<?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-9216750482241119759</id><updated>2011-12-07T01:24:45.929-08:00</updated><category term='Ramblings.'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Polyvore'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Fairytales'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Pictures.'/><category term='my photography'/><category term='Films'/><category term='Story. Pictures.'/><category term='Old Hollywood'/><category term='Words.'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Video'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Pocket Full Of Posies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-1408734528256194356</id><published>2011-05-20T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:46:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrgsBh50IYw/Tdbtido-rjI/AAAAAAAABHs/QX4rgqgyoBM/s1600/tumblr_lhjcfkaSkb1qbppu1o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrgsBh50IYw/Tdbtido-rjI/AAAAAAAABHs/QX4rgqgyoBM/s320/tumblr_lhjcfkaSkb1qbppu1o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning back to blogger my darlings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you are all well and will eagerly await my ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-1408734528256194356?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1408734528256194356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=1408734528256194356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1408734528256194356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1408734528256194356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-returning-back-to-blogger-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrgsBh50IYw/Tdbtido-rjI/AAAAAAAABHs/QX4rgqgyoBM/s72-c/tumblr_lhjcfkaSkb1qbppu1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-780619102329777194</id><published>2010-07-06T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:57:55.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You began to cry, just crying. The deep and ugly kind, the   kind you lose yourself in; though you’re thanking God that no one has to   see how rubbed and blotched your face becomes. Though, some detached   part of you also wishes there was someone there to see you now, to see   and understand just how sad you are at heart. They don’t see it and of   course, you would never show them that side of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-780619102329777194?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/780619102329777194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=780619102329777194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/780619102329777194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/780619102329777194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/07/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-8944461594108651018</id><published>2010-06-21T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:43:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially  when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string  tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in  a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance  between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall  bleed inwardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Charlotte Brontë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-8944461594108651018?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8944461594108651018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=8944461594108651018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8944461594108651018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8944461594108651018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/06/jane-eyre-sometimes-i-have-strangest.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3886339917240616552</id><published>2010-06-16T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:19:17.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to  each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience,  the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't  big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the  hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by  Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3886339917240616552?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3886339917240616552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3886339917240616552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3886339917240616552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3886339917240616552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-like-to-see-people-reunited-i-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-9061892746568761647</id><published>2010-06-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:12:42.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Dahl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And above all, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; with glittering eyes the whole world around you  because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely  places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-9061892746568761647?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/9061892746568761647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=9061892746568761647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/9061892746568761647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/9061892746568761647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/06/mr-dahl.html' title='Mr Dahl'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6924057668269347681</id><published>2010-05-24T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:47:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Each of us has something that we can give.&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;The trick is to find it and use it,&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;to find it and give it away.&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;So there will be always more.&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;We can be lights for each other,&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;and through each other's illumination&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;we will see the way.&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;Each of us is a seed,&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;a silent promise,&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;and it is always spring&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;-Merle Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6924057668269347681?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6924057668269347681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6924057668269347681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6924057668269347681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6924057668269347681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-fallen-out-of-love-with-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-781168600690826988</id><published>2010-04-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:50:14.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A warm breeze through my window like a gentle wave  lapping the sandy shore in summer at low tide, and as I took in a breath  of air that blanketed my body like tall grass in a field I felt for  just that moment in time, like I did when I was a child. I felt that I  had not one worry, not one burden, nothing was on my mind accept that  breeze, that made the curtains swell like balloons&lt;br /&gt;-Christina  Pagliarulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question: What little things remind you of being a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meg&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&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/9216750482241119759-781168600690826988?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/781168600690826988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=781168600690826988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/781168600690826988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/781168600690826988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/04/warm-breeze-through-my-window-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-8070911194386329624</id><published>2010-04-20T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:26:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x44.xanga.com/c7ae466bd8d34248546475/z188658535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Great Grandmother passed on the 9th. It seems she died of a broken heart and gave up. She just celebrated her 90th and I'm ever so lucky I had 18 years with the both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're together now and at peace. 68 years of marriage and the best Grandparents I could ever hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets put a little sunshine back into this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-8070911194386329624?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8070911194386329624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=8070911194386329624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8070911194386329624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8070911194386329624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-4893696175464787337</id><published>2010-04-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:32:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x54.xanga.com/315f045140433230244599/z181434146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And so I  fell. And I fell forever and so quickly at the same time, daydreaming  whole novellas in the half a second it took me to fall, yet for one  reason or another I never hit the ground. I landed in the arms of all  those I had ever loved, of those who had slipped gently into my life and  seemed to fit so perfectly. Looking around, I realized that there was  always someone there to catch me, one of those glorious souls with a  story to tell, those beautiful folk who have made an impact in my life,  and it occurred to me that in this crazy world none of us really ever  hit the ground. We can fall, spinning through space like mad cosmic  frisbees, but in the end there will always be someone to complete our  grand finale. And we will spin wildly right into their arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-4893696175464787337?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4893696175464787337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=4893696175464787337&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4893696175464787337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4893696175464787337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/04/catch-me-as-i-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6215983047122444723</id><published>2010-03-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:26:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xad.xanga.com/cf3f0b0236132231227359/z182286843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore. It  doesn't have any feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go  isn't winning or losing. It's not about pride. It's not about obsessing  or dwelling on the past. It isn't about loss and it's not defeat. To let  go is to cherish memories, but to overcome them and move on. Letting go  is accepting. Letting go is having the courage to accept change.  Letting go is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say a big thankyou for all of those who have sent  their  love, hugs and prayers to myself and my family. Your kindness is  very  much appreciated and your all darlings!&lt;br /&gt;My Great Grandmother is  now living with my Mum and I. She has her own room next to mine and her  90th birthday was just yesterday. The family came down and we celebrated  it at our house. &lt;br /&gt;I coulden't help but feel sad just for a little  while. My Great Grandfather just got buried 13 days ago and I've  already visited his grave three times. This year would be my Great  Grandparents 69th year of marriage! &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow it's time to move on  and carry on as before. Spring is here and I love it! All new born farm  animals are here and there and the flowers in the garden are just about  coming out! I can nearly take my boat out to the loch and sail! The  weather is getting warmer and the nights are getting lighter! Spring is  just my most favourite time besides summer.&lt;br /&gt;So now I shall start  blogging again and writing nonsense to all 41 of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6215983047122444723?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6215983047122444723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6215983047122444723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6215983047122444723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6215983047122444723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6049800709133938709</id><published>2010-03-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:22:15.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ink stain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my wrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6049800709133938709?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6049800709133938709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6049800709133938709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6049800709133938709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6049800709133938709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-ink-stain.html' title='Little ink stain..'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5778287144774941049</id><published>2010-03-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:22:45.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Pappy xx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you forever and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5778287144774941049?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5778287144774941049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5778287144774941049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5778287144774941049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5778287144774941049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-pappy-xx.html' title='R.I.P Pappy xx'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5120665465194158950</id><published>2010-03-11T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:33:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For him I'll put on a brave smile and carry on as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Inside my body is falling apart, my eyes tear up every now and then. The pain I feel doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;He is my everything, my superhero, my teddybear. He is my Great Grandpappy and he is so special to me that no words can express.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I've dreaded the most is happening. As I write this he is in his bed with my Great Grandmother to comfort him. He is dying and there is nothing I can do. It's such a shock because he was such a fit man, or so I thought. He was suffering with prostrate cancer for two years without my Mum and I knowing. The family knew it would have been hard for my Mum and I to live so far from him. It's a blessing we're back here with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5120665465194158950?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5120665465194158950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5120665465194158950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5120665465194158950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5120665465194158950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-is-im-not-as-strong-as-i-hope-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5860243990113030263</id><published>2010-03-05T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:23:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will you wait for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5860243990113030263?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5860243990113030263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5860243990113030263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5860243990113030263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5860243990113030263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-fresh-start-is-in-order.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-7164281851665944090</id><published>2010-02-22T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:33:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Great Grandfather got put into hospital on Saturday night and as you can hopefully understand I am in no mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;I've visited him and he isn't ill just in discomfort from his prostrate. He's taking examinations as one of his kidneys aren't working at all.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with my Great Grandmother atm whilst he is away but hopefully he shall be back by tomorrow or sometime this week. We want him home for my Mothers birthday this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back in March and thankyou again for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-7164281851665944090?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7164281851665944090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=7164281851665944090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7164281851665944090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7164281851665944090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-be-on-here-at-this-moment-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5433113814374957522</id><published>2010-02-14T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:34:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S3hb628J12I/AAAAAAAAA-o/GjtQoLOAwoc/s1600-h/winonn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People hurt, degrade, and put themselves below everyone else. I ask though, if we’re all doing that, where do we really stand amongst each other? Are we all so blind to other peoples pain and so consumed in our own that we don’t bother trying to help? I’m not perfect. You’re not perfect. But at the end of the day, no matter how much something hurts there IS love out there that is seeking your attention, love from a friend, love from family, love from a stranger and love from yourself. Don’t neglect it, don’t let love and knowledge wither and die because you were too consumed in sadness to appreciate it. Grow from your weakness, learn from your sadness. Know that above anything you’ll always have YOU, and you need to take care of yourself. Follow your gut. You’re stronger than you think, prove it to yourself, for yourself! My secret? I don’t follow my own advice, but hopefully, someone can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou guys for your prayers. My Great Grandfather is getting far better now which is a blessing. I spent my Valentine's day with him and my Great Grandmother which was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meg&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION:WHAT DO YOU DO TO CHEER YOURSELF UP?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5433113814374957522?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5433113814374957522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5433113814374957522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5433113814374957522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5433113814374957522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3462485529505242895</id><published>2010-02-02T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:29:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello dears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know I've been somewhat of a bad blogger and I know how some of you are rather upset that I haven't been writing as often. I really should bite my tongue and think before I speak, or should I say write in this circumstance. I told you all previously that I will post twice a week and that the next following post would be of photos of my walks. Well as you see I have done neither.&amp;nbsp; I do have an explanation though. I've been given some upsetting news about my Great Grandfather. He is alright but his health has gotten a little bad during the past 2 months and only recently did he tell me what was wrong with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel I can write on here and tell you all what is wrong with my Great Grandfather to you guys because I see you all as lovely friends and you all are simply wonderful people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You'll know that I'm very, very close to my Great Grandparents so understandbley when my Great Grandfather told me the news I was devastated and extremely upset, but his illness is easily treated and quite common in men.&amp;nbsp; He has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostate_cancer"&gt;Prostate cancer&lt;/a&gt; and without my knowing he has had it for 2 years now but has been in excellant health because of the fantastic treatment he has been given. It's been pretty bad this time because of the weather and the fact he had a fall a couple months back, but he is getting back to his good old self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Great Grandfather is my SUPERMAN! he is everything a man should be and he's such a character! He turned 93 2 weeks ago and he looks great!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well anyways I'm busier than ever. The usual work and study but now also helping my Great Grandmother atm whilst my Great Grandfather can recover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall finish with telling you all 4 things about myself that the sweet &lt;a href="http://minsquin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; has awarded me with. I find these things difficult because I don't want to sound awefully boring but here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to spend my sunday's just sitting in my Great Grandparent's livingroom with them and telling jokes and share stories with them whilst the fire burns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a terrible habbit of playing with my hair and my earlobes when I'm bored. I press my earlobe on abit of my hair and it goes all prickly. It sounds rather strange but it's a nice comforting feeling. (I just sound weird lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dressing up even if I'm not going anywhere and just staying in the house. I'll have baggy clothes on for lazing around in and do my hair and makeup just for the fun of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little I would go into the bathroom and turn the taps on in the sink and put my Mum's products (lotions ect..) into the water and use the end of a toothbrush to mix it all. I was pretending I was a witch making her potions in a cauldron. I was a very imaginative child :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So there you have it! Four ever so interesting facts about myself!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not against the rules to chose you all to be awarded with this? It's just I cannot decide and I'll feel rather mean if I don't include all of you! If you read this post then you are officially been awarded to write four things about yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Right..I'll not bother checking punctuation or spelling so if this post is messy I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH finally I was wondering if any of you dears know any layouts I can use? I'm not very happy with this one. It's not neat enough&amp;nbsp; for me and it's pretty stretched out which I don't really like. If you would be kind enough to share a layout with me I'll happily credit you for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm offskies now, I smell a cup of tea that's calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meg&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: WHAT SUPERPOWER WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me it's the ability to fly!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3462485529505242895?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3462485529505242895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3462485529505242895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3462485529505242895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3462485529505242895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-ramble-on-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-534374067792980394</id><published>2010-01-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:24:55.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="entry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="perma" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ebody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;You know,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want a boy; just some skin and some rough hands, some whispered words and harsh breathing. I want to laugh at you and cry for you and miss you so much it aches and wrap myself aroud you. I want to feel the weight of you, to hear the sirens, to run until my breath gives out, I want to smash things and remake them with blood on my hands. I could stand in the rain until I’m saturated with you, until the water stings my eyes the way your words do. We could fingerpaint our dreams, you could play me a lullaby full of discordant harmonics,. I want someone to fall asleep with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice I've changed my name to Freckles! Do you like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next post I shall have some pictures&amp;nbsp; that I've taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll take pictures of my day (the day I have off ofcourse) and if you want you could do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might go to the beach? Or walk up to the forest? I'll see...I might not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I know I didn't post twice this week or gotten round to returning comments but I will do!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm busy with so many things atm and the moments I'm doing nothing I'm pretty much out or inside relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So don't hate me ok? Just be a little annoyed if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll go off now but don't you think that picture up top is so, so sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you to look at the cuteness of it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: WHO HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO ALOT OF LATELY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been listening to alot of Mumford &amp;amp; Sons and Damien Rice atm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could listen to The blowers daughter for hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-534374067792980394?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/534374067792980394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=534374067792980394&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/534374067792980394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/534374067792980394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy.'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-7219841981484158634</id><published>2010-01-09T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:31:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S0j7hE5ufJI/AAAAAAAAA7s/RZe11M-EX90/s1600-h/tumblr_kvsncnCwk11qa7wgdo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello dears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do hope you had a very special Christmas and New year as I had. I've broken a resolution already and that is writing in my fashion diary! I've left the first week empty and I'm so, so ashamed with myself. What shall I fill those pages with? Perhaps quotes, sketches? I cannot remember half of the things I did last week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Slap my hand and promise for now on I shall write in every page! Moving swiftly on, 2010! Oh lets make this a better year shall we!! I've made a promise that I'll post twice a week on here if possible! You want get tired of that will you? I'm sorry I'm not making much sense, I'm rambling, I'm hurrying my words aren't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm quite tired tonight so I shall finish with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a month, I’d be August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a time of day, I’d be that time right as the sun is setting in the nights of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a planet, I’d be the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a direction, I’d be Northwest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a liquid, I’d be raindrops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a gemstone, I’d be a opal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a tree, I’d be a cherry blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a tool, I’d be paintbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a flower, I’d be a hydrangea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a sunny warm day with a cool breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a piano or ukulele or guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a color, I’d be pink or&amp;nbsp;blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were an emotion, I’d be creative or imaginative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a sound, I’d be the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were an element, I’d be water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a car, I’d be a mini cooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a food, I’d be pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a place, I’d be a beautiful countryside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a material, I’d be lace or wool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a taste, I’d taste like home baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a scent, I’d be flowers&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were an animal, I’d be a owl or some woodland animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were an object, I’d be a book or a mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a body part, I’d be the freckles or eyelashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a song, I’d be a rock anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be a pair of wellingtons.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: GIVE ME YOUR ANSWERS BELOW IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-7219841981484158634?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7219841981484158634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=7219841981484158634&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7219841981484158634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7219841981484158634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-decade-new-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-4373536466302889143</id><published>2009-12-22T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:35:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just wanted to wish you a,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;VERY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you all get what you want and that 2010 will be a very good year for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause if we're honest 2009 was pretty bad and miserable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See you next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION:HOW ARE YOU HAVING CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-4373536466302889143?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4373536466302889143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=4373536466302889143&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4373536466302889143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4373536466302889143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-from-me-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6996919833532085151</id><published>2009-12-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:42:24.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SyUuGwbQC6I/AAAAAAAAA30/EpHfGcB7NpM/s1600-h/z176814490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The door was shut, as doors should be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before you went to bed last night;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And left your window silver white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He must have waited till you slept;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And not a single word he spoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But pencilled o’er the panes and crept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Away again before you woke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now you cannot see the hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But there are fairer things than these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His fingers traced on every pane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rocks and castles towering high;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hills and dales, and streams and fields;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And knights in armor riding by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With nodding plumes and shining shields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here are little boats, and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yonder, palm trees waving fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On islands set in silver seas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And butterflies with gauzy wings;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And fruit and flowers and all the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see when you are sound asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For, creeping softly underneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The door when all the lights are out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And knows the things you think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He paints them on the window-pane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fairy lines with frozen steam;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when you wake you see again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The lovely things you saw in dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Gabriel Setoun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT CHRISTMAS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6996919833532085151?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6996919833532085151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6996919833532085151&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6996919833532085151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6996919833532085151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowflake-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-720507654210231283</id><published>2009-12-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:42:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SyBG4MLWqZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/kI1MdaXl_tM/s1600-h/z202565637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to the notes lost in the washer, to the memories washed away. Here's to never forgetting. Here's to being young and never wanting to grow up. Here's to waking up next to the one you love. Here's to believing every lie people ever told you. Here's to those that just need someone to sleep next to. Here's to change, both good and bad. Here's to missing people you care about. Here's to moving on. Here's to feeling infinite. Here's to all the wishes at 11:11, hoping one day they'll come true. Here's to remembering old friends. Here's to all the words we never said, and to the ones we choke on. Here's to holding your breath in that one perfect moment. Here's to the ones who were on top of the world but fell off. Here's to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared. Here's to trying to be perfect even when you know its not possible. Here's to finding him, and holding on tight. Here's to the nights spent living for the moment. Here's to speaking the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life. Here's to those who fall in love in their dreams. Here's to not knowing, and not wanting to know. Here's to those who wonder where love starts. Here's to serendipity... even if it doesn't last. Here's to the girls who fall too fast... and know it. Here's to the songs that make you feel like nothing hurts. Here's to the ones who bend over backwards to be loved, but aren't. Here's to everyone who has ever cried themselves to sleep. Here's to those nights where you just can't sleep. Here's to every word they said to you replaying, over and over. Here's to leaping before you look. Here's to the times I wish I had said no. Here's to the times I'm glad I said yes. Here's to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when he's around. Here's to the nights when feelings change, for better or worse. Here's to the first kisses. Here's to those who survived to become stronger, better people. Here's to life, as hard as it may be, and picking yourself up when you've fallen down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: OUT OF THOSE LINES, WHICH ONES APPLY TO YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-720507654210231283?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/720507654210231283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=720507654210231283&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/720507654210231283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/720507654210231283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5086666869039845933</id><published>2009-12-07T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:43:28.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/Sx2oPZ58WdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/GLxubXPCw-s/s1600-h/osv14x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: What time do you usually sleep at?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no time whatsoever! Well I do sleep before 2am on weekdays but otherwise I'm up reading&amp;nbsp;a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5086666869039845933?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5086666869039845933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5086666869039845933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5086666869039845933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5086666869039845933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-couldent-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-1880827839836800874</id><published>2009-12-05T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:45:05.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SxqSo7oGXdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xFMvHDETJl8/s1600-h/Tea_Party_1972_Bas_Jan_Ader_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am back now dear sweetpeas! Did you miss me? I, myself missed you all and writing on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so glad I took sometime away from here though, I felt I was becoming lost and if I'm honest uninspired and a little fedup. I simply coulden't think of anything to say or do on here and even though every single one of you has been supportive and oh so lovely, I still felt rather blank. But lets put that all behind&amp;nbsp;us and start a fresh, does that sound good? HELL YEAH IT DOES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now before I go on I'd like to say a&amp;nbsp;BIG thankyou to Yasmin for this neat little layout that she created. She kindly let me borrow it and I'm so very pleased with it. I like to keep things simple and not be messy but you might discover that I might have alot of writing at the side-&amp;gt; but you want grudge me on that will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well what do you expect from me now that I'm back? Well expect pretty pictures that I find and fancy to share, and possibly my own pictures I take from my little adventures in the countryside. There might be times when I wont be writing and I'll just post a poem I like or a short story I've found or wrote. I think I'll really just make this blog about my favourite things, things I've done and what not. Make it personal but not too personal. A little piece of me that you all can see through this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going up the road with my Mum and Grandparents tomorrow. We're going to a castle where it has it's own christmas grotto! It should be magical and beautiful. If possibly I might be able to take some pictures but if not I am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas is creeping up ever so quickly before our very eyes and I've already hinted what I'd like to have. There is this paticuliar necklace that I simply must have because it is just so, so precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do any of you know what you want this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier today I saw my younger cousin Jennifer with her boyfriend who is the same age as me and they were kissing away in the middle of the street! I'll sound like such an old woman but I remember her when she was 6 and we'd go to the park and play on the swings. Also it made me slightly jealous that she has a boyfriend and I have not. But boys aren't all that are they? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The sight, smell, sound, taste and touch of it all is so very lovely and warms my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sooooo I've announced my return and spoke of my excitment and loving of christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All this rambling. Do you regret me being back =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bear hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: What do you want for christmas? What do you wish for to appear under your tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-1880827839836800874?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1880827839836800874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=1880827839836800874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1880827839836800874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1880827839836800874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-who-are-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5416165373331475933</id><published>2009-11-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:48:24.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SwQLDkDhkHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qp4la2oL8RM/s1600/8STJWu9iQnyro0nwPVC21MgMo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If any of you had noticed I did post last night saying I was going to stay away from here for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reason was I just couldn't think of what to do or write on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel I'm not showing all of who I am. You must all think me boring and silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If a little bit of inspiration came along and a nice layout for here, I shall be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's all looking rather tacky and dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bare with me., I'm messing around with different colours and names for this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd love if any of you could think of some ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm rather quite stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5416165373331475933?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5416165373331475933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5416165373331475933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5416165373331475933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5416165373331475933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/11/messy-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3261095903281191578</id><published>2009-11-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:48:58.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello my little pierrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday the 13th it is today! I'm not at all supersticious but I won't go under a ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know if I took those things seriously I'd be a nervous wreck and look like a maniac watching everything that was going on around me. Are any of you supersticious? If you are what do you avoid? What do you do for good luck? ect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on completely I have had an idea! I'd really like it if some of you would post a blog of yourself as a little child (any age will do) and a put a picture of yourself as you are now. Don't ask me why, I just thought it would be abit of fun. If you'd rather not thats ok but it would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a picture of me when I was 2 or 3 and next to it is ofcourse a picture of me now at 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I looked abit of a munchkin didn't I? My hair was almost a golden red when I was little but it quickly went brown. Fortunatly I still have my curls but maybe not so many ringlets that I used to have. I need to use curlers if I want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In some ways I'm still am that little girl. I still love dressing up and playing characters. I still read my fairytales and make up stories, though I'll write them down on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was little I was always dressed so pretty and smart. I wore dresses with matching hats and thrilly socks with little patent black buckle shoes. I'd wear blouses and cardigans with little trousers. I even had my own kilt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Grandmother in America would send clothes that you couldn't get in the UK so I dressed differently from the other children. She'd send disney clothing and I even had my own minnie mouse costume with ears!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I could find that picture of me dressed as Minnie. It's very cute if I do say so myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall leave it at that now. Just the question and that shall be it till maybe Sunday or Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: WHO DO YOU LOOK LIKE MOST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOTHER OR FATHER? OR MAYBE ANOTHER RELATIVE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I look more like my Mum than my dad. I have my dad's big blue eyes and tallness&amp;nbsp;but everything else is just like my Mum. ( My Mum is only 5'3 while I'm 5'8 and my dad is 6'2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't take my colouring from either of my parents though for some reason. Both have dark, dark brown hair whilst mine is much lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everywhere I go people always say I'm my Mum's double! which is nice as my Mum is a very beautiful woman but I'd like to look like myself. You can get pretty sick of people saying "You look like twins!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Does that mean I look the same age as my Mum! I hope not =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember if you want to do the "Now and Then" pictures just say so in the comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[Removed pictures] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3261095903281191578?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3261095903281191578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3261095903281191578&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3261095903281191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3261095903281191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-time-goes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-915639638461394377</id><published>2009-11-10T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:49:29.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SvluYlRiI6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9jzt4xjSyv4/s1600-h/tumblr_kru3fggGDp1qa7wgdo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello cottontails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so glad you responded to my favourite things post! I know no pictures were taken but this is because my camera has officially died :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anywhooties the lovely Angelica left me a blog award! A second award in under a week, I'm so, so thankfull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because of the award I have to list seven things about myself. Well here I go, you might find them rather dull though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I come from Scotland but 10 years of my life were spent in Kent, England. I'm back living in Scotland in the town I come from and I've never lost my scottish accent which I'm very happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I don't like the taste of alcohol or the smell of ciggarettes. Therefore I hardly drink and never smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;My Great Grandparents mean everything to me. They are such a special couple and they're the&amp;nbsp;most kindest, friendliest, loveliest and funniest people. They're so in love after nearly 70 years of marriage and my Grandpappy is so cuddley and my Great Grannie is such a naughy little thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I'm a farmers daughter and I love the countryside and being with the animals. Whether it's rain or snow&amp;nbsp; I'll be out and about with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I don't really listen to the music of today. I'm more of a old time rocker. I love Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Kate Bush, Janis Joplin ect. My dad is to blame because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;My Mum is my best friend. She's hysterical if not slighty bonkers. She's so sweet and everyone just loves her. She's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have always been creative than accademic. I hated maths and science at school. My best subjects were english, art and drama. I was one of those drama geeks. I performed in every play and studied it for four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There you go! At first I wasn't sure what to put but now I don't want to stop. If someone else leaves me a tag like this I'd be quite happy to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anywhooties I know it wasn't rather exciting but I'm happy with it. I really want you all to know a little something about me and who I am as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on,&amp;nbsp;now that the nights are getting dark earlier in the evening and the air is biting cold I love nothing more than staying in with the fire on and a good book in my hands. I also have been going rather nuts on my Tumblr, posting so many pictures that I have found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave another post on either Thursday or Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR IN AT NIGHT WITH NOTHING TO DO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-915639638461394377?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/915639638461394377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=915639638461394377&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/915639638461394377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/915639638461394377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-go-into-mr-mcgregors-garden-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-7977501995166766747</id><published>2009-11-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:50:18.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These delightful things are just half of what I have on my shelf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And look at the last one! "Pictures" by Tim Walker was given by my very lovely Dad! I was going to save and get it for myself but he suprised me with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As some of you may have known my camera isn't working anymore :( I've had it for five years and it has passed away. No pictures from me!! Well that won't do! I must borrow a camera when I get the chance! I want to share as much as I can with you lovlies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went onto my blog a couple days ago and I discovered the ever so lovely Ellie Grace gave me my very first award! I am so, so thankfull of it! I cannot explain my gratitude. There are so many pretty and wonderful blogs out there that I think you'll agree are far better than my messy little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still I am so pleased. Thankyou again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-7977501995166766747?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7977501995166766747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=7977501995166766747&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7977501995166766747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7977501995166766747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favourite-things-books-that-are-o-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-7508954014748618680</id><published>2009-10-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:51:00.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SujS3Bdy73I/AAAAAAAAAq4/aJJBNvHOw_s/s1600-h/Nj8vA7IKJp47sdbt5TWF0Mtwo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sweethearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I fancy abit of a makeover on my blog here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I find it bland and boring and I shall only show 1 entry per page as I find more that 5 abit messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do please be patient with me, I know I have promisef to show my favourite things, and have already once&amp;nbsp; said I couldn't manage. This as you will understanbly know is because of work and studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I won't expect annoyance cause your all too sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do come back though! I will start blogging as much as I did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;For the past week I have been getting addicted to Tumblr! Do any of you have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You can follow me if you like and I shall do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have over 700 pictures uploaded after just a week! I know ridiculous! But they are pretty pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anywhooties I shall comment back when I get the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aurevoir for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;QUESTION: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR HALLOWEEN? ARE YOU DRESSING UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am. I told Delicate Diaries that I'm dressing as a marrionette doll! I might post a picture of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-7508954014748618680?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/7508954014748618680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=7508954014748618680&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7508954014748618680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/7508954014748618680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-skin-is-white-as-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-8610190369700811436</id><published>2009-10-24T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:52:58.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SuMhVfYE7jI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/O96pmERUlvA/s1600-h/000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favourite things post is being delayed till later this week coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am ever so sorry and the reason being is because due to work and study..and the fact I've been suffering a cold, I haven't given myself the chance to take pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's nothing exciting but I still felt that I needed to explain myself on why I haven't been posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I hope you can forgive me and wait till later for my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on to my "public apology" my Asos boxes arrived thankfully! I thought due to the postal strike I wouldn't receive it buy I did! My three tops, bowler hat, telephone necklace and owl ring are proudly staying in my room and since getting my bowler hat, I haven't forgotten to wear it out (thats though if the weather is good ofcourse!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to thank Maya, Em-illi and Bnjmyn for following me! 18 followers!! I'm really pleased!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would love to do those tag posts sometime, but noone has thought of giving me one. Poor me. I'm joking ofcourse but I woulden't mind ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Infact I came across this one...don't know whereabouts but I thought maybe I'd do it now...I hope that is allowed??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. What is your current obsession?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get obsessed over alot of things, at the moment I love watching Ab Fab and My so called life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could spend my sunday mornings just lying in and watching them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ofcourse I'd love to fly, but the ability to freeze time and having the power of stopping something from going wrong and getting to savour a special moment would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. What do you see outside your window?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My bedroom window? I see my garden and in the distance the church and hillsides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. What's your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really have a favourite but I do love shades of blue because they suit me and my eyes are blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Your weakness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can lack confindence and can be too laid back which can be a good thing but not alot of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Which animal would you be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An owl or fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. What's for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Potatoes and salad. Healthy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. If you could learn another language, which one would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spoke french since I was&amp;nbsp;9 but stopped lessons when I was 14. I now actually forget half of what I learnt, so don't go asking for long sentences! Actualy don't ask ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. What's on your bedside table?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lamp, haunted tales, my grandmothers ring and my fairy statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Evangeline, Luella, Luna.... something fairylike but I do like my own name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere, where would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh I can't decide on that...there are so many beautiful places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where I live and come from is beautiful so I have no reason to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. What's your favorite children's book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tales of Peter Rabbit and The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. What's your favorite thing to do in the summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to the beach and sailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14. What would you like to have in your hands right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Lula Magazine and A year in fashion book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because of the postal strike I haven't received them yet&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15. What's your favorite tea flavor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only ever have two sugars and milk with my tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think I'm brave enough to taste different flavours...any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16. What's your favorite article of clothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Fearne Cotton Keys tshirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has winged sleeves and just so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My bowler hat also is a favourite!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17. What would you like to get rid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My anxieties of some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18. If you could go anywhere in the world for an hour, where would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Narnia. Mr Tummus and Aslan would be my companions.&lt;/div&gt;19.What did you want to be as a child?&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An actress! I was forever dressing up and becoming these grand charaters! I still do!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I work for a drama club so it's nessacery :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;20. Do you prefer day or night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Night for rest and imagination in your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day for new beginnings and the unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;21. What's your plan for tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully going to my cousins farm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;22. What jewelry do you wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love wearing costume jewlerry and pieces that are different but pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;23. What's your favorite smell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The smell of old books, my Grandads homemade soup, my baby cousin..I have many favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24. What's your favorite word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haunting atm because Halloween is coming!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;25. If you could have any three people living or dead to a dinner party, whom would you invite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just three! Well...Johnny Depp, Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter...but I'd have so many more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now anyone who read this is welcome to be tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leave your answers in the comment section&amp;nbsp; and if you don't wont to answer all and just some..well that ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would really like to read your answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-8610190369700811436?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8610190369700811436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=8610190369700811436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8610190369700811436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8610190369700811436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-bird-in-its-cage.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-1276188559993432208</id><published>2009-10-18T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:53:37.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/StuYXVuoOsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ImVPZSFmdrY/s1600-h/untitledhju.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cupcakes my darling Snoopy has something to announce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometime this week&amp;nbsp;Miss Meg shall take pictures of her favourite things she has around her bedroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She has&amp;nbsp;many bits and bobs she'd really like to share with you and she does hope you shall do the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tell a story if you like of how you got your things, what they mean to you ect, ect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For instance Miss Meg got me in Paris when she was eight from her Mother. It was love at first sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Toodlepips for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Snoopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-1276188559993432208?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/1276188559993432208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=1276188559993432208&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1276188559993432208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/1276188559993432208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-snoopy-have-something-to-announce.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-2240986092367934955</id><published>2009-10-16T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:54:00.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/StiWl0HUfuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bfFMcCcYrQc/s1600-h/d22d7a198875612b1746907e55ea86b0_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Angel cakes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My laptop decided to become sick and I had to send it off for fixing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hated being away from my blog and not hearing what you all have wrote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm back and ever so pleased to discover I have 3 new followers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankyou Fresh Grace, Grand Duchess Anastasia and Madeleine, I'm so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anywhoots I've been very good with my birthday money! Only today have I used some of&amp;nbsp;it to get things from Asos. One of the items is a bowler hat with a bow and it's so beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot wait to receive my parcel this week! I'm like a child at christmas with deliveries. Are any of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have so many things I'd like to post but I won't waste it all in one day. I actually became very blank on what I should blog about last Saturday. You might have noticed I did post pictures of myself dressed as a doll but I decided to delete it because I wasn't really happy with them...oh well another try soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been reading Vogue and I really cannot wait for Decembers issue! Last December it was covered with Tim Walker photographs and mermaid stories! Kate Moss on the cover aswell! Shall she ever stop modelling? I do hope not!! Who are your favourite models? Atm I do like Lily Cole but maybe thats because she is also In St Trinians and The&amp;nbsp;Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus! ( Oh I do hope that film lives up to my expectations!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For tonight I am&amp;nbsp; to watch Jonathan Ross, Coraline, and The September Issue. Tonight is going to be a nice night but I cannot be bothered to go out..snuggle under the covers is far more suiting for me thankyou very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp; next post is going to be special...well I say "special" but it will be something different and I do hope some of you will participate. I won't say anything else but that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing Or which way the river's flowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be groFor the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question: Do you have a favourite model? What magazines do you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-2240986092367934955?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2240986092367934955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=2240986092367934955&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2240986092367934955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2240986092367934955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-makers-of-music-and-dreamers-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6965607061600533752</id><published>2009-10-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:54:29.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/Ss8lIv6eOsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Nv2FKMw0y0c/s1600-h/z163422001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;So high above the world I'm flying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the only breeze is an angel sighing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;The warm glow of the sun shines down on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;as I drift ever closer to my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Floating through these beams so bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I push myself to reach new heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know when, but someday soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be there dancing on the stars, on the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;On the ground I hear them cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;to get back on earth, and out of the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not meant to touch the stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're just too bright, and much too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;And just when I stop flying, start falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I hear the voice of an angel calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I listen well to her sweet sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;saying, Fly on, and don't ever look down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;'Fly' by Angela K. Dyson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/Ss8lil5LsGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ggDKcw9i77Y/s1600-h/b186129442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they have perfect faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for to have faith is to have wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;James Matthew Barrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION:If you were given the chance to transform into an animal (think Harry Potter) what animal would you choose to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you've noticed this post is about Birds and that is my choice of transformation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a budgie of my own and he is such a clever thing! He speaks and copies everything you'll say, just like a parrot! He is blue and white and we raised him since he was an egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Birds are beautiful to me and coming from a fishing town there are plenty of different birds around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owls are a favourite as I have jewlerry of them&amp;nbsp;and a stuffed cuddly owl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what would you transform into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6965607061600533752?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6965607061600533752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6965607061600533752&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6965607061600533752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6965607061600533752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/spread-your-wings-and-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-4692482710542024237</id><published>2009-10-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:58:55.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SszVDdu--bI/AAAAAAAAAig/NsvNTTYhxOk/s1600-h/looking4jareth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THERE'S SUCH A SAD LOVE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DEEP IN YOUR EYES A KIND OF PALE JEWEL OPENED AND CLOSED WITHIN YOUR EYES I'LL PLACE THE SKY WITHIN YOUR EYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;THERE'S SUCH A FOOLED HEART BEATING SO FAST IN SEARCH OF NEW DREAMS A LOVE THAT WILL LAST WITHIN YOUR HEART I'LL PLACE THE MOON WITHIN YOUR HEART AS THE PAIN SWEEPS THROUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;MAKES NO SENSE FOR YOU EVERY THRILL HAS GONE WASN'T TOO MUCH FUN AT ALL BUT I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN IT'S FALLINGIT'S FALLING DOWN FALLING IN LOVE &lt;br /&gt;I'LL PAINT YOU MORNINGS OF GOLD I'LL SPIN YOU VALENTINE EVENINGS THOUGH WE'RE STRANGERS TILL NOW WE'RE CHOOSING A PATH BETWEEN THE STARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I'LL LAY MY LOVE BETWEEN THE STARS AS THE PAIN SWEEPS THROUGH MAKES NO SENSE FOR YOU EVERY THRILL HAS GONE WASN'T TOO MUCH FUN AT ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;BUT I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;IT'S FALLING AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN IT'S FALLING, IT'S FALLING IT'S FALLING, IT'S FALLING FALLING IN LOVE. IT'S FALLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;QUESTION:Whats your favourite movie scene(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Masquerade dance scene in "Labrynth" is so fairytale and magical, it's one of my favourite movie scenes amongst many. David Bowie is so devilishy sexy and I wish I was Sarah (Jennifer Connonely) in her princess gown dancing hand in hand with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;One of my presents for my birthday was a venetian mask and I shall show you it sometime! It's so dramatically beautiful! Gold and black it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankyou Anjelica for following me! I'm really happy that you all enjoy visiting my blog and answering my questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SszH6Q-ampI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FyvtPWJf9R0/s1600-h/jarethballroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-4692482710542024237?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4692482710542024237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=4692482710542024237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4692482710542024237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4692482710542024237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-you-know-it-seems-to-me-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-2283251629038965819</id><published>2009-10-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:59:23.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/Ssu3vEi7AQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ii0Ypa1RZCc/s1600-h/1996_helena-bohnam-carter-tim-burton-vivienne-westwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;You will see your beauty every moment that you rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;QUESTION: Who are your favourite celebrity couple? Or who would you love to see together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-2283251629038965819?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2283251629038965819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=2283251629038965819&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2283251629038965819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2283251629038965819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-wicked-this-way-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6751914879864023309</id><published>2009-10-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:59:43.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday, Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rain was on but the sun was shining alongside it so it was such a pretty view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some pictures I took of my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First I took some pictures of my flowers that my Grandfather helped replant for our new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjEj1IgzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/K0CKZQufJlw/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjEj1IgzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/K0CKZQufJlw/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjEtxBJQnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wZAJe5U8Ih4/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjEtxBJQnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wZAJe5U8Ih4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFMkVfOSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bBdJ1J0BeYc/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFMkVfOSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bBdJ1J0BeYc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFjzIlm_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/EJDItiz7UL4/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFjzIlm_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/EJDItiz7UL4/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFueaFxBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sEtebCIjYZg/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjFueaFxBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sEtebCIjYZg/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjF6z4Q-eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FGMMGz8wnjo/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjF6z4Q-eI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FGMMGz8wnjo/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I took pictures of the sky to show you what day I am having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGaHJTMMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jOPDbOuE45o/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGaHJTMMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jOPDbOuE45o/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGRuiYeTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CHM20-aIRoM/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGRuiYeTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CHM20-aIRoM/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGoCkPLuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/a8Uf_EJpGUM/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjGoCkPLuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/a8Uf_EJpGUM/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bright light and dark clouds. Just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I thought I'd show you&amp;nbsp;what I see out my windows in my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjHNe3B2UI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KDqoqv4fd1Q/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjHNe3B2UI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KDqoqv4fd1Q/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjHnjPiQKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/UspUgHnC71s/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjHnjPiQKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/UspUgHnC71s/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjH1MVIR8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/gAF4Rzo7gh0/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjH1MVIR8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/gAF4Rzo7gh0/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bengulian hills and forest at the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will take some photos when I walk up there sometime. It is truly magical and fairytale like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the old church that is behind my garden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjIJamQOGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/T_mFoyS3uXE/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjIJamQOGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/T_mFoyS3uXE/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjITP4XxRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yL5gqiHqOME/s1600-h/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjITP4XxRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yL5gqiHqOME/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjImieb6aI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3uoWkVup6IE/s1600-h/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjImieb6aI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3uoWkVup6IE/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the old victorian washer that is antique in my garden ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjI9DL0U7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/m48G9RLRfZE/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjI9DL0U7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/m48G9RLRfZE/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well there you go my little photos of my house and what I see around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will try and take more photos of my life in future but for now I'm going to celebrate my 18th tomorrow and shop till my hands will most probably drop ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and Emma is on tonight so I shall cuddle up near the fire with a nice hot cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A roast dinner tonight scrumptious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUESTION: Describe your house to me or a place you love to visit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please do not steal any of my photographs and claim as your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6751914879864023309?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6751914879864023309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6751914879864023309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6751914879864023309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6751914879864023309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-house-and-my-pretty-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsjEj1IgzoI/AAAAAAAAAew/K0CKZQufJlw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-2248680657774505129</id><published>2009-10-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:15:14.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsYtYJqXbqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wNrhXkyae2A/s1600-h/b192449083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello Sweetpeas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up this morning to discover ghostly white skies and rain hitting off my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the rain and how cold it feels on your face and the way it makes your cheeks go red and the frozen feeling it leaves on the tip of your nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Ofcourse if your properly wrapped up and not wearing a light coat or cardigan and dress then your done for with the cold or even flu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border: medium none; clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I went out earlier this evening thinking I might take some pictures and put them on here because of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://raindropsandrosepetals.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Raindrop and Rosepetals"&lt;/a&gt; idea of "Getting Lost" but the rain starting pouring so badly I just coulden't take any pretty pictures. I'll do it again though when the weather is brighter and a better location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;As I said before it's my 18th this Monday and I've made it clear that I wish I would stay a child, but though it's impossible to get back to being a child, I still can be a child at heart "cliche" I know but tis very true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Without going on and on I shall leave with some pretty little pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I actually thought I'd have something to say but really my mind is on my birthday and other things, so I do apologise for this rather dull post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question: Can you remember your favourite childhood birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Mine was when I was five or &lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;six and my Mother hired the entire town hall and it had this massive bouncy castle that was infact shaped as a medeval castle. My curls where in bows and I had the prettiest polka dot dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I think the theme must have&amp;nbsp; been fairytale orientated as I remember my cake being white and pink with a unicorn and princess models on top and there were&amp;nbsp;cardboared turrets on on the doors..but I don't remember much else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;There you go, now it's YOUR turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;MISS MEG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-2248680657774505129?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2248680657774505129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=2248680657774505129&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2248680657774505129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2248680657774505129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-day-you-will-be-old-enough-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3893543688910397156</id><published>2009-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:12:15.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SsOM9lkImAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hozWPJWvrrU/s1600-h/tumblr_kprlyxViiv1qzmot7o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello Sweetpeas, guess who is back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well me ofcourse silly if you hadn't of noticed &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was away as you know due to moving house and now that I'm finally in my new and lovely house I can have time to blog as much as I possibly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't failed to&amp;nbsp;see that you darlings&amp;nbsp;have left such lovely little comments and again I say I am ever so thrilled and thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to thank "Twinkle Magpies", "Wandering Dreamer",&amp;nbsp; "Dauphiné" and "Minsquin." for following me since I've been away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I have failed to mention anyone please do say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall get round to answering your comments and read your blogs when I get the time. I do love to read everyones thoughts and see beautiful pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will do a proper blog on Friday but as from tonight and tomorrow&amp;nbsp;I need to sort my room and unpack my dreadfully boring brown boxes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting peckish now so I going to make Lasangna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OH before I forget I turn 18 this Monday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why can't I be like Peter Pan and never grow up eh dearies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3893543688910397156?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3893543688910397156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3893543688910397156&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3893543688910397156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3893543688910397156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-will-not-grow-up-you-cannot-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3208933452671889465</id><published>2009-09-06T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:11:54.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Sweetpeas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;You really are the most sweetest people. I did not expect such kindess and sweetness, and for that I am ever go thankfull. I do love to come on here and see you've written a comment and see what you've written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight I watch "The Dutchess" and I must say it wasn't my favourite period drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what it was I just didn't enjoy it as I thought I might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Keira Knightly is a strange actress to me. Sometimes I like her acting, then other times I don't. It really depends on the movie. I do love her in Antonement and The Edge of Love though with the beautiful Sienna Miller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;But anywhoots I'd like to thank SEAFARINGS for following me! I shall be commenting on everyones blogs but as for this month I shall be away from the internet as I'm moving and my attention needs to be on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;But please do comment whilst I'm away and when I get back I shall return comments. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I had my bath earlier tonight and&amp;nbsp; I used a bath bomb that was such a pretty colour and smell. Lemony and powderey scent that when fizzing in the water little stars came out! It was such a pretty sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall leave with this delightfull poem and these enchanting pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Straight into my lovers arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;You've always been bashful; you're just that way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your mouth is a trumpet somebody else plays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Long after the notes gone the tone usually stays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;And your chest's a fine pillow with lining of feather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your hair is a family whose strands stick together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Played by a mind that the lord only knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;The tongue of an angel floats in red wine saliva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your teeth are out of porcelain made by masters in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your face can't be captured by pictures or words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;And your voice is a music that I never heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;And your skin is a cream dipped out beyond measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Played by a soul that the lord only knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;- Masters in China by Priscilla Ahn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Shall hear you all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;QUESTION:WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE PERIOD DRAMA AND POEM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3208933452671889465?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3208933452671889465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3208933452671889465&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3208933452671889465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3208933452671889465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-terrible-singer-but-i-do-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5249261383012770634</id><published>2009-09-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:10:08.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sweetpeas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am ever so glad you answered my first blog question, it was really lovely to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd&amp;nbsp; like to thank the two Sara's for following me, I was so pleased with your comments and I am forever thankfull for your sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anywhoots today was not a very pleasent day at all! Infact I just stayed in and curled up on the couch in my livingroom with the fire blazing (imagine not long ago it was hot, hot heat!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept my laptop on and placed it on the footstool and watched Pride and Predjudice AGAIN!&amp;nbsp;(1995 version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That version my sweets is the best! I cannot think of a better Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy than Jennifer Ehle and the forever dashing Colin Firth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think this&amp;nbsp;adaptation was the most, without doubt the most accurate and truest to the book. Nearly every word from the book was in the film. It certainly captured the beauty and art of Miss Austen's writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer is so perfectly cast, full of emotion, and plays such a subtle, nuanced performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Colin Firth...well what can I say he is just EXACTLY what you'd picture Darcy to be! Those eyes and the obvious love and admiration for Elizabeth is so heart melting, I just...I can't even explain lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also the fact they(Jennifer and Colin)&amp;nbsp;fell in love whilst making the drama helps cause you certainly see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt like the actress who played Jane, though obviously a pretty woman, wasn't as beautiful as Jennifer as Elizabeth. I don't mean that cruelly I just felt Elizabeth was the most attractive when Jane in the book was meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWHOOTS (You'll notice I do say this alot ^.^) I have to say this scene below me is such a nice sight for your eyes^.^(that meaning Colin in the wet shirt) I'm terrible I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, well I've certainly written alot, but as you may have known by now theres nothing more I like than a good old romance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me dream and daydream of when I shall have my own Mr Darcy...for thats all I can do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;QUESTION:What is your most favourite book and film? Any recomandations for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5249261383012770634?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5249261383012770634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5249261383012770634&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5249261383012770634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5249261383012770634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-woman-is-partial-to-man-and-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-8284209658152271346</id><published>2009-09-04T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:09:33.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'>The war is raging, but the glamour must go on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet peas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a very late post but I just had to thank "Delicate Diaries" for following me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it must sound like no big deal but I do want to show my appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was very happy to discover that I had 1 new follower and now know I just simply should carry on blogging as I just have so much I'd like to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhoots I thought I'd share thisSince the age of 12 I have had an addiction to old Hollywood movies and it's actors and actresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This book is exactly what I need as I think those days the actresses where truly talented, strong and beautiful women. The men were nothing but gentlemen , it made me fantasize that someday I will find some man exactly like those off the old movies. (But I know that's very unlikely, but still I'd like a Gentleman nevertheless)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my walls in my bedroom I have old Hollywood posters and little pictures of some of the actors and actresses, and have a countless collection of old films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I need is to get this book AND for my 18th this October I shall attempt to get my hair done exactly like Gene Tierney, as her hairstyle was typically 1940's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh now I want to buy loads of tea dresses and pretty stockings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I shall end this blog now ( before I burst with enjoyment) and leave these pictures of War Time advertisments for Max Factor and Revlon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SqGtkpcSU0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rtgMDJcEgK8/s1600-h/1944lanaturner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770275168473922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SqGtkpcSU0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rtgMDJcEgK8/s320/1944lanaturner.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Oh if only I could have seen my Grandmothers makeup back then)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SqGtkPJnGmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TrF4VAwM6-4/s1600-h/revlon1942lipsnails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770268110821986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SqGtkPJnGmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TrF4VAwM6-4/s320/revlon1942lipsnails.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 144px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first question at the end of a blog so please do comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What decade do you wish you could time travel to and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;br /&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-8284209658152271346?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8284209658152271346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=8284209658152271346&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8284209658152271346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8284209658152271346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/war-is-raging-but-glamour-must-go-on.html' title='The war is raging, but the glamour must go on.'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SqGtkpcSU0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/rtgMDJcEgK8/s72-c/1944lanaturner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-6424264094205606700</id><published>2009-09-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:13:55.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello sweetpeas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I came onto my blog to discover I have another follower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it only means I have two but I am ever so grateful for those two who made the effort of following me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I know (as I'm always saying) not exactly the best blog writer but I do care of what you all think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not trying to be anyone else but myself and putting things on here that I genuininly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Getting comments isn't important at all but it is nice to read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I think if my blog goes on ahead and I get followers I might leave a question at the end of every blog...then you can tell me your thoughts and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I will positively comment back to any comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to be online for a month as I'm moving and need to be busy doing that, so forgive if I don't return comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is some lovely pictures for you to look upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Do take if you so wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought you might turn around&lt;br /&gt;Look in my direction&lt;br /&gt;And realize that when your eyes met mine&lt;br /&gt;Stars exploded in galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Light years away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish the world was flat like the old days. Then I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways. There'd be no distance that could hold us back.Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-6424264094205606700?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/6424264094205606700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=6424264094205606700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6424264094205606700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/6424264094205606700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-sweetpeas-i-came-onto-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-2259546545823681786</id><published>2009-09-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:16:26.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words.'/><title type='text'>Fairytales....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has the smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-2259546545823681786?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/2259546545823681786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=2259546545823681786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2259546545823681786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/2259546545823681786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-true.html' title='Fairytales....'/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-3398557350673166864</id><published>2009-09-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:07:39.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polyvore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;It's a rainy day so I'm staying in and think I shall watch some Jane Austen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;I remember being jealous of my friend because her surname was Austen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;Rather silly I know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000;" /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-3398557350673166864?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/3398557350673166864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=3398557350673166864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3398557350673166864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/3398557350673166864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/09/ladys-imagination-is-very-rapid-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-5128870925164371363</id><published>2009-08-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:06:06.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story. Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/SpmMw0PXkFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wRqa-rFipB8/s1600-h/b81l38.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;I now know how blogging can get addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;I swore I woulden't post another blog until tomorrow but temptation got the best of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;I just felt like posting a short story and pretty pictures for you too admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;Do take if you wish but please mention it came from my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;The boy and I, the boy who I knew but knew nothing about, we wandered those streets illuminated only by the moon and the stars and talked about movie stars and coffee shops and dreams that made us both wake in a sweat, and I told him how I dreamt of carousels and ferris wheels that electrified the night and he told me how he dreamt of car crashes and broken glass and flashing lights that lit up the sky in blues and reds, and together we shared slices of pizza and broken stories in pizzerias with no doors and I told him how he looked happy, flustered yet happy, and how &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;his cheeks were tinted a Shirley Temple shade of pink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and we walked each other back down those quiet and swollen streets, our laughter and joy and attention caught only by the sound of breaking glass, and together we watched that tiny red car crash into a brick wall, breaking into tiny, sugary specs like a ten thousand volt supernova, and in our amazement, in our fright, I was the first to notice the wall itself, a towering brick thing, and how behind it a ferris wheel, bright as the sun, was turning round and round in quiet excitement, and so together we stood there, shaken by the curious awe of the world, taken aback by the strangeness of it all, and when the world quieted back down we turned our backs and, solemnly, he walked me back to my waking life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;AUREVOIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;MISS MEG X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-5128870925164371363?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/5128870925164371363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=5128870925164371363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5128870925164371363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/5128870925164371363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-cheeks-were-tinted-shirley-temple.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-4330491185158817992</id><published>2009-08-29T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:05:23.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/Spk6kFcc-yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/npoZBmP9cTk/s1600-h/29o3bl0.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I BELIEVE."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Because my song is off the movie "Finding Neverland" I thought it would be very fitting to make my first official blog on J.M.BARRIES masterpiece of a book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The film itself is beautiful and of course Johnny Depp in my own native tongue (that being Scottish) is every bit the dream come true ^.^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think hearing him put on a Scottish accent makes him that little bit more sexier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;ANYWAYS back to the film...haha...its such a beautiful film with beautiful scenery , it definitely gives off the fairytale vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;The music in the film makes me close my eyes and pretend I'm inside it experiencing the magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;I like the idea of escaping into your own imagination and believing anything is possible with a little faith and creativity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;I look over at my fairy ornaments and smile because even if real life isn't exciting, at least people like J.M.BARRIE can write something SO imaginative and make you dream and explore other lands that are not of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Meg x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-4330491185158817992?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/4330491185158817992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=4330491185158817992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4330491185158817992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/4330491185158817992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216750482241119759.post-8114423490342213088</id><published>2009-08-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:04:32.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;This is the beginning of something I've never done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216750482241119759-8114423490342213088?l=carouselinparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/feeds/8114423490342213088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9216750482241119759&amp;postID=8114423490342213088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8114423490342213088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216750482241119759/posts/default/8114423490342213088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carouselinparis.blogspot.com/2009/08/dollymixture-blog-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08575630111354613212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PsDFb1kmb4/S_rjqrrrsCI/AAAAAAAABGU/y_qc7tOs8dE/S220/avatar_3cce8948bb09_96.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
