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Johnny, Hi. I know I didn't write all weekend; I'm sorry but I was out, actually doing things, and I know you won't mind. You probably think the writing a letter every day is a bit mental anyway.
Ibiza is a beautiful place And did you know it's still 85% forest It's so strange because we saw goats on a steep mountain.
We are lead to the table where the boys will sit and meet thirty lucky fans. I sit next to Niall watching him sign pictures. There's this one girl about fourteen who comes up to them really calm.
I'm nearly 21 and I've never been abroad. Where should my first trip be?.
#movement. Ambling in Ambleside. Autumnal air on my face. Alone with my ample aspirations. Absolutely ace. An amble in autumn. An appreciation of awe-inspiring appeal. Awash with ambers and auburn.
The Perfect Apple The moment was perfect in that instant, As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors. The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance, On our honeymoon night in New York.
Welcome to all the readers of MY blog unit. I'm happy to announce the winner of blogme.net is......Marty jackel!congratulations Marty and hopefully see your butt at jet records in L.A next week.
Aujourd'hui c'était le 17eme jour et papa m'a fait la même blague qu'hier !.
Your school satchel, held together. Patches; Nineties funk and grunge. Smiley face and button pins. Hawked across an outstretched wing. To carry, witness, bare recall. Diary pages, points of import.
I had to go to BMW Motorrad in Guildford to get something on Saturday, and was astonished to find banners and BMW flags all over the show, and a beautiful woman directing me to a parking spot.
Ah, the 'summer sun', clear blue skies, sweat pooling in the back my layered suit,and my back-protector, The smell of a bit of spilt oil burning off the exhaust.
You know it's going to be a good day when you wake up and find the sun shining through your window, the birds singing and the smell of fresh coffee coming from downstairs.
It's ten PM Where you are In a lonely Hotel room In Kathmandu, A blanket of Stars in a Velvet black sky Overhead Like you've Never seen.
I'll be flying home tonight. I know you've missed me ;) Here's the thing. You know when you want something so bad, you'll jump at any small chance to have it. This is mine.
Being in the airport, What a beautiful sight. Love, happiness, warmth, Just plain delight. Hugging from old friends, Excitement to go abroad. People's faces light up, No one is ever bored.
I should just explain about the "Birdy" part. Angelo Uccello is my composers name. Angelo after my Grandfather; Uccello because it's Italian for "Bird".
#youngwritershousehold 'You have arrived at your destination' The sat-nav says to me, Though this is the furthest from the truth, That it'll ever be, For my heart is back at home, And so is my...
Chapter 2 The day finally came. I met Anna at the taxi station and we got a cab to the airport.
Chapter 1 'You are kidding right, mum?'. Mum shook her head, 'No, I'm not sweetie, we have given you and one of your friends the chance to go on holiday together, alone.'.
I miss you I miss the fact that I'll have to wait another year to see you Yeah there's skype and messenger but it's not the same as seeing you in person This was the best summer ever and I say...
I miss you I miss the fact that I'll have to wait another year to see you Yeah there's skype and messenger but it's not the same as seeing you in person This was the best summer ever and I say...
This is a plain little story. Not of grief nor of glory. This is the story of a little lost boy. Who searched the world, looking for joy. One day it just disappeared.
'Are you sure you still want to go, it's ok to change your mind.' my mum said hopefully, she was overprotective of me but I'd rather she was.
As a few of you kittens may know, I have been in France for a week or so - hence the whole not posting thing. But guess what. I AM BACK.