not that I expect them to do something cause I did something for them but I do expect getting a helping hand when I lend my own out to people. Anyway I just realised something, that one person that I have been helping out has become really self absorbed and it makes me sick! After suffering many years around self absorbed people I rid myself of them last year and started afresh and thought I wouldn’t have to put up with it because I wasn’t going to have these people in my life, clearly I was wrong. there has been one person constantly in my presence who has been nothing but selfish and it doesn’t matter what I, or anyone else did to try and make this persons life better every time I or someone else needs that helping hand we get pushed away. Its especially hard when it is someone so close to you that even with all your rage and strength behind you all you have to see is a pair of sad brown eyes and all you want to do is stop that pain, but for what? Most of the time the pain is self inflicted because this person, by now, should know better and should be able to handle themselves in a more capable manner considering their age but they don’t seem to appear to want to. I want to strangle this person at present but then I think is it really worth it? I understand that this person has got their own shit going on but so do I, and where has my helping hand been when I have needed it? I have struggled through some tough times and all I have ever wanted and needed was a quick "if ever you need me I am here for you", but not only the words but the sincerity behind it and that person being there. I know your reading this right now and you'll be mad and even angered by my words but think about how I feel and how it affects me for once and stop being so self absorbed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-3695146036041332152?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3695146036041332152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=3695146036041332152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3695146036041332152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/3695146036041332152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/self-absorbed.html' title='Self absorbed'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-5093926572744736596</id><published>2006-09-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:17:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From date to hate</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents I wanted to discuss something that will, has or has repeatedly happened to anyone who has ever dated more then one person in their entire lives, what I am talking about is the transformation of wanting to be with someone who you believe is totally great you couldn’t be happier with them and then in the end of it all you hate them, perhaps not hate but close to. I have had many of those relationships where I have ended up totally wanting to never speak to these people ever again and one person in particular that I went back and forth between dating and hating. I think that this happens because in the beginning of a relationship people try to put their best qualities out there in order to find someone and most of those things are appealing to the unsuspecting person, I'll give you an example, my ex was sweet, kind, caring compassionate and I saw all of those lovely thing for the first three months of our relationship and by that time I believed I was head over heals and when I revealed this that's when the gloves came off and I saw the true person. This person turned from all the lovely things mentioned above to; rude, temperamental, disrespectful and selfish, sure fair enough you become comfortable with a person enough to let them see what your really like but let me tell you something, if I had seen this before I got involved I wouldn’t have even considered this guy for a friend and that says a lot. How is it that the people we thought once to be a good match for us turn out to be people we actually cannot stand? I want to hear all the stories about people who have gone from date to hate and why. Also is it because people become so desperate not to be lonely and to have someone to call their own that we would consider going for the date that we will eventually hate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-5093926572744736596?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5093926572744736596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=5093926572744736596' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5093926572744736596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/5093926572744736596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-date-to-hate.html' title='From date to hate'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-8547927257501452142</id><published>2006-09-12T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:44:22.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we do for the people we love</title><content type='html'>Love will always be, for me, one of those forces stronger then anything I know and can understand, so it is easy for most to appreciate that when it comes to matters of the heart and the people in which we hold in it, that we will often behave in a way that is unusual or different in order to do things for those people. Many may not realise what you are doing, but even the smallest of gestures are acknowledged and thankful, for me its usually telling a white lie to my parents for my siblings, or lending someone a few extra dollars when they are in a tight jam. Greater gestures like holding back how you feel about one person to see them happy and letting go of something dear to you because its right and you want whats best for someone else does not always get seen or mentioned and therefore people cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; occasions I have done things for the people that i love in order to see them happy, to give them the benefit of the doubt, or simply because i would put them before myself without hesitation. Many months ago someone did that for me, this person showed me that love was possible beyond all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt; that it had vanished from this particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;, and although i did not notice at the time, i do now, I thank this person from the bottom of my heart, I can only imagine the pain, but i assure you it was worth it. If someone you love has done something for you that you believe ought to be recognised then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; waste another moment, thank them, because it is not always easy to do the thing we do for the people we love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-8547927257501452142?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8547927257501452142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=8547927257501452142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8547927257501452142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8547927257501452142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-we-do-for-people-we-love.html' title='The things we do for the people we love'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-8517402604329516220</id><published>2006-09-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:22:09.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta blogging</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents, the reason as to why I have not been posting comments is because I have been unable to post on blogs that have not been 'upgraded' to beta blogging, and have not been able to access some blogs, I will see if i can get the problem fixed, but in order to be able to comment you may need to upgrade, its basically the same thing, just a little modified. Thanks for understanding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-8517402604329516220?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8517402604329516220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=8517402604329516220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8517402604329516220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/8517402604329516220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/beta-blogging.html' title='Beta blogging'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115736105443051497</id><published>2006-09-04T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:10:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Aussie Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/untitled.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/untitled.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was filming an underwater documentary at Batt Reef near the Low Isles about 32 nautical miles off Port Douglas when the accident occurred. According to a Queensland Ambulance Service spokesman, a Cairns ambulance chopper made an emergency flight to an island in the area just after 11am today. An intensive care doctor and a paramedic attempted to treat the popular crocodile wrangler – who had a puncture wound in the left side of his chest - without success. He was pronounced dead on the island, and his body is now being flown to Cairns.Professor Geoff Jones, of James Cook University's Marine Biology Department, said he did not want not speculate on what Irwin was doing when struck by the stingray but that it must have been unusual. He said it was possible the barb alone – regardless of the stingray's toxin - had been responsible for the death. "It's a bit like being stabbed with a bayonet," he said. "If it stays in, you can survive, but if it's withdrawn, whipped in and out, then I don't think you can survive the bleeding." Irwin - known worldwide as the Crocodile Hunter - is famous for his enthusiasm for wildlife and his catchcry "Crikey!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=127456"&gt;http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=127456&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the saddest things I can recall in happening for Australia, rest in peace Steve Irwin, your "Crickey!" will be missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115736105443051497?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115736105443051497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115736105443051497' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115736105443051497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115736105443051497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip-aussie-icon.html' title='R.I.P Aussie Icon'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115683099278677128</id><published>2006-08-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:56:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“You loved Good Charlotte?!”</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to get creative, originally I was going to hack up the old wood door in the garage and make a book-self, but mum thought it would be better just to buy one, so I better be getting a book-self sometime soon or else the door gets it! Anyway I decided to change my room around, and I found all of old diaries from high-school and stuff and it flipped me out! So many good memories, searched for the albums that I used to listen to day in and out, keep in mind I was going through my ‘punk’ rebellious phase at the time. So I threw in the Good Charlotte (old ones, none of the new stuff) and I went mental, I was dancing and singing and thinking of all the good times past, it was awesome! Even back then I knew what I wanted to do, I wanted to go to uni and study and have awesome friends, boyfriend, have my own place and my car so I could up and leave whenever I wanted to mean three years ago I was listening to what was known as ‘punk’, had heaps of friends and all I wanted to do was go out and get smashed everyday, things didn’t go that way though. I still have similar goals now but I am thinking about what will I be like in three years from now? Now my goals and who I am is different, I listen to all genres of music I want to study more then anything, I have less friends (but closer ones), have the boyfriend, am so poor I cant even afford to go out once a week, no car, and I’m lucky if I drink once a month! Not that this is bad stuff…it actually worked out for the better! So I want to know what was everyone was like three years ago and did they end up the way they wanted to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115683099278677128?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115683099278677128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115683099278677128' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115683099278677128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115683099278677128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-loved-good-charlotte.html' title='“You loved Good Charlotte?!”'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115626204323886559</id><published>2006-08-24T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:25:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicey Pineapple is 1 today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sendabasket.co.nz/content/images/prod_small/wd901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="174" alt="" src="http://www.sendabasket.co.nz/content/images/prod_small/wd901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well ladies and gents its a year ago today that I started this blog, inspired by my dear friend Kara, so happy birthday to Spicey Pineapple. I started this blog so that I could express my opinions and thoughts and how I felt about certain issues, and I have done that, and I shall continue to do that, but it got me thinking, what has happened in the last year and all the things that I have written about, and all my readers, old and new. So I'd like to thank my readers, for taking the time out to come and read what I have had to write about, it means a great deal to me and also thanks for listening, I know sometimes I make up a lot of dribble or ramble on but thank you for putting up with me. This blog is something that I am proud of, if for no other reason then for the simple fact that it allows me to express me emotions and be heard and understood. So happy birthday to this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday is in order also for Jess a friend of mine for the past...Seven years, hope you have an awesome birthday chicky babe and many many more to come. And don't worry we shall make sure that this birthday is one that you will remember for a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this date marks a very special occasion for me, and I know the certain person reading this knows what I am talking about. Thank you, for putting up with me and being there for me, you don't know how much it means to me. I hope I can say this again in a years time. I love you, don't ever forget that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115626204323886559?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115626204323886559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115626204323886559' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115626204323886559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115626204323886559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/spicey-pineapple-is-1-today.html' title='Spicey Pineapple is 1 today!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115608730955425786</id><published>2006-08-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:21:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to be jealous</title><content type='html'>I was on MSN I saw that a mate of mine (vasa) was on so I said hello, got no reply, so I sent a nudge and I got a response, saying this is not vasa, so I figured it was either his mates or his brother, turned out to be some hacker who broke into his account because he wanted to find out if vasa was 'fake'. You see vasa is this great guy, very easy going and fun has a lot of friends has got a god family and attracts the ladies, and this guy was jealous and wanted to see if it was an act so he thought he'd ask one of his friends, and I happened to be the only person on vasa's MSN list at the time. Anyway this guy was going on about how much he hated vasa because vasa had everything going for him, this rubbed me the wrong way royally, I told him a little truth, I said 'vasa has worked hard for everything he has got and he deserves it because he is a genuine person', still this guy wouldn't give up, so naturally I cracked it and told him something along the lines of this; "stop being jealous and get over it, if there is something you don't like in your life you are the only one who can change it, some people are more fortunate then others but most of the time people have to work hard to have an abundance of good luck and good fortune come to them, its all about being a good person." so he got the message and logged off, anyway the point is that you shouldn't be jealous of what other people have, cause the likelihood of you having the same thing all comes down to a little elbow grease and some work. You want something to change then do it yourself and change it, life does not wait for you, time wont stand still so it is up to you to go and do something about it and for the love of Pete stop being jealous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115608730955425786?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115608730955425786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115608730955425786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115608730955425786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115608730955425786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-need-to-be-jealous.html' title='No need to be jealous'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115561106534303953</id><published>2006-08-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:04:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you wait for me?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents someone close to me had their partner leave them for trip overseas for approximately three months right, and I think that they left it as the person staying said; "go have fun with who ever and I will wait for you until you get back". I don't know about the rest of you, but I both like and dislike the idea, I like the fact that the person overseas has the freedom to...Sample the fruits of the world, but then again I dislike the idea, if you are with someone and you care about them is it appropriate when having that distance for that amount of time to actually go and have fun with other people? I mean is it possible to go overseas and not get some? I'm on the fence about the whole idea, see if it were me in the same place I'd say to my partner go and have fun, but then again it would depend on the circumstances, how long I have been with them, what kind of relationship we have, its hard, so my question to you is what would you do? Would you let your significant other go off and explore the world and all it has to offer alone and let them do as they please, or would you expect them to be faithful? Not only that, but what would you do in the mean time? Would you be allowed to go and have fun as you please, or will you be restricted because you are not sampling the fruits of the world and only the local ones? And it all comes down to the age old question, will you wait for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115561106534303953?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115561106534303953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115561106534303953' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115561106534303953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115561106534303953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-you-wait-for-me.html' title='Will you wait for me?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115531103940199168</id><published>2006-08-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:08:35.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/girafe.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/meerkats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/meerkats.jpg" width="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/rhino.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/monkey.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/antelope.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/antelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/lion.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/lion.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/camel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/camel.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blog is devoted to the way I feel about a special someone, the song is called: This is Love and performed by Radial Angel. Today was one of those amazing days that I spent doing something I love, not only that but it was with someone I love, it was magnificent, I couldn't ask for anything more amazing. I just wanted the day to never end, it was unfortunate it did, all I want to do is spend more amazing days like this one with the person I care to deeply about. I want to keep it 90 10, and nothing more, or less, I hope it stays that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115531103940199168?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115531103940199168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115531103940199168' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115531103940199168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115531103940199168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-love.html' title='This is love'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115511512461165909</id><published>2006-08-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:18:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is not always the best policy</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents, I'm really angry at the moment so if this piece is a little off and I seem as if I'm rambling pay bare with me the storey does have a point to it. When I was younger I used to lie to my parents, nothing big but the usual stuff, where I was going what I was doing and whom I was with, pretty basic stuff yeah. Well now that I'm older and (hopefully) a little wiser, I have stopped lying cause there is no need to anymore, anyways, for Saturday I had a brilliant plan to do something a my place, you know no one was going to be home, no parents no siblings no nothing, I thought to myself sweet! Anyways I had an idea in the back of my mind what I could do in my empty home and a very ingenious idea came to me, so I thought, instead of being all sneaky about it I'd tell mum to do the 'right' thing. I told her and you know what she said to me? NO! She gave me the crappiest reasons as well, its not like I was going to run a muck or anything like that but she said no all the same, I got really angry, I thought I could have done the dishonest thing and gotten away with it, but I did the respectful and right thing and I get told no! It really gets on my nerve, so ladies and gents my point to this storey is, if you want something done that wont harm anyone in anyway shape and form and you have to lie to do it, then it is better to lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115511512461165909?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115511512461165909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115511512461165909' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115511512461165909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115511512461165909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/honesty-is-not-always-best-policy.html' title='Honesty is not always the best policy'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115467747888275730</id><published>2006-08-04T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:46:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chrysalide44.free.fr/dotclear/images/doraetleminotaure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://chrysalide44.free.fr/dotclear/images/doraetleminotaure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lucky enough to go see the Picasso exhibition whilst its here in Melbourne (go have a look its amazing) and when I was looking at the pieces that were on display I began thinking about what gives people such inspiration to be so passionate about something, what different people may use as a muse to give them such inspiration. One of the things that I loved about the Picasso exhibition was the piece called: Dora Maar et le Minotaure, it got my mind working over time about muses Then I got to thinking about what gives me inspiration in my life, to want to push myself hard in order to be the person I wish to become and achieve everything I set out. My muse is a combination of several things that make me emotional, not only in a negative way, but more positive emotions, when I get passionate I like to express it and lately I have found that my muse is my little sister, my fatties and my partner. All tremendous people who give me strength and hope to be the best person I can possibly be, I owe them so much and when one day I am successful and fully content it will be because of them. Thank you guys, you don't know how much it means to me. I find I am drawn to people who have a light about them, something that makes them shine out above the rest, but that's just me. So what is everyone else passionate about, and what gives you so inspiration to be so passionate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115467747888275730?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115467747888275730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115467747888275730' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115467747888275730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115467747888275730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-muse.html' title='My muse'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115414009193781744</id><published>2006-07-29T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:28:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital system let down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/precious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday my little sister had a minor surgery performed on her and the procedure took place at the Royal Melbourne Hospital, she was asked to go in at 6:30 am and they did not take her into theatre until 10 am, the doctors estimated that surgery would take approximately 1.25 hours plus an additional half hour in the recovery room, so by 12 everything should be fine. 1 pm rolled around and still no word about if the opp was finished or if something had gone wrong, my parents enquired with a nurse to see what was happening, she couldn’t give her an answer, and my sister still wasn’t in the recovery room, so naturally my parents started to worry, at 1:30 still no word, again they enquired and again got no answers. At 1:45 they asked again, still nothing, mum wasn’t happy, so dad thought instead of sitting around they’d walk down to the recovery ward and try and get some answers directly, they walked around and waited and it wasn’t till 2:00 that she got out of the recovery room and mum and dad only knew this cause they saw her being wheeled into the rest room of the hospital. Not only did this happen but also my mum and dad weren’t allowed to stay with her for more then a few minutes even though Dani begged them to stick around, the nurse said no, visiting time wasn’t on till 6 pm. Mum wanted to check in on her after I had because it had been a few hours since she had seen her last and just wanted to see if everything went well surgery wise and if Dani needed anything, again the nurse kicked her out, mum was pissed! More time passed as we waited to see Dani again, and in the meantime mum asked all the nurses to see if the surgery had gone well and a few other questions, no one could give her answers, it seemed like no one had given a damn about informing the distressed loved ones of the people in the hospital. It wasn’t only us either; a man didn’t even get informed that his wife was okay after her surgery until 7 pm. Not only this but all patients that stayed over night were being kicked out by 7 am because the day surgery ward closed on the weekend at 9 am, patients cant even recover and they are already being kicked out the door. It honestly makes me sick how disgraceful this is, I know that other people have it worse, I know, and I know that it gets worse the further out you are in the country, but it shouldn’t happen anywhere at all, family members should be informed and someone should have been at least able to check on Dani considering that she is technically still a minor. Anyone else have any complaints about the public hospital system, because I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115414009193781744?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115414009193781744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115414009193781744' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115414009193781744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115414009193781744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/hospital-system-let-down.html' title='Hospital system let down'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115372917398983104</id><published>2006-07-24T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:24:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoring every moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Image022.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Image022.1.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are some things that are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Image018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Image018.1.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certain emotions are truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Image015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Image015.1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful emotions should cherished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115372917398983104?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115372917398983104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115372917398983104' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115372917398983104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115372917398983104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/adoring-every-moment.html' title='Adoring every moment'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115344593750028354</id><published>2006-07-21T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:38:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade places Mr. Howard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I got really angry when I was reading this: “The government is ramping up efforts to get Australians out of Lebanon, with plans to ship up to 6,500 to safety by Sunday following a barrage of criticism over rescue efforts.”, not only that but I slowly became enraged when I heard this: "It could be the largest movement of Australians overseas ever in our history, and I think the Department of Foreign Affairs has done a remarkable job in very difficult circumstances.” – PM John Howard. Now like I said I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I’d like to put Mr. Howard in the situation of those unfortunate innocent people who are in Lebanon at the moment and see how much faster the evacuation process gets. I’m not totally unreasonable I know it may be difficult but I’d also like to be sure that ALL measures are being taken to get people home safely.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the case for everyone though; thousands of innocent Lebanese people are in danger, their homes and their lives are in constant threat and for what? Is the loss of so many people, homes, lives important enough to sacrifice over an issue that cannot be agreed on? Why aren’t the leaders of these two countries sitting down right now and discussing what should be done in order to spare the people? It honestly makes me sick, war accomplishes nothing but heart ache and for those who start it and continue with it, it proves that they are lower then animals to do something so horrific not to the people who have ‘wronged’ them but to the thousands of innocents who are massacred in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for photo's and full article see: &lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=115253"&gt;http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=115253&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115344593750028354?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115344593750028354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115344593750028354' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115344593750028354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115344593750028354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/trade-places-mr-howard.html' title='Trade places Mr. Howard'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115323370679866522</id><published>2006-07-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:46:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song knows how I feel</title><content type='html'>Come back to bed by John Mayer &lt;a href="http://198.104.191.92/Berry/Images/empty%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 441px" height="378" alt="" src="http://198.104.191.92/Berry/Images/empty%20bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still is the life,&lt;br /&gt;Of your room when you're not inside&lt;br /&gt;And all of your things&lt;br /&gt;Tell the sweetest storey line.&lt;br /&gt;Your tears on these sheets&lt;br /&gt;And your footsteps down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I did&lt;br /&gt;I cant find where the moment went wrong at all&lt;br /&gt;You can be mad in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I take back what I said&lt;br /&gt;Just dont leave me alone here&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back to bed&lt;br /&gt;What will this fix?&lt;br /&gt;You know you're not a qucik forgive&lt;br /&gt;And I wont sleep through this&lt;br /&gt;I survive on the breath you are finished with&lt;br /&gt;You can be mad in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I take back what I said&lt;br /&gt;Just dont leave me alone here&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back to bed&lt;br /&gt;You can be mad in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Or the Afternoon instead&lt;br /&gt;But dont leave me&lt;br /&gt;98 and 6 degrees of seperation from you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Dont hold your love over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You ever feel that some song just depict your emotions almost to well I'm having one of those moment and it's driving me insane. I'm sorry baby please forgive me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115323370679866522?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115323370679866522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115323370679866522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115323370679866522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115323370679866522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-knows-how-i-feel.html' title='The song knows how I feel'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115295000170029259</id><published>2006-07-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:24:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My recipe for traditional insanity</title><content type='html'>r First you get a nonno with the knowledge of perfect sausage and salami making, add a crazy nonna who swears like mad but has a few tricks up her sleaves. You also add a quiet uncle, a crazy Francis (my dad), a photo opp mad me, to a cold garage, take the whole day to let this mixture simmer and by the end you should have a whole pile of sausage and salami (home made style) and that knowledge that 30g s/k m=good…or for those of you who don’t speak Francis; 30 grams of salt per every kilo of meat equals goodness to last a long while. All of that is a yearly tradition for my Italian family and it is seriously the best of fun. It’s one of those things I cherished growing up, as a kid the 5am wake up was great, I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to help out and be with my family. To this day I still love it, this tradition will live on after my nonni pass away because I will always remember what I was taught, the good time I had and my nonna’s nagging about how everyone didn’t eat enough, that’s what I call my recipe for traditional insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Nonnomix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Nonnomix.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/nonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/nonna.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/francis.0.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115295000170029259?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115295000170029259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115295000170029259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115295000170029259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115295000170029259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-recipe-for-traditional-insanity.html' title='My recipe for traditional insanity'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115267170862786685</id><published>2006-07-12T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:18:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do all good things come to and end?</title><content type='html'>Recently certain events have happened in my life, which have made me question something that has plagued the minds of many people for years then there are to count. This question is, do all good things come to an end, and as I was pondering this thought I have to be honest with you ladies and gents it scared the living day light out of me. The reason why I ask this question is because fortunately enough for me something wonderful has entered my life which I almost lost, due to my own stupidity, it made me think is this the reason why people refuse to enter a relationship with a special someone, and is this the reason behind why we keep things that we cherish so close to ourselves or some place we know that they will be protected, because we fear that it must end? Unfortunately for me I am a bit of a pessimist and a realist and I know that life throws its unexpected little surprises at everyone and it throws us of and most of the time it ruins something that we consider to be ‘good’ in pur lives. My something wonderful is not only good but it is flawless, not perfect, but its slight imperfections are a part and parcel of it and they are so small it makes it worth dealing with to have this something wonderful, I don’t want to lose it, but will I? This thought truly stirs the fear within me, yet at the same time I think of all the pleasantries in my life which have remained and become more precious to me due to life’s little unexpected obstacles. So I put my question out to my readers and the world, do you believe that all good things come to an end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115267170862786685?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115267170862786685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115267170862786685' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115267170862786685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115267170862786685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-all-good-things-come-to-and-end.html' title='Do all good things come to and end?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115211141727340253</id><published>2006-07-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:56:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all makes sense</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents, I was having a discussion with a friend of mine today on how I find men who believe it is perfectly fine for two women to be sexual with one another and not two men, to be absolutely irritating. Until this day I thought it to be pure ignorance and stupidity, then some light was shone upon my own misguided ignorance. It was it explained to me like this; 'men find it arousing for two women to kiss because we are attracted to females and because they are doing something sexual. Not because it is two women because we are attracted to women. We don't find males attractive and we do not find their sexual activity with one another as a turn on.' I almost kicked myself when I realized that I had never thought about the issue from this perspective, it all makes sense to me now. I realize that this is not the case for every male or female for that matter but it does explain why so many intelligent and open minded males do not find two males kissing appropriate. To all those people who I believed to be ignorant I apologize, for all others who are still ignorant, grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115211141727340253?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115211141727340253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115211141727340253' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115211141727340253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115211141727340253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-all-makes-sense.html' title='It all makes sense'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115192610704214235</id><published>2006-07-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:31:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU COOKIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/learntaboutbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/learntaboutbee.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog post is for my dear friend Cookie, who has made me one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received in my entire lifetime, no jokes. He is the coolest guy and very talented and although I have known him for five short days we have gotten along like a house on fire it feels like I've known him for five months. This is what he made me from all the information he has learnt about me in the past five days he managed to make me something that was spot on. Not only that but he has created his own Sinatra dedication site, its fantastic go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/planet/wweefed2006/Frank.htm"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/planet/wweefed2006/Frank.htm&lt;/a&gt;. And thank you Cookie for giving me one of the sweetest gestures, the more I get to know you, the cooler you become!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115192610704214235?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115192610704214235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115192610704214235' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115192610704214235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115192610704214235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you-cookie.html' title='THANK YOU COOKIE!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115154689631762067</id><published>2006-06-29T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:09:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sculpting</title><content type='html'>Relationships start off like a giant block of ice, we look at it from every angel and side and think of what we would like to mould this frozen structure into something beautiful. This is not an easy task, as we chisel away to create this thing of beauty, some of us a fortunate to make something grand, a few flaws here and there but nothing that is unbearably obvious, then there are those of us who keeping working the ice and manage to divide it and have two things or beauty one in which we work first until it is broken and we are unable to manage it much longer, and the second we find that we are able to live with despite a slight meltdown and a few cracks. The problem is when we are unable to make a thing of beauty and we continue to chisel until there is nothing left, we get on our hands and knees to try and scoop up the remains of what could of and should have been something beautiful. Our block of ice is not only ours to sculpt it takes a team effort to determine whether or not it will be a thing of beauty or we shall chisel to the size of an ice cube. The fact remains that we all have different views of beauty and the way we want to sculpt the ice, the key is to find a sculptor who shares a similar vision of beauty, someone who does not care for the judgment of what other people perceive as beautiful. Then together you can sculpt this vision you both share and despite its slight imperfections and cracks, when kept in the right condition this vision may be kept for as long as the two sculptors agree on its beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115154689631762067?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115154689631762067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115154689631762067' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115154689631762067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115154689631762067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/sculpting.html' title='Sculpting'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115131034539587921</id><published>2006-06-26T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:40:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO TRIP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Chimps.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Bluecrustatian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Bluecrustatian.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Bore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Bore.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Eagle.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115131034539587921?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115131034539587921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115131034539587921' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115131034539587921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115131034539587921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/zoo-trip_26.html' title='ZOO TRIP!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115078264964624854</id><published>2006-06-20T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:50:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate the player, hate the game</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents I hate game players, people who actively play mind games in order to manipulate people to get what they want. It's frustrating, confusing and down right pointless, especially for those people who are open and honest and don't beat around the bush about what it is that they want. When a person is caught out for trying to play games they usually turn around and say a phrase like: 'don't hate the player, hate the game". Most of us do hate the game! Who would invent such a thing as playing games like that, messing with a persons mind, you know what gets to me though? Despite how much we all hate it, we all take a part in it, some time or another in our lives we go and play games and only when it blows up in our face do we stop. Is there a true point to all this game playing when a person can be open and honest and still get what it is that they desire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115078264964624854?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115078264964624854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115078264964624854' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115078264964624854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115078264964624854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-hate-player-hate-game.html' title='Don&apos;t hate the player, hate the game'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115044358230542031</id><published>2006-06-16T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:39:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that people hack into others accounts, change their passwords so they cant get to their stuff? Tell me what kind of a low life does this? When a person has done nothing wrong and they try to get online to speak to friends and use things which are important which are held in an email account and they cant because some wanker has changed the password what do you do? You start all over again, and that just pissed me off, I haven't been having a very good week at all this is like icing on my shit cake. So if your reading this now, I have a message for you, crawl into a hole and die-thanks. I guess that's one bad thing about the net, that anyone can hac into anything if they really wanted...Truly nothing is safe, or sacred which is just sucky. When I turn around and say society sucks and people around say why, this is the reason! Luckily my blog is still intact, *phew* anyone got any ideas how I can back it up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115044358230542031?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115044358230542031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115044358230542031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115044358230542031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115044358230542031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/grrr.html' title='GRRR!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-115002898488793175</id><published>2006-06-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:29:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family are people too</title><content type='html'>I was raised with an all Italian background, and I was brought up with, not only the old Italian traditions and ways but also the implication that you should have respect for your elders and your family and even if they are wrong, however I was born and raised here in Australia with the attitude to be my own person and do my own thing whilst still having respect. Over the last few years I have grown with the knowledge, that my family and elders, although I love and respect them, are just people too, people can be stupid, ignorant and purely impossible to deal with, and with this in the back of my mind I have stood up to my family and elders time and time again. No matter how many times I get yelled out and put down I pick myself up again because I was born with a choice and the freedom to express my emotions and opinions, no one can hold me back when I have to get something off my chest. Tonight one of my parents demonstrated the cowardice of respecting your elders despite that what this elder does to one of my parents causes them great grief and in turn this parent lashes out at me and my sisters, not physically or even verbally, just gives us the vibe of superiority because they gave us life. It makes me sick, I had enough, tonight I turned around and said "you are jealous of me because I have the balls to do what you cant, just because you are my parent doesn't mean your not also a person, people make mistakes, grow some balls and stop being hurt by stupid people." it was hard and it hurt me because I know the suffering my parent has endured because of this traditional way of thinking. I am lucky because I have all the freedom's in the world and my parents are more educated then there forefathers and do not hold this tradition to such a high standard. I draw the line at being silent for respect, respect for a person who cannot return it to me because of my age, gender and family relation. I'm always going to argue and fight against ignorant and stupid people because I know that my family are just people too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-115002898488793175?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/115002898488793175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=115002898488793175' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115002898488793175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/115002898488793175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-family-are-people-too.html' title='My family are people too'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114972894538409291</id><published>2006-06-08T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:21:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLE OLE OLE!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you guys but I am absolutely pumped for the soccer, I cant wait I've got the whole thing mapped out, no really I do, it's going to be awesome. For me I have two teams which I hope to see go through to the finals or at least play to the greatest ability, Australia and Italy, but I'm going to be realistic and say this before anyone says it before me, there are some magnificent teams out there who I know are going to do exceedingly well. But I want to see as much of this as I possibly can! Who is everyone else routing for?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/3.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114972894538409291?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114972894538409291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114972894538409291' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114972894538409291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114972894538409291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/ole-ole-ole.html' title='OLE OLE OLE!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114932638139074587</id><published>2006-06-03T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:19:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the clicky</title><content type='html'>More then once in your life you will get asked the questions, what makes a person attractive and what physical attributes do you look for in a person? My response is that looks are not the most important thing, for me its all about the clicky. The clicky is having an attraction to someone, something that makes you stop and think about that person in a more then friendly manner. We are all different and we each of us has a different view of what constitutes as a good looking person, most of us aren't shallow and have a general view on what we think is attractive, so is it necessary to get the approval of society in order to think that someone is good looking in our own eyes and mind? The clicky is not only for physical purposes, a person can also be attractive and a generally nice and good person but there may be no other essence there, if this weren't true we'd all be dating our mates. So for me when it comes to deciding whether or not someone is going to be my friend or my friendlier it's all about the clicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114932638139074587?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114932638139074587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114932638139074587' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114932638139074587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114932638139074587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-all-about-clicky.html' title='It&apos;s all about the clicky'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114896650192032126</id><published>2006-05-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:37:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radial Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/untitled.1.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a little while now I have been wanting new musical talent to come in and shake things up a bit, I'm tired of drab music that doesn't sound good even after alteration and performers who should never do a live show. Today I was introduced to a band that I actually fell in love with after I heard their smash hit "She". The band is Radial Angel, which consists of; Tommy Perkins (drums) Jared Taber (vocals and guitar) Josh Evans (guitar) Eddie Jones(bass), four very talented guys who know exactly what they are doing. Their music is very easy listening and you can really connect with it. The band was born in 1999 and they have been doing well ever since. Don't just take my word for it though, check out their website (link above), check it out and tell me what you think, in the mean time happy listening ladies and gents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114896650192032126?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.radialangel.com/' title='Radial Angel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114896650192032126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114896650192032126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114896650192032126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114896650192032126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/05/radial-angel.html' title='Radial Angel'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114838742147050274</id><published>2006-05-23T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:30:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero's</title><content type='html'>There are many definitions for what a hero is. Some people consider their fav celebrities hero's, others turn to leaders in their religions there are even those people who turn fictional characters like Spiderman because they consider the morals, actions and good deeds behind him to be heroic. For me however and most other people left over from the other catergories our hero's are ordinary people who do not get put in the lime light and do good things everyday and make a difference in someone's life. For me I find that the Foo Fighters say it best in their song Hero when they say "there goes my hero, he's ordinary.", my hero is a person whom is selfless and has contributed to the happiness of many children. He is a brilliant doctor and a marvelous human being, my hero is Dr. Christopher Coombs. Who's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114838742147050274?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114838742147050274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114838742147050274' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114838742147050274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114838742147050274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/05/heros.html' title='Hero&apos;s'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114750914257360934</id><published>2006-05-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:19:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/dvdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/dvdcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently my dear friend Lisa got me onto a really good thing called The Shambles, a tv series on channel 31, featuring three crazy guys who one day got a little creative with a camera they won in a raffle. Sos, Valvo and Lynchy are possibly the funniest things on TV next to Bert Newton's illegitimate toupee. The DVD is chock full of great entertainment (funny shit) with the boys and their own random characters (viva SKYLINE MAN!). Lisa, Mia and I each keep a pet Shamble, deep in our loins (Lisa has dibs on Valvo so &lt;em&gt;step off&lt;/em&gt;, ladies)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;You can check out the new episodes on Wednesday at 7:30 pm channel 31 and repeats&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA SHAMBLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114750914257360934?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114750914257360934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114750914257360934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114750914257360934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114750914257360934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/05/shambles.html' title='The Shambles'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114670581767404244</id><published>2006-05-04T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:45:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much too soon.</title><content type='html'>I believe that when two people are both ready and comfortable that they should engage in sexual activities, some take their time and wait for the opportune moment whilst others get straight down to business. Lately I've noticed that there are more males out there who are willing to wait with the ‘right’ girl and more girls whom are willing engage in sexual activities because they believe this is a way to find and keep a man. I know at times we give into our hormonal urges and sometimes get swept up in the moment, but when a previous relationship has ended because there was too much too soon don’t you think we ought to have learnt? I do believe that in a relationship, which both parties want to make the relationship work, that restraint is most definitely possible and a good thing. More often then not women tend to like men who show a certain amount of restraint for the first few dates and in return men generally respect women who also show restraint but leave them wanting more. When two people who are just starting to get to know one another I think it is then when they should show most restraint, unless under certain circumstances. The question is how does a person tell, when wanting to give into their hormones and urges, that it is too much and actually puts a person off. When all is said and done it becomes too late and people’s views and opinions change of one another and we are still left to ponder what is too much to soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114670581767404244?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114670581767404244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114670581767404244' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114670581767404244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114670581767404244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/05/too-much-too-soon.html' title='Too much too soon.'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114645944629587980</id><published>2006-05-01T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:57:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning</title><content type='html'>This new month for me is going to be a big one, I have shed myself of all my bad habits and I am going to start fresh with a new positive look on life. Sick of being in a horrible slump I decided that it was time to get rid of my bad habits, binge eating, swearing and bad people in my life and replacing them with, a healthier eating plan, no swearing and meeting new fresh faces to rid myself of the old. I think its for the best, its not going to be easy but I think that I shall come out of it a better person...Or learning something either way its good wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114645944629587980?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114645944629587980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114645944629587980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114645944629587980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114645944629587980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114623634881261132</id><published>2006-04-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:21:32.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.collegetowncandy.com/images/latex_pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="381" alt="" src="http://www.collegetowncandy.com/images/latex_pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to Sera (my sister) who is 20 today I hope you have a great birthday and you party hard and enjoy every moment of it. I wish you all the best and lots of love...And cake...Every fatty needs cake! mmm...rumballs. I know I missed your birthday celebration this year but I shall make up for it next year and all the other years to come, Izzy and I shall take you out for many a boozing nights! So happy birthday, love pumbi xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next birthday wishes goes to my two very dear friends Fadi and Ayman (the twins who arent really twins). Two of my dearest friends that I have I hope both of your birthdays are great and you celebrate them well and enjoy yourselves. I hope both of your birthdays are filled with love, fun and all around good times. Try and behave yourselves cause I don't want crazy stories of the two of you being arrested. Love your friend belinda xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114623634881261132?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114623634881261132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114623634881261132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114623634881261132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114623634881261132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/many-birthday-wishes.html' title='Many birthday wishes'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114606328304886506</id><published>2006-04-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:16:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great novels with justifying films</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend Lisa and I always get onto the topic of novels and movies, and together we have agreed that there have been some novels which have, more then successfully, been turned into movies, some of those movies almost outshine the novel from where the inspiration was drawn from. Undoubtedly there are many films based upon novels that should never have been created in the first place but there truly are some greats, in my opinion these are a few of the best novel based films I have seen:&lt;br /&gt;Clockwork Orange The Godfather Lolita Interview with the Vampire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/cwo.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/cwo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/gf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/gf.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/lo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/lo.png" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/iwtv.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/200/iwtv.1.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114606328304886506?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114606328304886506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114606328304886506' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114606328304886506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114606328304886506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-novels-with-justifying-films.html' title='Great novels with justifying films'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114586110585477426</id><published>2006-04-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:22:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read this and laughed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.upstyledown.com/celebrities/katie-homes-and-tom-cruise-baby-name-fuck-up/" rel="bookmark" nicetitle="Permanent Link to Katie Homes And Tom Cruise Baby Name Fuck Up"&gt;Katie Homes And Tom Cruise Baby Name Fuck Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Tom Cruise and Katie Homes have went and done? (It has something to do with naming their baby) Their choice to name their spawn Suri has confused translators because there is no record of the name meaning princess in Hebrew. It officially can mean 2 things: Go away or some one from Syria. Who thinks Tom and Katie were in Syria when they met a bunch of people telling them to go away? Tom probably took that as a compliment since he still doesnt understand we dont like him, and stole the name (just like he stole Katie). Want to hear what an actual Hebrew expert (Jonathan Went) said? I think its fair to say they have made a mistake here. There are variations of the way the Hebrew name for princess is spelled but I have never seen it this way. Suri also means pointy nose in some Indian dialects and pickpocket in Japanese. Congratulations! Your kid is now going to get more grief than Apple or Moses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just to funny not to be shared =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114586110585477426?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114586110585477426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114586110585477426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114586110585477426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114586110585477426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-read-this-and-laughed.html' title='I read this and laughed'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114567674947451718</id><published>2006-04-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:32:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do old habits die hard?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents I want to know why it is that after being rejected by someone who is, without a doubt, a not so nice human being we turn to our ex's? We turn to them in hope that they will not reject us and reassure us, we abandon hope of finding someone who is better suited for us and turn to the people we have already discarded in relationships? Is it because there is security and stability and we know what to expect? Is it that because there are still lingering embers after the flame has died down? Instead of being hopeful and not letting one loser get us down we let it affect us, at least once in our life time, thus turning to people whom we believe will not reject us despite the history you have had with this person, it does not matter that if at the end of your previous relationships you loathed the person so long as they did not reject you we consider this reasoning. When will we learn that there are better and great things out there and we don't have to continue with our old habits and just let them die instead of dying hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114567674947451718?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114567674947451718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114567674947451718' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114567674947451718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114567674947451718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-do-old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Why do old habits die hard?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114500946071180344</id><published>2006-04-14T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:26:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus vs Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumb1.webshots.com/s/thumb2/8/57/81/65085781IBZMQu_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="180" alt="" src="http://thumb1.webshots.com/s/thumb2/8/57/81/65085781IBZMQu_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many people believe nowadays that Easter has no longer about the death of Jesus and it has become another comercialised holiday and an extra long weekend, I'm on the fence on this one. I agree that over the years Easter (like Christmas) has become less about religion and Jesus and more about chocolate and a long weekend however if you watch the news and the Festivities that are held the spirit of Easter still remains. For me Easter has become not about Jesus or about a long weekend, for me it is about family, spending time with loved ones which I rarely get to see and just enjoying my family and I think it has become this way for more people. No matter whether it is about the religious aspect or Friday off have a happy and safe Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114500946071180344?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114500946071180344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114500946071180344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114500946071180344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114500946071180344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/jesus-vs-easter-bunny.html' title='Jesus vs Easter Bunny'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114423105520069543</id><published>2006-04-05T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:26:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tabula-rasa.info/HorrorImages/AmericanPsycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="279" alt="" src="http://www.tabula-rasa.info/HorrorImages/AmericanPsycho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Bret Easton Ellis’s ‘American Psycho’ I got to thinking about how many people in the world exist and live like, Ellis’s protagonist, Patrick Bateman. People who lead seemingly ‘normal’ lives and yet once away from the publics view perform acts in which are considered, by society, to be heinous, people like doctors whom molest, teachers who are paedophiles, politicians that make exceptionally dirty dealings in order to gain power. Society looks down upon these people more so then others because they are supposed to be ‘educated’ and know the difference between what is and isn’t acceptable behaviour. The question is how many people like Patrick Bateman exist and move amongst society without being noticed and caught, the thought alone scares me, people need to think about it realistically, how many rapes and sexual assaults go unnoticed because people are too afraid to speak up against offenders whom are seemingly ‘regular’ and ‘respectable’ citizens? It’s an unnerving thought but one we must think about, what happens to all those people that disappear without a trace, do they face horrible accidents that could not be avoided or do they become victims of (all the people like) Patrick Bateman’s seduction never to be seen again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114423105520069543?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114423105520069543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114423105520069543' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114423105520069543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114423105520069543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-psycho.html' title='American Psycho'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114369901143879343</id><published>2006-03-30T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:12:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These photo's were taken from someone else's blog but she has allowed me to post them on mine because I think that they are amazing and everyone should appreciate the beauty of the photos, for more click the link they really are amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/from_behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/from_behind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elizabethportraits.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elizabethportraits.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114369901143879343?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114369901143879343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114369901143879343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114369901143879343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114369901143879343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114328328845292178</id><published>2006-03-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:41:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size doesn't count</title><content type='html'>I was having a discussion with my friend Sam about the size of the male penis and how it does not matter what size it is and that the only reason why girls ask about size is because guys do it first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Belinda says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys make a big thing about knowing the bust size and some have lead to believe that size in the bust is important so to make you males feel insecure we ask the same thing but not about your bust about your penis. In reality most men are happy with breasts no matter the size and women are happy with the penis so long as the male has some skill and knowledge on how to put it to use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my two cents on the topic anyways, let me know what you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114328328845292178?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114328328845292178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114328328845292178' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114328328845292178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114328328845292178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/size-doesnt-count.html' title='Size doesn&apos;t count'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114320572856485507</id><published>2006-03-24T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:08:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsider looking in</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what the people outside looking in thing of you and your life? When all they see is laughter and good times and yourself being happy as long that they do not get to see the things that happen behind closed doors? When all we want is for someone on the outside to have a glimpse at our life so that they can &lt;u&gt;truly&lt;/u&gt; relate to our issues and all the things we suffer under? We look at people and expect them to have a better life only because no one on the other side of the pane of glass. When do we stop being the outsiders looking in and become the viewers inside the closed doors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114320572856485507?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114320572856485507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114320572856485507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114320572856485507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114320572856485507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/outsider-looking-in.html' title='Outsider looking in'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114286518183973091</id><published>2006-03-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:37:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUNDREDTH POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/1cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/400/1cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well ladies and gents it has finally come to that point where I have reached my hundredth post and let me tell you something it was so easy to get here, if you haven't realized by now I always have something to say and report. Don't worry there will be many many more posts to come after this one. Let me get a little serious for a moment though I am one of the lucky people though who has a right to freedom of speech and opinion and many people don't, I think we all take that for granted sometimes so I am grateful to be in this time, at this place being me. Freedom of expression is a wonderful gift, waste not, put your mind and opinions out into the world. vivir con meido's es como vivir a medias- a life lived in fear is a life half lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114286518183973091?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114286518183973091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114286518183973091' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114286518183973091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114286518183973091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hundredth-post.html' title='MY HUNDREDTH POST!'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114264917434002743</id><published>2006-03-18T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:33:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents it finally happened I went to next and it was....fucking awesome! I don't remember when I have had such an awesome time like I did Thursday night/ Friday morning. The thing that made it for me though was that I was in the best company so thanks to: Mia, Lisa, Sam (Urchy), Kara and the people I ended up at maccas with in the morning (names listed plus) Daniel (fishy), David, Ana, Sophie....And random guy wearing a H.I.M t-shirt. Next is an 'alternative' club which has three levels metal room (lowest level), the balcony (hang area), and then on the same floor there was the punk room and then the retro room (viva la retro room!) drinks are reasonably priced there was only one bad thing about the whole night......The twirly narrow stairs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114264917434002743?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114264917434002743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114264917434002743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114264917434002743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114264917434002743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114226583579219247</id><published>2006-03-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:03:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Bite Sonnet- Max Phillips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/0349108064.01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/0349108064.01.0.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lash of brightness catches you off guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in childhood. It completes you. You change size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in dreams of smelly water, catch your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impersonating something bright and hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as sun and moon wear hot grooves in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you lurch toward conclusion. Here your strange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;illumined limbs betray you. You must change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unrestingly now. You, swollen and sly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must welcome turmoil as a central friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who plies her fangs of difference through your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you're anyone's to take apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And noe you're anyone's to find and mend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will not understand, but will endure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snakebite, and never dreaming of a cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114226583579219247?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114226583579219247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114226583579219247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114226583579219247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114226583579219247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/snake-bite-sonnet-max-phillips.html' title='Snake Bite Sonnet- Max Phillips'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114226024809383457</id><published>2006-03-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:30:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholics In Boston Will Not Have Adoption Services</title><content type='html'>I came across a blog with an article that made me so mad I wrote the longest comment I think I ever had in response to some jerk check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c114220948199598752"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Chris said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You write about the adoption matter as though it is a social service, rather than a family affair. What of the child who may prefer to have one parent of each sex? Try assuming that the church may have thought the matter through, having many years experience. Then see how it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933627" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Belinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris how could you say that? I mean really the church is prehistoric and its believe and its belief systems are so old that there are very few people who can live by the way of the church and not be classified as 'sinners'. I for one believe that if person(s) whom can love and provide for a child and raise that child in a matter where they go on to lead a healthy life then who is to say that people who can physically produce their own child should not have a child that was not wanted in the first place? How many children in the world are abandoned by heterosexual couples and how many more are raised in a manner where that child turns out to have a poor life? Think about it if same sex couples or single people wish to adopt a child and raise it in a way that every child deserves to brought up in (healthy and happy) then why the hell not? bugger the church, would they rather see thousands of children suffer and die then have two loving people take care of it realistically? How can saving a child from years of heart ache from not having loving parents possibly be bad or a sin?By the way you have an excellent blog here keep up the good work. Feel free to come and visit my blog also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes an interesting point I have to admit but still grrr....For the full article check out the blog its self at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://northwoodsguys.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://northwoodsguys.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114226024809383457?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114226024809383457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114226024809383457' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114226024809383457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114226024809383457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/catholics-in-boston-will-not-have.html' title='Catholics In Boston Will Not Have Adoption Services'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114215664245658125</id><published>2006-03-12T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:44:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parentals discovered the tattoo</title><content type='html'>Okay so went to the beach with the parentals and my dad discovered my tattoo, usually its concealed considering where it is on my body, anyway I was freaking out I thought he was going to kill me, he just looked at me and said how disappointed he was. He then went over to my mum and I thought for sure he was going to tell her and she would have massacred me especially because we have been arguing like all hell lately, but she didn't come over to me screaming so I thought perhaps he didn't tell her. Then mum came out of the water and she came over and was like "bee do you have a tattoo?" thinking that my dad was joking but I nodded....She just said let me see it, I showed her and then showed dad. She hesitated and then said "why do you do silly things for?" she then paused for a second after that and then she rips out "so does this mean some guy saw your punani?" she laughed and I laughed but then we were all fine about it. I lied to them a little though, they asked me when I got it and I said when I was 18 instead of 16...I think they took it better with the lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114215664245658125?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114215664245658125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114215664245658125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114215664245658125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114215664245658125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/parentals-discovered-tattoo.html' title='Parentals discovered the tattoo'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114199896480920976</id><published>2006-03-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:56:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart or Head?</title><content type='html'>Most people in life get through it by using both their heart and head to deal with matters, the heart being our emotions, what we feel and the head being our logic, knowledge and facts. This is all very basic and it works when these two things cooperate with one another. But what happens when the heart says one thing and your head says the complete opposite? There are times when we should just stop using our heads and go with our hearts yet there is also times when we need to stop using our hearts and use our heads. What should we do when these occasions arise listen to the heart or the head? Does the heart conquer all or shall the mind prevail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114199896480920976?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114199896480920976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114199896480920976' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114199896480920976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114199896480920976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/heart-or-head.html' title='Heart or Head?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114192593116704870</id><published>2006-03-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:46:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends who look similar to celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/ben%20bryce.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/ben%20bryce.1.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/benleereal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/benleereal.1.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my dear friend Bryce who just happens to look like Ben Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/school%20girl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/snece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/snece.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/the_veronicasmia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/the_veronicasmia.0.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mia and the Veronicas, isn't the resemblance striking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Goodlooking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Goodlooking.0.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/cuddy%20hoff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/cuddy%20hoff.0.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Goodlooking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cuddy and the Hoff, they share the same first name and the same hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/m.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/kkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/kkkk.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bfcgroup.com/helluvatough/t_ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my new freind Daryl and Mr T, little freaky huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/AdamGrohl.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/AdamGrohl.1.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/h%20bubg.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/h%20bubg.1.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adam and Dave Grohl, inspiration by poster in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114192593116704870?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114192593116704870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114192593116704870' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114192593116704870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114192593116704870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friends-who-look-similar-to.html' title='My friends who look similar to celebrities'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114182129659032766</id><published>2006-03-08T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:39:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why dont we wear gumboots anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tip.net.au/~bnoble/gallery4/fs/Gumboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tip.net.au/~bnoble/gallery4/fs/Gumboots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; This is a conversation I had with my friend James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James says: I like it to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Belinda says: I like winter, I enjoy rain, I enjoy being caught in the rain and I wish I had a pair of yellow gum boots&lt;br /&gt;James says: ahhh I remember gum boots&lt;br /&gt;James says:why do we stop wearing them?&lt;br /&gt;Belinda says:I don't know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we stop wearing gumboots? I for one love to take strolls in the rain and get caught in it, its soothing and it seems so childlike and innocent one of the few simple pleasures in life....so why did I stop wearing gumboots? Perhaps it is because that it does not seem acceptable for an older person to be splashing around in rain water. or perhaps we have simply chosen to believe that this childlike behavior is to simple and innocent to be displayed and acted out in the 'adult' world. I can think of many reasons but I want to know why other think we stop wearing gumboots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114182129659032766?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114182129659032766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114182129659032766' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114182129659032766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114182129659032766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-dont-we-wear-gumboots-anymore.html' title='why dont we wear gumboots anymore?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114178705919780835</id><published>2006-03-08T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:04:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People in relationship's</title><content type='html'>When we find someone who we can stand and actually get along with we get excited you know what I am talking about. The excitement that comes when you really like someone and you believe that there is some form of future in it for you, this person brings out emotions that make you smile uncontrollably and make you want to be with this person ALL the time its great. However our paranoiac and uncertainties make us freak out and think the worst...What if they find someone better, what if this relationship is one sided in the emotional status...All these things that we ponder will actually destroy the relationship before it has time to become something wonderful. I think we must let go of our fears and just go with the flow, because if we spend our time freaking out we will never enjoy the relationship we have with that special someone. People should not be afraid to express their emotions and realize that it is a better thing to be honest about how you are feeling rather the keeping it all inside. Relationships are a great thing especially when its two wonderful people who genuinely like each other. Some of us are not so fortunate to end up with great people in great relationships...Some of us land ourselves in horrible situation where we have 'forbidden' love and love which is unacceptable. For all those lucky couples cherish what you have and don't kill the potential romance and fantastic relationship by stressing out....It may be the very thing that makes you lose that special someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114178705919780835?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114178705919780835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114178705919780835' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114178705919780835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114178705919780835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-in-relationships.html' title='People in relationship&apos;s'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114178594206783911</id><published>2006-03-08T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:23:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many fringes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/emuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/emuuuuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay for those of you people who don't know what an emo is I'll give you a little description that mia and I defined it as:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo: an emotional punk that slits it wrists dyes its hair black and several unnatural colours and covers one side of its face with a fringe in order to gain attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find emo's by going onto myspce and looking at the many many fringes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.myspace.com"&gt;www.myspace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114178594206783911?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114178594206783911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114178594206783911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114178594206783911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114178594206783911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-many-fringes.html' title='So many fringes'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114156938575249825</id><published>2006-03-05T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:36:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand people who have faith</title><content type='html'>I applaud people with faith, I think it is a very hard thing first of all obtain and then maintain because I am a person of very little faith. I have minor faith in people, a tiny bit religiously but none when it comes to society as a whole. I want to know how people do it to have faith when there is so much shit going on all around the globe. How can anybody possibly have faith in people when so many people that are supposed to love, support and be there for us let us down time and time again. I am not totally pessimistic, I have reopened my heart and my willingness to give people another chance, only to have my trust destroyed once again. I just don't understand it, sometimes I look at people with faith and I shake my head thinking that they must be insane to have faith when there is so much let down, its not wise to develop unrealistic expectations with people and life and yet if we don't have faith and shut ourselves away from the world and all its "glory" then we have no chance in being surprised of the delivery of sup[rise and something to renew faith. Someone give me some light on this because right now I'm lingering in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114156938575249825?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114156938575249825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114156938575249825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114156938575249825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114156938575249825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-understand-people-who-have_05.html' title='I don&apos;t understand people who have faith'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114134253187798832</id><published>2006-03-03T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:35:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with you</title><content type='html'>sittin on the beach&lt;br /&gt;the Island King of love&lt;br /&gt;deep in Fijian seas&lt;br /&gt;seep in some blissful dream&lt;br /&gt;were the goddess finally sleeps&lt;br /&gt;in the lap of her lover&lt;br /&gt;subdued in all her rage&lt;br /&gt;and I'm aglow with the taste&lt;br /&gt;of the dreams driven out&lt;br /&gt;and happily repacked with the presence of real love the only one that somes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a world where people live and die with grace&lt;br /&gt;the Kormic ocean dried up and leave no trace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I see a sky full of stars that change our minds and lead us back to a world we would not face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stillness in your eyes convince me&lt;br /&gt;that I, i don't know a thing&lt;br /&gt;and I been around the world&lt;br /&gt;and I tasted all the wine&lt;br /&gt;a half a billion times&lt;br /&gt;came sickened to your shores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114134253187798832?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114134253187798832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114134253187798832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114134253187798832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114134253187798832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/dance-with-you.html' title='Dance with you'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114122173269669494</id><published>2006-03-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:02:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have crazy great friends, good being home from the sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mia looking at me as if she wants to smash my phone and cuddy's hair mmm...fuzzy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/karanjonjon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/karanjonjon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kara and jonny being crazy and themselves (love you guys)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/miacuddypeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/miacuddypeter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mia, cuddy and peter sqishing in for a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/jonnkara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/jonnkara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kara picking jonathan up literally lol&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/karacuddytv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that is cuddy and kara humping the tv lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114122173269669494?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114122173269669494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114122173269669494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114122173269669494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114122173269669494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-crazy-great-friends-good-being.html' title='I have crazy great friends, good being home from the sticks'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114121917225241706</id><published>2006-03-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:19:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the sticks</title><content type='html'>After having spent four days living in a trailer park I realize how lucky I am. I was living in the sticks, no movie theater in a twenty km radius and I has surrounded by hillbillys I was so expecting so guy called cletus or Billy bob to rock up at the door and try and offer me a beer. Don't get me wrong I have nothing against people who live in caravans, but I die have a thing agaisnt them when all they do is play country music when I have no computer or a home phone line (so grateful for my mobile) I will never be out there that long again. I missed my friends and civilization you think I am exaggerating don't you? Well let me tell you something there were no emo's, no muzza's and not even a shopping complex in a 20km radius....I got a little freaked out. Although all of this was for a good cause I will never g back to living in the sticks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114121917225241706?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114121917225241706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114121917225241706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114121917225241706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114121917225241706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-in-sticks.html' title='Living in the sticks'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114121822499484247</id><published>2006-03-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:11:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday's of two very special people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday Dani, well your sixteen now, I remember what I was like when I was sixteen so I thought I would write you this little message. Danielle you are a wonderful compassionate brilliant girl and I couldn't be prouder to have you for a little sister, you fill my life with joy and love amongst many headaches but that's okay because your sweet. Remember if ever you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk about your boy problems I am always here for you. I hope you have an awesome birthday because you deserve it. Love always your big sister Belinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Kara! lol now that your eighteen I can finally take you out hooray I hope you had a great birthday you deserve it especially because of all you have endured lately and don't forget you have many many wonderful friends who love you and who want to take you out! I'm looking forward to Friday its going to be an awesome party and yes there will be many drunk photo's. I'm so glad it's your birthday because it gives me an oppertunity to appreciate the day of your birth which is also the day one of my best friends was born. Love you doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114121822499484247?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114121822499484247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114121822499484247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114121822499484247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114121822499484247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthdays-of-two-very-special-people.html' title='Birthday&apos;s of two very special people'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114079040216408484</id><published>2006-02-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:13:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck Tanya and Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Image008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/400/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the wedding of my good family friend Tanya and her fiance Mark, they are a wonderful couple so may they have a long a fulfilling life together as husband and wife. I am so excited for the wedding it's going to be amazing, good luck guys and congratulations on the wedding and for finding each other, you are both amazing people and after all you have been through lately I hope your wedding and marriage is extra special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114079040216408484?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114079040216408484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114079040216408484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114079040216408484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114079040216408484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-luck-tanya-and-mark.html' title='Good luck Tanya and Mark'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114074106585294648</id><published>2006-02-24T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:31:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck between a rock and a hard place</title><content type='html'>People I know and love are getting hurt all around me and it sucks, one person is getting upset for the exclusion of the last few adventures, another because of a broken heart and two people out of guilt. These things are not a good combination and I am facing them all and trying to find a away to deal with them and believe you me its not easy. I don't know what to do....The last thing I ever want to do is hurt any of these people because they are all great but its not easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114074106585294648?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114074106585294648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114074106585294648' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114074106585294648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114074106585294648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/02/stuck-between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Stuck between a rock and a hard place'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114062384210927904</id><published>2006-02-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:57:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is one thing to exist and another to live</title><content type='html'>So I was talking with Lisa and I ripped out this quote that I have been using for a little while and I have only just realized how true it is. To exist is to be apart of this world be a alive in some shape or form but to actually live is another act totally different from existing. To live we must engaged in everyday life and not be afraid and not be misanthropic and treasure life because it is precious. We should try and not to fear hurt and rejection because there are many ways to come back from it. it is a far better thing to accept rejection and loss then to be afraid your entire life and wonder about if only's. We must seize our opportunities and go ahead into the world or else when we are old and wrinkled what will have to reflect on if we had only existed and not lived?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114062384210927904?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114062384210927904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114062384210927904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114062384210927904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114062384210927904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-one-thing-to-exist-and-another.html' title='It is one thing to exist and another to live'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114062318441714106</id><published>2006-02-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:46:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day.....eight now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/1600/Mianlisancudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6075/1456/320/Mianlisancudy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last eight days I have seen cuddy and for the past six days I have seen mia and lisa and you know what I am still not sick of them we go on these random adventures as we do and just hang out we are all equals and we have a great time I usually hasnt spend more then a couple of days with someone but now I realize that I couldn't because it wasn't the right kind of company. I am a very lucky person to have my three amigo's around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114062318441714106?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114062318441714106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114062318441714106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114062318441714106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114062318441714106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/02/dayeight-now.html' title='Day.....eight now'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15660931.post-114032816160039391</id><published>2006-02-19T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:49:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's' getting married and she's how old?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that so many people are getting married engaged and even having kids at a really young age, its freaks me out. Its like kids having kids ...The blind leading the blind. My friend recently came back from over seas and the first thing I asked him was if he was engaged (he wasn't), but it freaked me out girls as young as me are going over-seas and getting married. Now we all know I am one for love but its just weird, I mean I think in order to get married and have kids you need life experience behind you and if you do fall in love at a young age what's wrong with being engaged for a few years? I don't even want a guy to ask me to marry him until I am at lest twenty-three, I think its to young other wise. And for someone your going to spend the rest of your life with you know there is no rush....I think people need to think about these life chaning decsions and that way divorce rates will go down, my two cents for that topic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15660931-114032816160039391?l=spiceypineapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/feeds/114032816160039391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15660931&amp;postID=114032816160039391' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114032816160039391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15660931/posts/default/114032816160039391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiceypineapple.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-getting-married-and-shes-how-old.html' title='She&apos;s&apos; getting married and she&apos;s how old?'/><author><name>spicey pineapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05448952675834585495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.islandwaste.co.uk/images/pineapple.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
