<?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-7074941492672304819</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:42:13.284+10:00</updated><category term='ocean'/><category term='gallery'/><category term='natural'/><category term='pirates'/><category term='songs'/><category term='positive'/><category term='outside'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='movies'/><category term='photographs'/><category term='books'/><category term='magic'/><category term='self development'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='garden'/><category term='how to'/><category term='birds'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category term='winter'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='the virgin suicides'/><category term='trees'/><category term='where the wild things are'/><category term='princesses'/><category term='journal'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='studying'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='seaside'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='glitter'/><category term='story'/><category term='clouds'/><category term='remedies'/><category term='the secret garden'/><category term='singing'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='radical self love'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='music'/><category term='frances hodgson burnett'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='links'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='style'/><category term='life'/><category term='playing'/><category term='rain'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='ships'/><category term='stories'/><category term='writing'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='love'/><category term='skin care'/><title type='text'>the magic of a unicorn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-3465755239726886220</id><published>2010-03-02T16:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:03:50.934+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1522887/tumblr_ky1tpsEklk1qa499ao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 420px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1522887/tumblr_ky1tpsEklk1qa499ao1_500_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's been raining so much that it's hard to believe the sun still exists. i know he is there, behind all the clouds. waiting, waiting. is it bad that i don't want him to come out until winter? &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/7074941492672304819-3465755239726886220?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3465755239726886220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-raining-so-much-that-its-hard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3465755239726886220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3465755239726886220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-raining-so-much-that-its-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-4241410547880216048</id><published>2010-02-28T14:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:57:36.652+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the virgin suicides'/><title type='text'>the virgin suicides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1478252/tumblr_krajo0QjZI1qziyd9o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/731038/tumblr_kq38b0O87Z1qzynmro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;... and today is the last day of summer!&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/7074941492672304819-4241410547880216048?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4241410547880216048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-suicides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4241410547880216048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4241410547880216048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-suicides.html' title='the virgin suicides'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5570135439167323144</id><published>2010-02-13T19:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:04:39.482+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is Valentines Day and I'm going to celebrate with my friends. If I had a date, this is what I'd wear ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/casual_blue/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15489456"&gt;&lt;img alt="casual blue" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlBzX3lxaXNMM3hHd0kzS0t3aFY0LWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="casual blue" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/casual_blue/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15489456"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/mulberry_bags/shop?brand=Mulberry&amp;amp;category_id=35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is probably the only "realistic" outfit, in the way of what I'd actually wear. I never used to like blue at all, but it has really grown on me (as you can obviously see!). I especially love the bag in this outfit, it's perfect. I'd wear this if the date was something generic, like to the movies or to dinner. Though maybe later my date would sing me a song and give me something they had drawn or painted for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/unicorn_chasing/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15489569"&gt;&lt;img alt="Unicorn Chasing" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm1wYkEyeTBMM3hHcWJRY0JsTlh5RncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Unicorn Chasing" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/unicorn_chasing/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15489569"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/juicy_couture_accessories/shop?brand=Juicy+Couture&amp;amp;category_id=51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one is definitely my favourite, but it makes me a little sad because gold definitely isn't my colour! I'd probably just look a little silly and washed out wearing all this gold, but maybe if my hair was lighter I'd be able to get away with it. I would wear this outfit on a picnic or on a unicorn finding expedition/date! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/sweet_valentine/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15991598"&gt;&lt;img alt="sweet valentine" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlNQTjc5NFFZM3hHU0dGdHI0ZzZBbHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="sweet valentine" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also a little unrealistic because of the golds, but it just seemed to suit this outfit more than silver! At least I would be able to wear this amount of gold without me fading away behind it all. This date would take place in a used book store, where we would buy books that we think the other would like - books that we liked ourselves, books with pretty covers or obscure titles. We'd spend the afternoon tangled up reading the books together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've never really though about what my "dream date" would be before. I'm not sure if any of these are it, but they do sound very sweet and romantic to me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have an idea of your perfect or dream date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fossil_jewelry/shop?brand=FOSSIL&amp;amp;category_id=60"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7074941492672304819-5570135439167323144?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5570135439167323144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5570135439167323144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5570135439167323144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines ♥'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-4426537708288602898</id><published>2010-02-05T21:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:47:15.888+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self development'/><title type='text'>Radical Self Love by Gala Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/the-playgirls-guide-to-radical-self-love"&gt;&lt;img src="http://galadarling.com/images/10/02/fafi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's no secret that Gala is one of my most favourite people in the world, and now she has given me reason to love her even more. During the month of February we are all going on an amazing journey of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RADICAL SELF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, instead of moping about Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;What Gala is doing is absolutely, tremendously amazing and I highly, highly HIGHLY recommend jumping on board and giving it a go! Gala is the main reason why I am here today, being happy and confident about my life. She really changed me for the better through her blog, and so, if you are ready to stop feeling sorry for yourself, then this is definitely the next step.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Loving and accepting yourself is one of the best things you will ever do in your life. Loving yourself doesn't mean you are "up yourself" or "full of yourself", it just means you love yourself for who you are. You might come across as full of yourself to some, but the people who perceive you in this way don't love themselves like you do. Loving yourself is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just click the image above to go straight to the mother post about it all, and remember to keep checking the site (galadarling.com) to look out for updates &amp;amp; new assignments. &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/7074941492672304819-4426537708288602898?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4426537708288602898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/radical-self-love-by-gala-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4426537708288602898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4426537708288602898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/radical-self-love-by-gala-darling.html' title='Radical Self Love by Gala Darling'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6219269844586111888</id><published>2010-02-02T17:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:48:05.623+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Winter Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S2fdc5bWEwI/AAAAAAAAADc/rKGPs3UVf9M/s1600-h/redcoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S2fdc5bWEwI/AAAAAAAAADc/rKGPs3UVf9M/s320/redcoat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433554963967382274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/293399"&gt;♫&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Tights in the colours of navy blue, black, white and cream&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ A red trench coat&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Cardigans in every colour&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Black, cropped leather jacket&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Summer dresses, but worn with any of the above&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Long sleeved shirts, especially ones that are exactly one size too big&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Ankle boots&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥ Wavy, curly and messy hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S2feP46wLwI/AAAAAAAAADk/nehSsasN08c/s1600-h/dresscardigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S2feP46wLwI/AAAAAAAAADk/nehSsasN08c/s320/dresscardigan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433555840004009730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1208574"&gt;♫&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074941492672304819-6219269844586111888?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6219269844586111888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6219269844586111888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6219269844586111888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-style.html' title='Winter Style'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S2fdc5bWEwI/AAAAAAAAADc/rKGPs3UVf9M/s72-c/redcoat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-1896045400810261252</id><published>2010-01-25T17:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:28:53.652+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>the adventures of the outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/339rgyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/339rgyg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to explore and discover. Little things can make me smile, like the way the clouds are floating in the sky, or the way the leaves are rustling in the wind. I met a bird named Mister Buttermilk. He hopped from branch to branch, whistling to me all the while. He was very sweet, but I haven't seen him again.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the sun set from my new sitting spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I went out another day, and I saw a butterfly with a torn wing. It couldn't fly and I felt so sad. Suddenly I had remembered that outside wasn't always as beautiful and happy as I remembered ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/9pyj5i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/9pyj5i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/34oc47b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/34oc47b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/30bg17n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/30bg17n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-1896045400810261252?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1896045400810261252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-of-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1896045400810261252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1896045400810261252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-of-outside.html' title='the adventures of the outside'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/339rgyg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5761451734349550782</id><published>2010-01-21T16:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:10:18.847+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"i want your smile to never fade away"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S1f9Y5OVicI/AAAAAAAAADU/caW1JayhciE/s1600-h/tumblr_kwjglfsBrL1qasghpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S1f9Y5OVicI/AAAAAAAAADU/caW1JayhciE/s320/tumblr_kwjglfsBrL1qasghpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429086479938062786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there once was a girl who sang love songs loudly when nobody was listening. she didn't sing them with anyone in mind. she just sung them because they made her happy.&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/7074941492672304819-5761451734349550782?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5761451734349550782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-your-smile-to-never-fade-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5761451734349550782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5761451734349550782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-your-smile-to-never-fade-away.html' title='&quot;i want your smile to never fade away&quot;'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S1f9Y5OVicI/AAAAAAAAADU/caW1JayhciE/s72-c/tumblr_kwjglfsBrL1qasghpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6912860326590035226</id><published>2010-01-20T14:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:51:18.910+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>i want to be wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2cxbupw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 700px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2cxbupw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately this strange feeling has taken me over. Instead of being content with just sitting inside all day, being online, playing my guitar or gluing things into my journal, I have been abandoning it all and just going to play outside. I even wanted to get some feathers to put in my hair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have never been much of an outside person. When I was young everyone in my family used to comment on how I was the quiet, inside one. Over the years though, I think I let everyone pigeonhole me as "the inside girl" and I stopped going outside to play at all. Then I grew up some more and nobody seemed to need to go outside anymore. Everything anyone really needed was on the inside. We could loose ourselves in someone else's life on television, or while away the hours chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still go out quite often, I never really just went outside and looked at everything.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now I have this little spot in my garden where I go to walk around and explore and watch. There is another garden fences off in the middle, the old, abandoned vegetable patch. It's so overgrown, whereas the grass around it is cut short and blunt. It's exploding with pumpkins and vines too. I would go in if I weren't so afraid of snakes. There is a tree full of yellow flowers, and when the wind blows the petals just trickle off and drift to the ground. I can lay down on my back and watch the clouds, or lay down on my stomach and watch the ants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am glad to go outside again. I truly feel like Mary going into her garden and, everyday, feeling a bit stronger and a bit happier. It's the magic. The magic of the world.&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/7074941492672304819-6912860326590035226?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6912860326590035226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-be-wild.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6912860326590035226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6912860326590035226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-be-wild.html' title='i want to be wild'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2cxbupw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-2699318475865126794</id><published>2010-01-18T20:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:56:51.316+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>a small warning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've never known what career I want to have after I leave school, so I just took the advice of a teacher and decided to take business subjects, for the purpose of studying business at university. But since I've been able to have a taste of business through taking these subjects, I'm really quite positive it's something I definitely do not want to do. Accounting especially is so soul sucking! I appreciate that there are some who enjoy it, and I actually do to some extent, but it's boring. I couldn't imagine me spending the rest of my life crunching numbers. Ick! Also, I've had two part time jobs and hated them to the extreme, even though they were actually pretty good jobs. I just couldn't stand working. How silly is that?! So I have been kind of worried about what I'm going to do after school. Maybe a year off? Maybe not? My parents have their hearts set on me studying accounting ... oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, recently I made a discovery about myself, and it's that I love analysing people, personalities and emotions. I do it all the time, and I love to do it. I never really realized that I did it, until I saw someone just mention studying psychology on their blog. My mind pretty much instantly went "oh my gooooooodnesssssss, DUH!". I had never really considered this, because I've been to see school councilors before and really, really didn't like it. I had instantly ruled out being that kind of person. I looked up information on the course and found out that psychology can be used in a while range of jobs though. So I am really excited, because I have finally found something that I think I really want to do. The slight "problem" though, is that I need to get an OP of 5. I don't even understand how "OP"s are determined or any of that kind of stuff - school has not explained this very well and I'm super confused - but I do know that 5 is going to be a challenge for me to get. I get good grades, but I'll need to buckle down and study like I never have before. (Seeing as I have honestly never studied before in my life ...) Therefore, the point of all this, was to give a forewarning that I don't know how often I will be able to update. I should be okay at first, but I could get super stressed and freaked out or something crazy. Who knows?!?! My attempts at studying will probably go out the window almost straight away, because being bored and/or stressed is just not an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post was a little ... "random" or "off-topic", but I just wanted to warn you lovelies! I adore blogging, so I hope I won't have to go on some kind of hiatus, but it's my last year of school, &amp;amp; so is consequently super important. I hope you understand ♥&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-2699318475865126794?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2699318475865126794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/small-warning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2699318475865126794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2699318475865126794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/small-warning.html' title='a small warning?'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-2962401397271997510</id><published>2010-01-17T13:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:08:16.301+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>my favourite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2rr5or5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very, very lazy today. i think it has something to do with how hot it has been here lately. I have been thinking all summer, "wow, it really isn't that hot this year!" but now summer is here in all it's glory to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have decided to show you some links that i adore, and that keep me entertained on days like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;Morning Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; is a page of adorable little games to play! I find the games relaxing but not entirely pointless - excellent also for afternoons and evenings when you are feeling stressed or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miumachi"&gt;Sofia Ajram&lt;/a&gt;'s Flickr photostream is really beautiful. Her photos have a kind of fairytale aesthetic, but are also quite grown up and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fan of black and white photography, I love the &lt;a href="http://www.thephotoargus.com/inspiration/60-inspiring-examples-of-black-and-white-photography/"&gt;60 Inspiring Examples&lt;/a&gt; of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about your star sign at &lt;a href="http://www.iloveindia.com/astrology/"&gt;Astrology in India&lt;/a&gt;! I love this website, because it has many differnet sections on the one star sign and is very informative. I read all of mine (cancer!) and even looked up my friends' star signs as well - it's so accurate! I love reading star signs because they can describe certain things about your personality that you knew you had, but never knew how to accurately explain it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.gardensablaze.com/HerbLavenderMed.htm"&gt;Medicinal Uses of Lavender&lt;/a&gt; was an interesting read. I recently purchased a bottle of lavender oil and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it! i use it on my skin, and it heals amazingly, as well is putting it on my pillows to help me sleep easier at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eightprinciples.com/"&gt;The Eight Irresistible Principles of Fun&lt;/a&gt; is amazing, amazing, AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopruche.com/index.php"&gt;Ruche&lt;/a&gt; is an adorable (and super affordable!) online clothing store. I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUCHE is a modern women's boutique with a vintage touch.  We try to find items that are new, in-style, trendy, yet still   inspired by a vintage look. We handpick each product to give you the perfect selection of   clothing, accessories and more.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7074941492672304819-2962401397271997510?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2962401397271997510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favourite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2962401397271997510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2962401397271997510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favourite-things.html' title='my favourite things'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/2rr5or5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-3620946709593366053</id><published>2010-01-15T15:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:00:51.922+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>the dolls' theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been let in on a very special secret and have been invited to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/spx2f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/spx2f8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have tickets to a few perfomances, and I want you to come with me! But we are absolutely sworn to secrecy! We cannot tell a soul, especially not any adults. Most adults wouldn't believe in such a thing, and the magic might die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/2mcvyoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2mcvyoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are the tickets, shh! Tonight we are going to see Romeo and Juliet. I also have tickets to see the Swan Lake ballet, so I hope you will come with me to see that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember to sign the back of the ticket - it has a space where you can, to promise that you won't tell anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/enchanted_theatre/set?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=15140424"&gt;&lt;img alt="enchanted theatre" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjlxNFIzSmtCM3hHcXF6dWhOV0hMUFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="enchanted theatre" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/anna_sui/shop?brand=Anna+Sui&amp;amp;category_id=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Items in this set: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 0.75em; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/bubble_hem_polka_dot_dress/thing?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=12962008"&gt;Bubble Hem Polka Dot Dress - UTTAM Direct&lt;/a&gt;, 45 GBP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/anna_sui_nylon_ruffled_trench/thing?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=12491100"&gt;Anna Sui Nylon ruffled trench coat&lt;/a&gt;, $550&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/christian_louboutin_high_satin_peep/thing?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13434722"&gt;Christian Louboutin High Satin Peep Toes with Knot&lt;/a&gt;, 535 GBP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lanvin_oulala_satin_clutch/thing?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=12806260"&gt;Lanvin Oulala satin clutch&lt;/a&gt;, $1,090&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/lee_angel_multi-strand_glass_pearl/thing?.embedder=835962&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13245160"&gt;Lee Angel Multi-strand glass pearl necklace&lt;/a&gt;, $450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am very glad I can trust you with this secret, and so are the dolls. They are very excited to see you there, too. ♥&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/7074941492672304819-3620946709593366053?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3620946709593366053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/dolls-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3620946709593366053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3620946709593366053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/dolls-theatre.html' title='the dolls&apos; theatre'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/spx2f8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5141518485584598720</id><published>2010-01-14T19:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:40:25.123+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><title type='text'>How To Be HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have come to realize that a lot of people just don't know HOW to be happy. i even asked myself how i am happy, and i had trouble answering it myself, at first. i understand that becoming truly happy will be a different process for everyone, but there are some things that i think everyone can do to become just a little bit more happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. you have to understand that even happy people are sad sometimes. if you try and be happy in the face of everything, and don't allow yourself some time to actually be upset if need be. if you don't, then you will just become really emotionally exhausted and burnt out, which will, inevitably, lead to being more unhappy than happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. you also have to understand, though, that you shouldn't get really upset over everything. if things just aren't going your way, find a way to fix it! sometimes when you are having an unlucky or bad day, you just have to go with it until it's over. but don't let it bring you down! if i'm having an especially bad time, i like to look at the clouds because they are so relaxing! if there are no clouds or it's rainy, i watch the trees instead. i always find that looking at little things in nature makes me feel best, because it always amazes me and i can get lost in my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. stop worrying about what everyone else is doing or what they are thinking. if you keep wondering what others are thinking about you, it will only ever lead you to becoming really insecure. i know it's harder to do than it sounds, and it might take a while to stop doing it, but life instantly become a hundred times better once you stop caring what anyone else thinks of you. the way i did it was to become selfish in a way. i did things for myself, and myself only. i wore clothes that i love, not to impress anyone, but because they made me happy. i did what i wanted to make me happy and stopped trying to impress anyone at all. i mean, really, why should you care about what some random person thinks of you? they don't know anything about you, and if they want to make silly assumptions, then that's their choice. but chances are that they probably aren't thinking anything bad anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. have a major clean up &amp;amp; clean out of your life! honestly, getting rid of all my old CRAP that had been sitting around in my room for years was one of the best things i ever did. this means cleaning out everywhere! i only have my bedroom to take care of, but wherever it is that you store all your things, CLEAN IT OUT! this means under your bed &amp;amp; in your cupboards, wardrobe &amp;amp; drawers, along with everywhere else. make sure everything is de-cluttered. my mum helped me a little when i cleaned out my room, and her motto was, "if it doesn't have a place to go, chuck it!". if you can't bear to throw some things away, but they don't have a place, get some of those big plastic tubs that can slide under your bed. i have for or five of them full of all my toys, haha! get rid of all your old clothes, too. give them to charity or other people that may want them, and then you will feel extra-good for helping out someone else as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. stop judging other people. just stop doing it altogether. this is also another process that takes a while to stop, because it's usually just habit to laugh at someone or make assumptions about someone just because of what they look like. when you judge people, it's just a show of how insecure you really are about your own identity. i used to laugh when people would say that insecurity is the reason for judging and making fun of others, but now i know that it's true. this one works two ways because; a) you will feel like a better person when you aren't making fun of people all the time &amp;amp; b) you will actually become less insecure as well. it's okay if you slip up sometimes, but at least try not to vocalize your judgements to friends or whoever you are with. if you keep it in your head, you are more likely to be able to stop more quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. this is my favourite one! write lists of all the things that made you happy EVERY DAY. when i first started doing this, i found it incredibly difficult to even write one thing. doing this makes you realize how many amazing things actually happened to you &amp;amp; how lucky you are!! it also helps to open your eyes and see all the good little things happening. because even if you had the most awful and horrible day, i'm sure you would have seen something beautiful, even if it was just the way the light was shining on a random persons hair when you were on the bus or something. if it was beautiful &amp;amp; made you happy, WRITE IT DOWN. you will be amazed at how your lists will grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, there you are! i have given you some things to start with, but of course, it is crucial that you also evaluate your own life &amp;amp; situation &amp;amp; see what needs to be changed or fixed. it might just be that your "friends" are actually a bunch of negative assholes or that you can't stand your job. if you desperately want to change anything in your life, you absolutely can. you are the only one who can control the things you do, so you have to go for it. life really is to short it spend it upset and bitter, don't you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - want a shorter but also extended edition? i wrote &lt;a href="http://unicornchasing.tumblr.com/post/332185814/the-secret-to-being-happy"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!!&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/7074941492672304819-5141518485584598720?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5141518485584598720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5141518485584598720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5141518485584598720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-be-happy.html' title='How To Be HAPPY'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-3584438980723704341</id><published>2010-01-13T15:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:25:25.944+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>please don't grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S01YyvCyuOI/AAAAAAAAADE/lV_gtjhR_0w/s1600-h/tumblr_kw5wgsL2Y21qavcl9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S01YyvCyuOI/AAAAAAAAADE/lV_gtjhR_0w/s320/tumblr_kw5wgsL2Y21qavcl9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426090754696198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;image found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://universeofmyown.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;her imagination had gone. in becoming grown up, her imagination had left. it took her some time to realize, but once she did, she cried. where had it gone? where were the animals in the clouds, and the fairies in the garden? while she was learning about the "big, bad world", her imagination had run away. she wanted it back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, she stopped learning about the "big, bad world". she stopped listening to what they all had to say about it all. she suddenly remembered that the world was beautiful, and that, if she went outside, there was birds in the trees and worms in the earth. she remembered that cinderella went to the ball and that beauty met the beast. she remembered that snow white bit the poison apple. she remembered madeline lived in and old house in paris, covered in vines. oh how she remembered, remembered, remembered! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;slowly, her imagination came creeping back. at first, she didn't realize - just like when it left - but soon she started seeing those animals in the clouds. and she could have sworn she heard fairies in the garden. she tied ribbons in her hair and ran about while everyone else was busy worrying about things that never even mattered. she read books about princesses and dolls and magical, faraway places. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then, one day, her whole imagination was back. it was maybe a little bit damaged, or maybe she was a little bit damaged. she didn't know, but it didn't matter. it was back and it was wonderful. she cried, the day her imagination came back. she cried for joy.&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/7074941492672304819-3584438980723704341?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3584438980723704341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-dont-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3584438980723704341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3584438980723704341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-dont-grow-up.html' title='please don&apos;t grow up'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S01YyvCyuOI/AAAAAAAAADE/lV_gtjhR_0w/s72-c/tumblr_kw5wgsL2Y21qavcl9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5688106532448176167</id><published>2010-01-12T19:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:29:17.735+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery'/><title type='text'>i have seen art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane. It was very excellent and I had a great time. I think I am pretty bad at "appreciating" art, but I found everything quite interesting, even if I didn't understand what it was all supposed to mean, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/20hpy1d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece was really cool, because over the top of the background image, is another image, made of little whipped cream bits, like what you see on sweets decoden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/261er03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/ioekxc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/f2omxc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS was definitely my favourite part of the whole gallery!!!! It was this little pink room with shelves full of trinkets and sketch books! The trinkets were all little treasures left by people who had visited, and the sketchbooks all had titles on the front, and you could draw something in them relevant to the title. There was two tables and lots of colouring pencils in the middle so that you could draw what you'd like to! There was all sorts of books like, "My Favourite Food", "My Best Friends", "Home Sweet Home" and heaps heaps heaps more! I drew in quite a few to be honest :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2m64sao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In fact, this was one of my drawings (I promise I'm better at drawing than that, hehe. I just like drawing with led pencils, I have no confidence if I can't erase!!) I drew this one in the "Who is King?" book. and OF COURSE the first person i thought of was MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/34nle75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, typically being a huuuuuuge Harry Potter fan, the next person I thought of was Ronald Weasley ;D So I had to put him in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drew a purple unicorn in "things you might not usually see"! I wish I could usually see them though :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2f084t3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little trinket that I left in the pink room. It's Piglet! He looks really happy there, I'm sure he'll make good friends with all the other little things left there, or make good use of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2qnzf4g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeep, can you see him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/30k3l14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/209t5ch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rooms looked really nice and fancy, but when you looked closer, it was actually a bit bizarre! There was birds in the wallpaper (pigeons, among others!) and peoples faces on the sauce bottles. Still, it was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2zqaljk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely the most amazing piece at the exhibit. It's a taxidermied deer (or antelope? or elk? i'm not sure, but it was something like a deer!) covered in bubbles. I thiiink the bubbles were made of glass (oh, i don't know much, do i? :P). Really super amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/qs03g9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a room full of knotted strings tied to the ceiling, in all different lengths. You had to take of your shoes, since once you walk in there it's a bit hard to see anyone else and you don't want to step on someone and hurt them! It was really strange and my friends &amp;amp; I couldn't stop laughing :P That's my friends legs you can see standing there, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/1675hx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 531px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/6prhnn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/jl2gs6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aaand this was my outfit! I apologize AGAIN for blocking out my face, but I looked really annoyed. Probably because I only had a few minutes to take pictures (AGAIIIN, it's the story of my life!), plus the lighting and settings on my camera were all wrong, since I had no time to fiddle with them. I think I am destined to bad mirror-pictures for the rest of my life ... noooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Outfit Rundown&lt;br /&gt;Dress: TEMT&lt;br /&gt;Navy Tights: Big W&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: No idea - wanted to wear a different pair that looked much better, but my feet would have diiiied because they are so high and we did lots of walking.&lt;br /&gt;Jewelery: Gifts, Gossip Girl (Big W), Diva &amp;amp; Equip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friend said I reminded her of Zooey Deschanel today, hehe. Which I totally thought of her when I saw this dress in the store! But I swear I look nothing like her. She has such big, cute eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, that was my day! I enjoyed myself very much :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-5688106532448176167?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5688106532448176167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-seen-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5688106532448176167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5688106532448176167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-seen-art.html' title='i have seen art'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/20hpy1d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-7861297695366277281</id><published>2010-01-11T16:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:07:31.659+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>shopping, shopping ~ ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today i went on a much-needed shopping trip. i'd been to my local stores many times, only to be disappointed by the lack of stock &amp;amp; range. so i went further away from home, to a really big shopping centre that's an hour away from where i live. i'm really glad i went there, because i found really perfect things that i love. i was gearing up for having to buy some things that i only kind-of-like-but-not-really, since i was in rather desperate need of new clothes, and the "trends" these days seem to be nothing i like. i am really picky and have a rather strict criteria for the clothes i buy. i guess it's because i'm a bit of a snob ... my clothes can't be made out of certain types of material because they don't sit right or don't feel right against my skin. that kind of thing is usually only a problem in really cheap stores though, so i just avoid them. i also like to wear things that aren't too short at the hem, and that aren't too low around the neckline. both of these criteria are, unfortunately, rather hard to come by in clothes these days.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i came across a few items that i really loved. my sister said all of them reminded her of Blair from Gossip Girl. which makes me happy, because i really like her style. i am so excited to wear all my new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;you may have noticed that i haven't posted any outfit photos lately, and that is because i've just been wearing the same (all black) boring outfits over and over. now that i have some new things to mix in, i am going to take outfit photos again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i got today was the Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster CD. ahhhhhh! ♥ i fall more in love with her everyday! really, she is so amazing ... i cannot even say. i really love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also tried this "messy ponytail' hairstyle today. it's really cute, and i've recently cured my "phobia" of having my hair up (yes, i know. i just didn't like it...), and i think it will be really cute to wear to school as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14x5n0S1B-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14x5n0S1B-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-7861297695366277281?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7861297695366277281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/7861297695366277281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/7861297695366277281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-shopping.html' title='shopping, shopping ~ ♪'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-7074929559817200779</id><published>2010-01-08T18:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:33:12.455+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I began journaling like I said I would. I really enjoy doing it, even if my creativity isn't really at the standard I would like it to be. Still, I can express the things I love in an entirely different format to what I'm used to. It's also a whole lot less nerve wracking than having a written journal, because I know that even if my little sister reads it, it won't make a whole lot of literal sense. It also brings back memories of being in pre-school and primary school, with the whole cutting-and-pasting thing. I even use the same clag glue paste that I did back then. Ahh, nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2wlzhjt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2wlzhjt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/3343pu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/3343pu8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/i3sx7l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/i3sx7l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The first one was me just trying out the style and seeing how well material stuck to paper etc. So it looks kind of messy but I still think it looks okay. The second one is of Tegan and Sara. I cut out their picture from an interview in a magazine, and stuck my favourite question and answer above it. On the opposite page I wrote the lyrics to their song "Back In Your Head". (Which I probably got wrong, hehe). The third and final page is just about my little love of ships. I saw the picture and knew I had to have it in my journal. Then it just spawned the writing about ships etc, which is kind of similar to what I said in my post about the sea side ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Went to a 50's style diner, and had the most delicious burger &amp;amp; strawberry milkshake. The interior was filled with old coca-cola ads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Went shopping and actually found shoes I like ... but my size was sold out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Visited my nana ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She gave me lemons to use in my skin care recipes.&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/7074941492672304819-7074929559817200779?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7074929559817200779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/journal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/7074929559817200779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/7074929559817200779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2wlzhjt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-3397527669793437131</id><published>2010-01-07T16:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:53:28.472+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/9abk7r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 187px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/9abk7r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weather is still rainy and the air is cool. I love it, I think it should stay this way until Summer is over. This afternoon I went into the garden, where the grass is overgrown. I sat down on the wet grass with my dog, and watched the wind blow yellow petals from the flowers on a tree. It was very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've begun to think a lot about school again. I am excited for buying new books and other things for my last year of school. I just hope that the year goes well!&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/7074941492672304819-3397527669793437131?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3397527669793437131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/weather-is-still-rainy-and-air-is-cool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3397527669793437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/3397527669793437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/weather-is-still-rainy-and-air-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/9abk7r_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5122707116748920794</id><published>2010-01-04T15:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:08:24.108+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/dloq39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 101px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/dloq39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;today i quit the job that i didn't like working in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i have been sitting in bed eating marshmallows this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i found lots of lovely materials for my new journal, all i need now is to buy some new scissors and glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; my day has been nice.&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/7074941492672304819-5122707116748920794?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5122707116748920794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5122707116748920794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5122707116748920794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/dloq39_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6462298651802079408</id><published>2010-01-03T14:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:16:04.685+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Rain and Thunder and Ribbons and Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/5cx4s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 435px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/5cx4s4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today, it is raining. i love the rain. it's so cosy. every now and then i can hear the distant rumbling of thunder. it's so relaxing and lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i made a little cubby out of sheets and chairs today. the pictures didn't turn out so well, but i think it's very nice. it's perfect for rainy days like today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tied a big pink ribbon in my hair today, too. it's very pretty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and mum are outside, on the back veranda, playing "Guess Who?". Remember that game, where you had to ask questions to guess which character the other person has. Funnily enough, my mum was the one who asked to play it with my brother. Doesn't that just prove that there really is at least a little bit of a child inside of us all?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/23k6lbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 517px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/23k6lbd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://community.livejournal.com/jr__nal/4446484.html"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i found a wonderful journal community on livejournal today. it was full of such beautiful journals, like the one above. i think i just might start a creative journal. i have wanted to for a very long time, but the image of what i wanted it to be like was never clear in my mind. now it's quite a lot clearer and i'm very excited to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very much need a new hair style. it has grown out to how i had it when i was 13. it looked pretty bad then, so i don't know why i have it like this now. i guess because it's a refreshing change to having hair all over my face. maybe i'll wait until summer is over to change it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7074941492672304819-6462298651802079408?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6462298651802079408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-and-thunder-and-ribbons-and.html#comment-form' title='0 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6450280998446832885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6450280998446832885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6604145239220134734</id><published>2010-01-02T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:40:38.645+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>the shed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;the shed is big and filled with old things. old beds, old chairs, old counters. the bathroom is outside, and at night you have to skip over the toads to get there. if you walk out the back far enough, you will find the river. if you walk far enough to the left you will come to the dam, where a miniature pony and it's mother play. i made friends with them once, but they followed me home.&lt;br /&gt;in the shed, everything is mismatched. everything inside was bought because it was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer a nice hotel to the shed. i like things to match, i like new linen, i like new things. i like it when there aren't a thousand bugs flying around your face when you are trying to sleep. when it's time for bed, i pull the sheet up over my face, for fear that the bugs will land in my ears, nose or mouth. one night, i saw a firefly. it was so bright, i thought perhaps it was some kind of alien spy camera, instead of just an innocent, glowing bug.&lt;br /&gt;at the shed we play cards to pass the time. sometimes our games can last forever. but you can only play cards for so long, and after a few games we will go and read on our own instead. i have been reading Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne.&lt;br /&gt;one afternoon, at the shed, everyone was playing a family game of cricket - except my grandparents and i, i'm not big on sports. as my brother and cousin went racing for the ball, they collided, resulting in a lot of panic and blood. everyone quickly rushed to get the two boys into the car and they drove off to the hospital. my cousin had to have over 20 stitches in his forehead, and my brother had to have some above his eye. i waited nervously at the shed for three hours, watching the driveway closely for any sign of a car. all this time many scenarios were rushing through my head, all as upsetting as the next. so you can imagine my relief when my brother and cousin both sheepishly came back to the shed with stitches and bandages. my brother looks rather funny now. his eye is so puffed up and purple, that he cannot even open it. all you can see are his long eyelashes poking through the puffed skin. i told him, oh well, at least you'll have an excellent story to tell when you get back to school. he agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to stay for an extra day at the shed. i didn't want to. i was longing for home, for my friends and an internet connection, but i had to stay. we stayed at the shed full of old, mismatched things until the new year came. i decided that i needed to be happy when the new year came, not upset at the fact that i wasn't home, or else the whole year would go badly. so, i put a smile on my face and played cards with my family instead. we decided not to play cricket for a while. which is quite understandable, if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074941492672304819-6604145239220134734?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6604145239220134734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/shed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6604145239220134734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6604145239220134734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/shed.html' title='the shed'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-4594953298450982240</id><published>2010-01-01T12:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:46:06.778+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seaside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>i think i might like the seaside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/m95b48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/m95b48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/qs7dvt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/qs7dvt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i went to the sea side. i don't usually like the sea side. most people assume i hate the sand, but then, most people assume many things about me that are incorrect. i don't correct them because i think even assumptions are use of the imagination. and i like that people think all sorts of funny things about me. what i actually don't like is being in the ocean, especially when the ocean has waves. also, having very fair skin, i find the very hot sun rather annoying. anyway, the sea side is very beautiful. it always takes my breath away. every time. most people i go to the beach with, are either eager to jump straight into the water, or trudge along the sand, sending complaints into the air about the sun and sand. but me, i like to stand on the shore and watch the water. i don't like to complain at the beach. i feel like i am disturbing the peace of the world if i complain there. i like to look at all the individual little shells poking through the sand. i like to search the horizon for ships, and i always wonder what the people on them are doing. usually, i think they are pirates. i always imagine that they would be singing and drinking rum. i also like to watch little crabs scurrying about on their important business, and i like to watch the seagulls swooping down around them. i can't help it, but everything i see, i wonder where it came from. i think about it's family and what it's experienced in it's life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one day, we went to the sea side when the tide was out. you could see thousands of tiny balls of sand that the crabs had made. i felt intensely guilty when i had no choice but to walk over them. i hoped that i wasn't ruining too much for the little creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/5vbsdu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/5vbsdu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an abandoned ship at this beach, stuck in the mangroves. it is very mysterious. how did it get there? i had visited this beach and the boat many times over my years of holidays, and it is always there. i wonder what kind of things it saw at sea - if it ever went to sea. there is really no way of knowing. but it always makes me so curious. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we went to the sea side another day, but at a different location, a bit further away. here, at the sea, there is a very long pier, that extends out over the ocean. all along it, fishermen were casting their lines, hopeful for a good catch. i drifted slowly up the pier. i couldn't help it. it was too beautiful, there was no way i could have gone any faster. i wish i could have taken more time, but my family were teasing me for being slow already. the tide was on it's way out, and so large banks of sand were left exposed for the first half of the journey up the pier. on the very horizon i could see the sails of just one ship. i thought that they were definitely pirates. even if the sails were too white. the water was the most perfect sea colour. green, but blue. and, if you looked hard enough, you could see where the water turned a magnificent deep blue, indicating deeper water. over to one side, in the distance, you could see land. my mother told us that it's where the fairies live. my brother told her fairies don't exist. "only because everyone forgot about them," she said. i stopped to look over the railing at one of the exposed sand banks. i could see a hundred little crabs, going about their business. one particular crab caught my eye. he was much bigger than the rest, and his blue shell was so shiny. i decided that he must definitely be the king. as i decided this, i noticed all the other crabs really did seem to be scurring around him, as though he was a very imporant crab. to the other side, opposite to the fairy land, the sea seemed to go on forever. the sky was so perfect, and the clouds looked like a marching band of animals. i definitely saw an elephant, as well as a rabbit and a cat. the marching band went almost all the way around the sky, and almost ended at the fairy land! all too soon, though, i was back on land. all i wanted to do was turn around and stay out on the pier all day. i thought that if i lived near the pier, that i would go there every single day. being on the pier made me happy, it made me feel alive. it was so peaceful, as the wind was so strong that it would block out the sound of any conversations as i wandered past. i felt safe and comfortable. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i like going to the sea side on my own. for me, it's a peaceful place. it's not for yelling or screaming. or even talking. everything at the sea side makes me curious. it's all so simple. there is the ocean, the sand along with maybe some grass and trees. that is all. there is nothing overly complicated at the sea. it makes being a peaceful and curious person easy. at home i do live rather close to the sea. but not close enough that i could visit everyday, to walk, explore, read and write, which is what i'd like to do. i'd like to be at the beach while the sun is setting. that seems like it would be the most peaceful thing of all. maybe one day i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps - HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know this year is going to be super fabulous! My list of resolutions is quite long, though I've never had resolutions before. So I hope I can stick to them, because they all mean a lot to me.&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/7074941492672304819-4594953298450982240?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4594953298450982240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-might-like-seaside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4594953298450982240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/4594953298450982240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-might-like-seaside.html' title='i think i might like the seaside...'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/m95b48_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5588105953686647291</id><published>2009-12-27T13:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:02:50.617+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>An Australian Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 362px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/m7dsnl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 362px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2euoe2w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope your Christmas was very enjoyable! Mine sure was! I couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve night, and only slept for a few hours before I woke up &amp;amp; waited for everyone else to wake up. Despite the fact that my parents said this Christmas was only going to be a "small" Christmas, I still got a lot of things. I am so lucky and very grateful for all the gifts I got. We of course had the traditional bacon &amp;amp; eggs for breakfast, which was delicious. By this time it was around 8AM, so it was time to set off to my grandma &amp;amp; poppy's house to give them their presents! (&amp;amp; receive ours, hehe.) I got Hello Kitty stuff from my grandparents - 2 purses, a cosmetics case &amp;amp; Hello KittyXMac cosmetics as well as a few other things! We went back home after an hour or so to begin setting up and putting out food for when our visitors arrive. The table was so long and full of all kinds of food; shortbread, chips, biscuits, lollies, chocolates &amp;amp; nuts. Yum! Soon everyone arrived and the Christmas party was in full swing. For lunch we had a big roast, with my dads special camp oven recipe. It was really delicious. We usually only have cold meats at Christmas because it is so hot, but this year the weather stayed under or at least aroun 30 degrees (celcius). I mainly looked after cousins two year old daughter, Skyla. She is an adorable little girl who likes to count to ten and roar like a lion! When was jumping on the trampoline, she would say, "boiiing! boiiing!". All too soon the day was over, and I was feeling exhausted (two year olds like to run around and do lots of things, you know!). I eventually went to bed and had to wake up the next morning at 7AM to go to the Boxing Day sales at the shopping centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping centre was packed full of so many people, it was crazy! I didn't buy very much, but what I did buy I am very happy with. I got a "Classic Pooh" (Winnie the Pooh) Calendar for 50% off, as well as an Eiffel Tower necklace, pearl bracelets and another silver bracelet - all for $20. In the bookstore, I found a book in superstitions that was reduced from $45 to $9.95 as well as a Harry Potter time-turner like Hermione wears in Prisoner of Azkaban! I also went to the store today and found Gossip Girl jewelery - it was all $5 per piece on clearance, along with the Marie Antionette &amp;amp; Amilie movies that were on sale! Some online stores have been having sales too, and I have my eye on a few items from Charlotte Russe ... I am just hoping they ship overseas &amp;amp; if they do, that it's not too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be online or posting until at least Thursday, because my family &amp;amp; I are going on a little holiday. I don't really want to go, as we go every year and it is truly very boring! My parents think it's relaxing, as there is nothing to do. But I usually do nothing, so it's boring not relaxing! Oh well, I will be watching my new movies, as well as The L Word and Gossip Girl. So I'm sure I'll be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now leave you will a lot lot lot of pictures that I have taken of my Christmas!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/33a4dgg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my (somewhat) cute (but also evil) kitty, Hamish. Snuggled up with some tinsel and decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/30hr1vo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was our table setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/5pfkb7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2ziykcw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2uhpm3s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choo choo - it's the Christmas Express. Delivering all the Christmas presents on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/160wvmg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my pretty new jewelery box, along with some of the new "jewelery" I bought for cheap. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/ephzs3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/eb1s9h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my outfit for the day! I'm wearing my new dress, along with my new (&amp;amp; actually real!) jewelery I got from santa~ hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for blocking out my face, but I've never taken photos of myself like this before so my facial expressions were rather... bad. Funny! but bad, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-5588105953686647291?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5588105953686647291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/australian-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5588105953686647291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5588105953686647291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/australian-christmas.html' title='An Australian Christmas'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/m7dsnl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6039429172251022870</id><published>2009-12-24T17:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:14:58.627+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am really excited to wake up tomorrow morning! The 25th of December will finally have arrived. It doesn't feel like Christmastime, though. It's usually stinking hot and everyone is excited, but the weather is actually rather cool (no complaints here!) and everyone kind of keeps forgetting it's Christmas tomorrow. I am really excited for all the food! Mum has been making rocky road and pavlova, and my dad has been preparing the prawns (I don't like prawns though). It is my family tradition to wake up early and open presents, then have a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs/chocolate. After we have finished eating and opening presents, we visit my grandma &amp;amp; poppy for an hour or two. This year, we are having the celebrations at our house, so we will return home and set up for lunch and wait for all our relatives to arrive! After this, lot's of eating and drinking will commence. I really look forward to all the celebrating. This year, I'm also super excited for the presents - I really hope my family likes the things I got for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you have a very wonderful, happy, safe and MERRY Christmas! I hope it is full of magic &amp;amp; that Santa brings you some lovely gifts ;D&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-6039429172251022870?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6039429172251022870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6039429172251022870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6039429172251022870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6536275240052116327</id><published>2009-12-23T13:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:19:51.790+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remedies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/4h5zs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 466px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/4h5zs6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snowyriver/2370420572/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty bad skin. I'm prone to breakouts and I have a lot of blackheads. Yeah, it's not a nice image, is it? At first, in my earlier teens, I didn't get too worried about the state of my face, because it seemed everyone was really having the same problem. I just continued on with my skin care routine every day and thought it would all be fine. But then everyone's faces seemed to be clearing, and mine was staying the same. I didn't bother getting too upset about it, because there was really no point in that, but I did decide to do some more research on skin care to see if I was doing anything wrong. Well, I wasn't necessarily doing anything "wrong", but I did make a lot of changes to my skin care routine and, although my skin still isn't 100% better and perfect, it's still better than I could have hoped for! So, I am here to share my secrets - things that everyone really should know in order to care for their skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped using any kind of face-washing product that you buy in stores, and instead, switched to all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural remedies&lt;/span&gt;. I had tried every product you could think of for my face, and they all seemed to have around the same effect - it would control break outs a little - but that isn't good enough! Not to mention how expensive all these different products can be! I'd heard about people using natural remedies on my skin, and my friend has started using them and said they were great. So I searched the internet, and found a great website &lt;a href="http://www.skin-care-recipes-and-remedies.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! It has heaps &amp;amp; heaps of recipes to care for your whole body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all different kinds of recipes and ingredients you can use for different problems. Currently my skin care routine uses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;. Every morning and night I just use about half a teaspoon of honey on my face. Honey is AMAZING for your skin and makes it so soft. Every second or third night I add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sugar &lt;/span&gt;to the honey, which makes a scrub. It's the best scrub I've ever tried, and made my skin so soft that I couldn't believe it! The honey I got cost me AUD$3.80 for a jar, and has lasted me ages - a lot longer than a bottle of store purchased product lasts, and costs a fraction of the price! I've had blackheads all over my nose for years, and I had lost all hope of getting rid of them, but the scrub has seemed to bring them closer to the surface, and I am slowly getting rid of them. It's amazing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just remember&lt;/span&gt; that with scrubs, even though it may feel like you should scrub the heck outta your skin every day to get rid of deep blackheads, it's actually really bad for your skin and it just create more problems. It gets rid of all the oils on your face, and so the skin overproduces more oil in order to get it back, but then it just clogs your skin, which is exactly what you do not want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tea tree oil&lt;/span&gt; onto the most problematic areas of my face, as it's a natural healing agent. I've seen people say you should dilute it with water, as it can be too harsh for some skin, and cause more problems, but I've had the best results with just straight tea tree oil. I've heard that cutting a clove of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt; and rubbing it on un-opened blemishes can make they go away almost completely with no scarring. I'm yet to try this, but I've heard lot's of people say it's great. Your face will probably smell like garlic though, so I wouldn't try that before you're about to go out ... although it would keep the vampires away on a night out ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one store-bought product I still use is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moisturiser&lt;/span&gt;! I always used to think that, because my skin was oily in most areas, I didn't need to moisturise. Boy, was I wrong! Since I bought some, and have been applying it to my face regularly, it's improved the condition of my skin a lot more. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick tips&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;putting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;toothpaste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on really red spots overnight will reduce the redness. use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on big blemishes to reduce them in size (or use hot water on a washcloth and press it to your face, and it will draw everything to the surface - whichever way you want to go. i prefer using ice though). never squeeze your blemishes - I'd head this one millions of times, but never listened. now that I've actually listened it has made my face so much better! use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mineral make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - but still always wash it off. when trying to conceal blemishes, less is more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-6536275240052116327?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6536275240052116327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/natural-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6536275240052116327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6536275240052116327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/4h5zs6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-6078690814818919962</id><published>2009-12-21T14:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:17:05.617+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princesses'/><title type='text'>Princess Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/t5ga39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 304px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/t5ga39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got the best best best gift from my friend for Christmas last night. It's a little Disney Princess book of quotes! I have wanted it for a long time, so I'm really happy that I actually have it now. It's filled with beautiful pictures and funny quotes from some of the Disney movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the back it says "Listen to Your Heart" &amp;amp; "Live for Today". It's funny how things meant for children inspire me so much. &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/7074941492672304819-6078690814818919962?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6078690814818919962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess-gift.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6078690814818919962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/6078690814818919962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess-gift.html' title='Princess Gift'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/t5ga39_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-5162521783596386218</id><published>2009-12-18T14:23:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:48:55.029+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>Dickon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/35hocbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 335px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/35hocbb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justmouse/651374/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a dream that I owned a little grey mouse named Dickon. Now that I'm awake, the only thing I can think is about how much I want a little grey mouse named Dickon! There is just the problem that my mum absolutely hates mice, and would never let me get one. Not to mention the fact that my cat would probably have a lot of fun trying to catch &amp;amp; eat it! But, if I really did if a mouse named Dickon, we would be best friends. I would take silly little photos of him all the time, and stick them on my walls, and in my school books so I could see him all the time. I would love him so very much!&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-5162521783596386218?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5162521783596386218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5162521783596386218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/5162521783596386218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-mouse.html' title='Dickon'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/35hocbb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-1248338203114824051</id><published>2009-12-17T18:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:38:01.117+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>hello, hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These past few days have been half busy, half laz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y! In the mornings, I have been rushing around doing lots of things, then in the afternoons I have plenty of time to relax. I still haven't finished my Christmas shopping ... I have two more things I have to buy for my mum. Plus I keep thinking of gift ideas for things I could make for my friends, but I only have one - almost two - days left before the Christmas party at which I'd be giving their presents to them! I always seem to finish something (like a school assignment, for example) to a satisfactory standard, and then at the very last minute I have the BEST idea ever. But by then it's too late. Ah, what can you do though, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent way too long watching Gossip Girl yesterd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ay afternoon, and I'm still only halfway through season one. It's such a silly show (my mum hates it!) but I can't help but love it. I think everyone needs drama in their lives, and I'd just prefer my drama to be in a TV show. I love looking at all the fashion and hairstyles, along with the big houses. Jenny is my favourite character, she's so cute and kind of helpless. My younger sister is totally addicted to Gossip G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;irl, she never stops talking about it! She keeps giving things away for me, so that is why I am trying to quickly watch as many episodes as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/30139ev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/30139ev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/345bexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 273px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/345bexy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really like Angelic Pretty's 'Dessert Collection' series! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's not normally the kind of AP I like (over the top) but every so often I feel the need to tone it down a little. I have been wanting some more casual Lolita clothes that I can wear on a day-to-day basis. Even though I don't want to wear Lolita every single day, I do want to wear it more often than I currently do, but my wardrobe currently doesn't permit that. Hopefully once I make a few more things, I can wear it more often! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get busy now! I want to at least try and get a few things made for my friends gifts! After Christmas, I want to write more than just what I have been doing with my days. I am very inspired by the blogs that have articles for self-development and that kind of thing. So, I will try my best to come up with something decent for you to read! Hehehe!&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-1248338203114824051?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1248338203114824051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1248338203114824051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1248338203114824051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello.html' title='hello, hello!'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/30139ev_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-2487984714643379043</id><published>2009-12-15T15:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:53:21.080+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>outfit &amp; a change of name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/30vjbrm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please ignore the fact that it now has the wrong URL on it, I edited it before I changed my blog name. Which was silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Outfit Rundown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirt:&lt;/span&gt; Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumperskirt:&lt;/span&gt; The Veronicas/Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socks:&lt;/span&gt; Big W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoes:&lt;/span&gt; Secret Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrist Cuffs:&lt;/span&gt; Handmade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bag:&lt;/span&gt; Bodyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair accessory:&lt;/span&gt; MacDonalds/Sanrio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope that, for now, you will excuse the bad mirror-pictures of my outfits. The one thing I asked for to get as a Christmas gift, was a tripod for my camera. So, if I am lucky enough to get one, the quality of my images will improve, and I will try to make them much more interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went to the shops today to do a bit more Christmas shopping. I got my little sister some shoes she wanted really badly, she was almost crying, haha! She is such a drama queen, and she loves shoes too much for her own good. But they were really amazing shoes, the last ones of them left AND they fit her perfectly. Tomorrow, I am going shopping again to get gifts for my mum! I am going to get her the thinks she's hinted at, but I'm going to search extra-hard for some things that will really surprise her too ~ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also, I changed the name and URL of my blog. The URL is now magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com ! So if you had it bookmarked or something like that, it would be wise to change the information, hehe. I couldn't sleep last night and I started thinking about my blog name. 'Pirate Doll' has been my online identity for about three or four years now, and even though I still love it and use it everywhere, I feel like I want a change from it. Or at least to have my blog called something different. Since finished The Secret Garden, I've been really inspired and constantly thinking about "magic" and along with the fact that Harry Potter is my most favourite book series ever, I thought I would love it to somehow be in the title of my blog. Unicorns are my favourite fantasy creature (although I am sure they are real! Or at least once were!), and I thought it would be a good fit. I could have used my favourite animal, but "the magic of a penguin" just doesn't really have the same effect, haha. So, I changed it before I thought it was too late to change. It really could change a million times from now, I'm not sure. I change everyday, but for now, my blog is this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7074941492672304819-2487984714643379043?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2487984714643379043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/outfit-change-of-name.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2487984714643379043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2487984714643379043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/outfit-change-of-name.html' title='outfit &amp; a change of name'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/30vjbrm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-8366384352178121672</id><published>2009-12-14T19:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:31:40.182+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Building Up a World of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, when I first heard it, I thought, "wow, I can kind of relate to this!". The song talks about building up a world of magic, because real life is tragic. Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say my real life is tragic, but I do like to imagine and day dream when I don't like where I am or what is happening. I feel like I can build up this whole other world, and I'm only a part of it, and all the things and people that make me upset cannot reach me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This state of mind is also something I connect straight to Lolita fashion. Wearing the fashion separates me even more so from the things about society I don't like. In so many ways it's an escape, and a way to say, "I'm nothing like you". (Of course I also wear it because I love it dearly!) So, I find it such a strange coincidence that Hayley is wearing a Lolita dress in this video clip. Yes, I believe it is from Bodyline, but it's one of their better products and it looks really nice on her. It's like they also made the connection from this frame of mind to the fashion - even if they didn't really know about Lolita! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the sound of burying my castle though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074941492672304819-8366384352178121672?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8366384352178121672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8366384352178121672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8366384352178121672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Building Up a World of Magic'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-8324525824236221596</id><published>2009-12-13T20:24:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:38:00.578+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Glitter Can Save the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/SyTBqKSzL0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x5w8djUfdUw/s1600-h/56a146b4a02d4a49_27513PCN_LadyGaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/SyTBqKSzL0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x5w8djUfdUw/s400/56a146b4a02d4a49_27513PCN_LadyGaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414665582068051778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singer Lady Gaga has said that glitter can solve the world's problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"With you little monsters, there is no hate in the world, there is only love. And you know, I believe that if a world war took place, you would all sing and dance and throw glitter until everybody stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sequins are much more fun than bombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/2009-lady-gaga-thinks-glitter-can-solve-the-worlds-problems-news.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074941492672304819-8324525824236221596?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8324525824236221596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/glitter-can-save-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8324525824236221596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8324525824236221596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/glitter-can-save-world.html' title='Glitter Can Save the World'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/SyTBqKSzL0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x5w8djUfdUw/s72-c/56a146b4a02d4a49_27513PCN_LadyGaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-2641055225163131603</id><published>2009-12-11T18:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:12:56.839+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where the wild things are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>We Are All Wild Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/5pmw5y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 5px 5px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 244px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/5pmw5y.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night I went to the cinema with some friends to see a movie I assumed was for children, as it is derived fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;om a children's picture book. I have nothing against children's movies, in fact I lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e them quite a lot, but I was soon to find that this movie was not like any other "children's" movie I had ever seen. It was so much more sad and problematic than the usual animated comedy. I was grinning from the first second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the movie perfectly depicted the child-like manner of which I have been longing for in my own life since beginning to read 'The Secret Garden'. I thought it was really perfect. At times it was frightening - actually most of the time it was frightening - which is why I didn't think it was very much suited for children. In fact the other children in the cinema actually lost interest and began talking and asking too many questions (which was really very annoying!). Sometimes it was sad, I came close to tears a few times! But most of all, there w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ere the happy times when everyone just let go and allowed themselves to be true Wild Things. There was rock fights and smas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hing of trees, running about the forest, a giant dog and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an outspoken goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, I feel like not much was resolved - which was what made it even more u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/SyIM-7qFRrI/AAAAAAAAABA/UgoPJYfnaSQ/s1600-h/475x709.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/SyIM-7qFRrI/AAAAAAAAABA/UgoPJYfnaSQ/s200/475x709.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413903977358378674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; children's movie - but it felt peaceful and right to have it end the way it did. It put an emp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hasis on the meaning of the story and the problems Max faced. I think the reason why I adored this movie so much is because of the child-like factor - the imagination. I don't think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Max imagined going to where he did and meeting the Wild Things, but the fact that all the older people arou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd him seemed to just be so serious was something I could relate too. All the adults around him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seemed so tired, uninspired and unimaginative, whereas Max &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was always creating, making things and thinking up little stories - even if he was still somewhat grown up and wise. This is what made me smile the most, because I really do think every adult believes that they have to take life very seriously. Yes, there are things that need to be taken seriously, and I guess adults can be really very serious if they wish! But I am very tired of other adults expecting me to stop loving child-like things and start being serious. Well, NO, I say! I want to be a Wild Thing, like Max, and make up stories and run around in a little wolf suit and make silly little things that really have no use, other than to let the person who it is for to know that you love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/1z2zorc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 220px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/1z2zorc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe, in my heart, that the creators of this movie think the same as me. They made this movie into less of a childs movie, and more of an adults movie for the very reason I said above. Adults need to appreciate that they too, are still Wild Things, and that they can be silly sometimes too. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is why I love this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7074941492672304819-2641055225163131603?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2641055225163131603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-all-wild-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2641055225163131603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/2641055225163131603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-all-wild-things.html' title='We Are All Wild Things'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/5pmw5y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-1124234706943816651</id><published>2009-12-10T11:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:41:50.967+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frances hodgson burnett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Secret Garden &amp; other books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to a few op-shops to look for a mirror to go with my new dressing table. I did find a mirror, but I also found three new books. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne and The Princess Diaries #5 by Meg Cabot. Altogether they only cost me $9.50, so I was very happy. Buying these books at an actual book store would have cost me at least $30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 222px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/1zg4via.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began reading The Secret Garden right away. I was very excited because I have watched the movie hundreds of times - it was one of my favourites when I was young - but I'd never read the book before. I am only up to chapter 11 so far, but I love it already. The thought of a big old house and a secret garden and a sweet little bird who makes friends with humans really evokes the adventurous child within me - no matter how deep she is buried! I very much want to read A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and I have wanted to for a very long time, it's just that I've yet to find a copy. Quotes from that book are often found at the beginning of the Princess Diaries books (which are one of my favourite series also!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it is openly said that Mary is not beautiful at all - she is ugly! This is mainly because of her being sick from living in India, and not getting enough fresh air, as being in the garden and running about makes her healthier and look much better. But it's such a change from many books of today, where almost every main character is said to be in some way attractive, and if not, their beauty (or lack of it) is never commented on. Maybe I've just been reading the wrong books, but I feel like this is true! I will stop myself from going on about beauty standards of today, and maybe leave that for another time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&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/7074941492672304819-1124234706943816651?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1124234706943816651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-garden-other-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1124234706943816651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/1124234706943816651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-garden-other-books.html' title='The Secret Garden &amp; other books'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/1zg4via_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074941492672304819.post-8636759940085514128</id><published>2009-12-08T12:59:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:54:15.187+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'>Eliminating the Negative</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chances are, in life, you will encounter negative people. You know the kind who are absolutely determined to see the bad in everyone and everything. The kind who are constantly putting others down and spending their time criticizing everything in their path. Yes, I'm sure you know just the kind of person I'm talking about. Sure, these people may have their good side too, but they can be so draining to be around, especially when they are being extremely negative. There isn't a lot you can do to change peoples behaviours, unless they actually want to change, but you can take steps to make sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are a positive person! If you are able to see all the amazing things in the world, instead of just seeing all the problems and things you don't like, you will be surprised at how much more free you feel. So friends, let's charge onwards to make our lives as positive as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, I was a very negative person once. I was the one determined to see fault in every little thing, and I always preferred to criticize, rather than compliment. It's not easy turning yourself around, I'm not gonna lie! But you can - and really should! - try. Firstly, you have to realize that being positive and happy does not mean you become ignorant to the worlds problems. There are better ways to deal with problems in the world that upset you, rather than sitting around complaining and making everyone else feel sad too.  Yes, some things might still make you feel really angry - like poverty, the governments decisions etc. - but these are things worth getting mad over. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; worth getting mad over things like people who wear fake tans or a TV show you don't like. Why waste the energy being negative and complaining about these things, when you can just accept that it's a person's choice as to whether they wear fake tan or watch a certain TV show. It has nothing to do with you, and I'm sure you wouldn't like to be stupidly judged on certain aspects of your lifestyle either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, try to become really conscious of when you start complaining about something - even if you don't think you complain a lot. If you find it hard - get people around you to point out to you when you are complaining. Make sure it's people that will actually tell you though! Or, if you are around a negative person a lot, just tell them that they are complaining. It may seem scary, but what's the worst they could do? Complain that you said they were complaining? ;D I find that a lot of negative people don't even realize what they are saying because negativity has become their habit. Once you become more aware of everything you say, it will be easier to change. Note what it is that you are complaining about and ask yourself, "is this worth getting upset about?" You could probably save yourself a lot of energy and time by just taking a deep, deep breath and reminding yourself that it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;really doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirdly, confront the issues that still annoy you. Maybe there is still that girl who just laughs way too loud, way too often and just really annoys you, and no matter how many deep breaths you take, you can't seem to let it go. Do something about it! I mean, you don't have to go up to her and tell her to be quiet, but you could listen to an iPod, do something, or go somewhere else where you couldn't hear her, right? There are many ways to solve the problems at hand, and once the problem is gone, there's nothing to complain about! If it's a bigger issue, such as governmental issues that just make you absolutely irate, (it's equal rights that does it for me) then it's time to get involved! Get out there and do what you can to change it. You can even do a lot by sitting at home on your computer, such as signing online petitions. Every little thing you do will make you feel like you are doing something to help, and this also creates the positive energy you have been looking for, as well as helping to minimize your problem. Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Surround yourself with things and people that inspire you. Sometimes you may just be feeling bitter because you are bored. Change around your furniture, put some new pictures on the walls! You will feel refreshed and less cluttered. When you can think clearly, it's a lot easier to be positive. Just remember, you don't have to be all happy smiles all the time. You are still allowed to complain if you've had a bad day, and be passionate about issues, just don't let silly little things annoy you. It's easy to be negative, the real achievement in life is being positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this quote sums up exactly what I mean by being "positive": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv3948540271" style="width: 502px; text-align: left;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv3948540271" style="width: 502px; text-align: left;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;F.decorate(_ge('photo_notes'), F._photo_notes).notes_go_go_go(3948540271, 'http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3948540271_64b3c44836_t.jpg', '3.1444');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;form id="fave_form" method="post" style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;input name="magic_cookie" value="f1f0fdd15593694c390723030b6c9dba" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveadd" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveremove" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I just can't understand what is it with people and negativity. While I am by no means a "positive energy inpirational and motivational speaker", I certainly am not a negative person. It is not a matter of being positive, but just being confident about yourself and believing in you. When I say I am going to do something, I do it, no what if's or but's......just do it. I certainly always see the glass half full and I certainly tend to stay away from negative people, just because of the their negative vibe. Stay around someone negative long enough and it just seems to seep into your brain. Just be confident." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loose_halyard/3948540271/"&gt;Loose Haylard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; @ Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074941492672304819-8636759940085514128?l=magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8636759940085514128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/eliminating-negative.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8636759940085514128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074941492672304819/posts/default/8636759940085514128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicofaunicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/eliminating-negative.html' title='Eliminating the Negative'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580078622530304611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFniTrIRp08/S39tlNFrPPI/AAAAAAAAADs/9pH0p47-1js/S220/hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
