tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19788063113397599792024-03-14T08:19:53.906+00:00Lula heart.TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-78960776562374852942011-12-07T21:00:00.000+00:002011-12-07T21:00:28.578+00:00i'm back!it's been a year since i wrote on here.<br />
i remember the day i bought those shoes in my last post. it was a weird day, but i had a great time that night celebrating a friend's birthday.<br />
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i was away, a whole year in the south of France. i had the time of my life. I loved every single day. Everything I did, everybody I met. It was an experience that shaped my world and something I would recommend to anybody that gets an opportunity to do something like that.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You only live once.</span></i><br />
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I'm back,guys!TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-78016381161787091072010-12-05T16:37:00.000+00:002010-12-05T16:37:32.652+00:00new shoeeeeees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUFtpXgFv8NyMSe5B7xYzh8NzbjmGP6pzZpurJxMydL7Oos4bPJeHgn-9EV0D5sm0ETG3X-U9nEjvxPG1tEAg-8_2qr5XbU57w9gNgiCpTK-LJiDGhSHtZa8IpQ-zBXQhXjc5GC3TvpzN/s1600/P1160201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUFtpXgFv8NyMSe5B7xYzh8NzbjmGP6pzZpurJxMydL7Oos4bPJeHgn-9EV0D5sm0ETG3X-U9nEjvxPG1tEAg-8_2qr5XbU57w9gNgiCpTK-LJiDGhSHtZa8IpQ-zBXQhXjc5GC3TvpzN/s320/P1160201.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>that's all.TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-23123554189115568232010-11-25T19:41:00.002+00:002010-11-25T19:41:59.231+00:00letters.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3lguQbXULcSbvVkA1vDHy8r55r_Sj5quPGypv-au3ATnHRWst3JOde72ewWzohqauSz5l0ovM7ZOjHr_i9XZ-_yzvmDcMKX4ltyZQrdRFMB6Ayu8iSY9hst_vGsl9IPdTz-lqHnG8IbI/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3lguQbXULcSbvVkA1vDHy8r55r_Sj5quPGypv-au3ATnHRWst3JOde72ewWzohqauSz5l0ovM7ZOjHr_i9XZ-_yzvmDcMKX4ltyZQrdRFMB6Ayu8iSY9hst_vGsl9IPdTz-lqHnG8IbI/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMPyi85n6QFuocE2XpO6ftKyujCGvFu66pVMNK_mHVFMJJQ_vCI5anM0u6z80NQEjgvwliQx52MChy-6DZ5-GWFBfsqme4K06yiaDsX0QSVIBcgi2t3vM5mmiQdDkPELf14m-HS0WKREd/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMPyi85n6QFuocE2XpO6ftKyujCGvFu66pVMNK_mHVFMJJQ_vCI5anM0u6z80NQEjgvwliQx52MChy-6DZ5-GWFBfsqme4K06yiaDsX0QSVIBcgi2t3vM5mmiQdDkPELf14m-HS0WKREd/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this is the man made of letters. it's in Antibes, where I live, overlooking the ocean and the port. it's beautiful, i went there today to take photos because the sun was shining and i wasn't working.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then it got me thinking. letters. letters make words. but the same letters make millions of words, in all different languages. and one letter out of place can really change the meaning of something. yet the same letters can make up two words with completely different, or even opposite meanings. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it's so powerful. the power of letters, the power of words, speech.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'there comes a time in your life where you have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it, and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad and focus solely on the good. After all, life is too short to be anything but happy.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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So personally I think it's quite a contraversial subject.<br />
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Some men, like Ben Afleck, can just do it. They can get away with anything, even Uggs tucked into their jeans.<br />
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But I Ben Afleck's is acceptable because they're black. It's more subtle. Normal 'tan' Uggs on men, I'm not sure about. Especially tucked in.<br />
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But I don't know, I've got mixed opinions.<br />
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What do you think?TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-21330571512637739282010-11-01T15:32:00.000+00:002010-11-01T15:32:38.054+00:00stripes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLFZYdp3v9V7SRptVvwxRHwJN3Ae3b7rIks-JiclNLcnuO62_XN1xnZOVpe2tIu0MPFWW81pE63anqO99G7WJpg_EgbBVp8bWdXcLXhRx3gKmQ0XEaqZkrESWMwQYDjyxStfGYMZRzJ5D/s1600/antibes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLFZYdp3v9V7SRptVvwxRHwJN3Ae3b7rIks-JiclNLcnuO62_XN1xnZOVpe2tIu0MPFWW81pE63anqO99G7WJpg_EgbBVp8bWdXcLXhRx3gKmQ0XEaqZkrESWMwQYDjyxStfGYMZRzJ5D/s320/antibes.jpg" width="119" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a simple look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">loving stripes, so paired my black and white striped H&M top with some jeans and added a brown belt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tucked in the top for no other reason than I thought it looked better like that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and as it was a hot day, worn simply with gold flipflops and vintage sunglasses.</div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-47076584649175573492010-10-29T19:49:00.000+01:002010-10-29T19:49:16.921+01:00loves of the moment.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UqV3fvodRsMor0p5NqEQRfZCCDdY1i7_TTgkk-Dt0-97pfDGzQZFoX0AHUOoOFCChInMKj2jAyG6jH_w7f6MgyriFWpdK9uCiFsDKz8zliHHmdIM9Dqu-u5YVso-PhVL2BXRZQAF_XTz/s1600/topshoop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UqV3fvodRsMor0p5NqEQRfZCCDdY1i7_TTgkk-Dt0-97pfDGzQZFoX0AHUOoOFCChInMKj2jAyG6jH_w7f6MgyriFWpdK9uCiFsDKz8zliHHmdIM9Dqu-u5YVso-PhVL2BXRZQAF_XTz/s320/topshoop.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Topshop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sex & The City</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiWDBth6kSuuJJMzka3NWxCP89hRXATKmOMj3p1ymWBDprDwIMxOljhGZo7MlYuUnBeKwMLj9RKRXJKMyvvxIl6pn1wF1kDNtOp9h094KxSmL_O3tcEuIhhy9K74ob0z7CERUxY0sTpqY/s1600/louis+vuitton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiWDBth6kSuuJJMzka3NWxCP89hRXATKmOMj3p1ymWBDprDwIMxOljhGZo7MlYuUnBeKwMLj9RKRXJKMyvvxIl6pn1wF1kDNtOp9h094KxSmL_O3tcEuIhhy9K74ob0z7CERUxY0sTpqY/s320/louis+vuitton.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Loving this colour, also Abercrombie hoodies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just a few of the things that I'm loving at the moment. Some of them are way too far-fetched for me, the Louis Vuitton bag, the Louboutin shoes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I'm enjoying dreaming about them anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Topshop top is gorgeous and really want it, just a bit difficult as I'm in the South of France and seems that the nearest Topshop is quite far away, but no harm in looking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">love love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xo</div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-22686124048358198232010-10-28T20:28:00.000+01:002010-10-28T20:28:11.891+01:00a little find.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Image 4 - ASOS - Top confort boutonné devant" src="http://images.asos.com/inv/y/45/445/1042162/image4xl.jpg" /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">i've just found this top on asos, and i really love this look. it's so simple yet looks good.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">i think i'd pair it up with my River Island boots and add a few accessories - probably a necklace and definitely some bracelets.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">only thing is i hate how things never look the same on me as they do on the models...</div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-33950905075622227872010-10-09T08:20:00.000+01:002010-10-09T08:20:02.035+01:00England<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6aiD5iaB0Rf9B-_9f6xZWcZhtfkrZB0oS9C5jWao9YrjWqTyRYmxUusms2MHaAPlW-0hmvM3C1HI4gdWgsxCjAsYeXcYEqt_toYqXNK6WmPx46o3AWhgv3bHMuSWFhx8ijzEsFxtb0Mx/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6aiD5iaB0Rf9B-_9f6xZWcZhtfkrZB0oS9C5jWao9YrjWqTyRYmxUusms2MHaAPlW-0hmvM3C1HI4gdWgsxCjAsYeXcYEqt_toYqXNK6WmPx46o3AWhgv3bHMuSWFhx8ijzEsFxtb0Mx/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb-5W-1kykCppAhyphenhyphenz3uoIEQji-0UzqygGzjdARwUkn5FX-Rz3rlYbyKi6Frt-aqyrSMOA6R-l1e0JnemyQYUr_z8LNYi1_yFeVSWfbcWZQQwZdzgBf2rVxt3ayj1UStCG4XE8MgHjKEpf/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb-5W-1kykCppAhyphenhyphenz3uoIEQji-0UzqygGzjdARwUkn5FX-Rz3rlYbyKi6Frt-aqyrSMOA6R-l1e0JnemyQYUr_z8LNYi1_yFeVSWfbcWZQQwZdzgBf2rVxt3ayj1UStCG4XE8MgHjKEpf/s320/IMG_0951.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFU7tWlzfwQj5aWqW0aLpam7x8KGuw9Ipv6uIa9xobfDKBiKFWjDiGeYdVaGVY0y8Wb9pIhYPRjmEieRrSRjnvpvlBJKdk6GDesEZNeGeUKXMrj09QMyNQTgprv8HvMsk-SH_TAXeC-rq/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFU7tWlzfwQj5aWqW0aLpam7x8KGuw9Ipv6uIa9xobfDKBiKFWjDiGeYdVaGVY0y8Wb9pIhYPRjmEieRrSRjnvpvlBJKdk6GDesEZNeGeUKXMrj09QMyNQTgprv8HvMsk-SH_TAXeC-rq/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My last day at home before I moved to France.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spent it with my boyfriend at the lake near my house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>My look:</u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grey Skirt - H&M</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Black Top - Topshop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cardigan - Vintage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scarf - Vintage (J. D'Ormont, Paris)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunglasses - New Look</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Boots - A Coté, Paris</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-14638063487949141832010-10-04T19:56:00.002+01:002010-10-04T20:44:01.064+01:00my specials.xI'm back. I have started another blog about my year abroad because my uni asked me to, but i didn't want to put them both together because this one is for me, that one is for my family / friends / uni to read. they don't care about my boyfriend and my emotions or what i'm wearing today or anything.<br />
so that's why i've hardly posted anything in forever!<br />
well, i'm back. i hope. i miss blogging about girly things. instead i am writing about food and sunshine. which okay, i love. but it's nothing like handbags and blusher, or shoes or necklaces. or boys.<br />
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so, here goes.<br />
my best friend and her boyfriend have just broken up and it's made me really sad. they were so happy and such a gorgeous couple from the outside. but she said she didn't feel it, so what can you do? it has made me think so much, about friendships and other relationships in general.<br />
one thing i've found recently, this year especially, is that too many people are far too wrapped up in their own lives to care about things that are happening in yours. and that makes me question my friendships. i have so much fun when i'm with my girls, all the time we laugh we have so much fun. but then there's the question of, who's there for me when i need them?<br />
i know who's there for me.<br />
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i haven't had an easy time this past year, i've lost three people close to my heart. two grandads and a friend. it has been a rollercoaster, but ultimately i have friends and a boyfriend who help me through. they help me smile and change my train of thoughts when i start to get down.<br />
everybody should have somebody like that, somebody they can lean on and a shoulder to cry on. somebody to make them smile even when they're really low.<br />
i am so thankful for the special ones in my life, always there for me whenever i need somebody.<br />
even now, when i'm across the ocean, in a different country.<br />
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sorry for being so deep. sometimes i, just like everybody else, get a bit emotional and find it so easy just to write what i'm thinking and voila. that's exactly what this post is. a mix of everything, a little bit of waffle and a lot of emotions.<br />
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lovelove. xo<br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my new home.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">just beautiful. i feel so lucky.</span></div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-56244789900337542272010-09-27T20:24:00.000+01:002010-09-27T20:24:03.289+01:00emotions running wild.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so just a quick post to update you all on my adventure.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i have arrived in antibes,where i will be living for the next 11 months.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it is beautiful, the blue sky and palm trees. so far i am very impressed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but at the same time, i have so many mixed emotions.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i'm happy to be here. but it feels like a holiday.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i'm sad to have left my man. my family. my friends. i had a little break down just now after seeing my boyfriend on skype. i'm still emotional, it's so hard. since we knew i was coming here, we saw each other almost every day, which was so rare for us because of the distance. but it was amazing, it was perfect. we loved every minute, and now suddenly it's all hit me. i won't be seeing him again in the flesh for three weeks.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he's in england, i'm in france.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">skype, it's not the same. i can't feel his hand in mine, our fingers so perfectly folded. i can't see the look in his eyes when we say bye. i can't call him at any minute of the day to say hello. i can't smell his scent when he's gone.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all of these things, they're getting to me. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it's only a year, it's only a year. if i live til sixty or seventy, what's a year?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a year is a sacrifice of true love. that's how i feel right now.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it couldn't have come at a worse time, we had sorted out all of our differences and overcome any flaws, our relationship is at it's peak, and now i've left, off to a different country for a year.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">am i a bad person?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i feel like it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but this is an adventure, not just for me but for us both. he'll have holidays, we'll grow stronger. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">times will get tough, that's inevitable, but i'll stay strong for him.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the man of my dreams.</span>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-9395937245002034322010-09-23T23:03:00.001+01:002010-09-23T23:03:48.495+01:00this is my time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the time is so almost here. it's almost time for me to leave.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>destination: antibes, france.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my plane leaves at 6am on monday morning, it's all happening so fast. i got this job about 4 weeks ago, it took about 2 weeks to sort out a start date etc, now suddenly it's here.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i start in one week, next friday.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i leave in </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">three </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">days.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i'm busy trying to pack up my whole life into 40kg. i've started, but don't dare weigh it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">afterall, i am moving there. like i'm not just seriously overpacking for a holiday. it's serious stuff. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i've spent my last week here with my friends, also a lot of time with my boyfriend, and obviously my family.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it's so hard. but it's weird, it's not actually properly hit me that i'm going...and not coming back for a year. a whole year. 2011. sounds so far away, it's only four months away. september 2011. wow. twelve months, one year, fifty two weeks. ahhhhh.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i'm trying to work out what i'll miss the most.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the comforts of my own home? no, i've been at uni this year anyway.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mummys cooking? probably not, although there's nothing like it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my boyfriend? ...we don't talk about that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">doing what i want, when i want? nah, i guess i'm going out into the real world.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">english food? mmm fish and chips. wow. i'll miss that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my family? well they'll come visit.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">friends? also, i hope they will come out.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">speaking english? yeah, didn't even think about that one.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">wow, i have so many more things in my head. i'll miss it all.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but, looking at it from a positive light, i'm going on a new adventure, a life experience. something that will help me to mature so much and give me so many new experiences. i will meet new people and add to my list of friends. i will experience a new part of the world and get an insight into working life. i will be able to speak fluent french. i will get to taste proper french food, crepes for breakfast. see the french fashion. shop in amazing shops. driving on the wrong side of the road.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">now it's all going to be okay. everything will be fine and i will be able to share my experiences from over there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so hopefully not, but maybe my last post from this side of the channel.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">if so,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">speak to you from the other side.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lots of english love,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xox</span>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-50927678727087841982010-09-21T14:24:00.000+01:002010-09-21T14:24:56.505+01:00what is love?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yDT5y51HgEUt_M:http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/love.jpg&t=1" /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">what is it? what is the definition?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>love </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>- noun</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. a profoundly, tender, passionate affection for another person.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection as for a parent, child, or friend.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. sexual passion or desire.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">does this do it justice? how do you feel when you're in love?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">surely there is no common definition and each person experiences it differently and perceives it with a different meaning. maybe very slightly different, but still different. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so for me, what is love.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">love is the feeling of belonging and the sharing of intimate moments. be it with a friend or with a boy, sharing special thoughts or having a special connection. all friendships are different, all relationships are different, but there is one important common denominator; love. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i love my friends, i love my boyfriend, i love my brothers. i love them all differently so it's hard to define the word. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the friend love, that's unique to each friend. they all make me smile and make me laugh, some more than others, some i have a closer bond with but i love each one of them. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the boyfriend love, that's unreal. it's a feeling like i'm up in the clouds and i'm untouchable. nothing can hurt me when he's around, or even when he's not, he's still mine, the love is still there.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the brotherly love, they're both equal to me, my two big brothers. they both mean the world to me, but they are both so different, so does that make the love i have for each of them different?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i don't understand it all,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all i know is that with my boyfriend, i am in love. and i love it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i like there to be a difference in my face between day & night.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so i just want to show you my general day-time face, and explain. but bear in mind that these photos were just found among my friend's photography on my camera..so i was unaware of them!</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i have a very special person in my life that i try not to involve in my blogs, but inevitably he is a part of my life so sometimes i can't help it. if you haven't guessed, this person is my man. my boyfriend. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">& this weekend is a special time for us too, as it's our 2 year 'anniversary', so i just wanted to write about my beautiful other half.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he makes me happy, he deserves a post. :-)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so i'm going to quickly tell you all a bit about us so you can understand..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we live about an hour apart, but we always try to see each other as often as we can. now i know i'm moving to france next week, we're trying to make the most of every minute we have together. it's so hard, knowing i'm leaving for a whole year. but we're growing together, getting happier & happier so i know that everything will work out for the best. it's going to be hard, i know that, but hopefully the fact i'll be busy all the time will help ease the pain.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he's just turned 30, wow. i'm 19. wow again.... on paper i know it looks terrible, but scroll down, see the photos... & he doesn't look it, does he!?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he makes me smile, he makes me laugh, sometimes he makes me sad but i can never stay mad. the happiness overrides each time, because i know that he is mine. times get hard and things get tough, but the love we share is always enough. we dance, we play and sometimes we fight, but i always know that he's Mr Right. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>i'm in love, and i love it.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here we are, Eddie & me. Eddie & Laurie, soulmates.</span><br />
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</span>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-368449756154169812010-09-15T10:33:00.000+01:002010-09-15T10:33:36.025+01:00captured the moments.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've not managed to do a new post for a few days, as I've been busy. Here's a mini photo diary of what I've been doing:</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it just kind of happened.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was lucky enough to see Muse again this weekend at Wembley in London. I'd heard Kate Hudson was there (seeing as she's dating the lead singer, I wasn't surprised but was very excited). 'She's down there in the white vest top' my brother's girlfriend said, pointing to a blonde woman two rows in front of us. 'NO WAY IT'S ACTUALLY HER' I screamed into my boyfriend's ear during a song. 'She's putting her coat on', he said. 'come with me, quick.' I replied.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I ran down to the entrance to our block and she was walking towards me. I grabbed her hand & she said something to me, but caught up in the moment, I didn't quite catch it. I asked her to smile for a photo, and here it is.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It made my night.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Victorious.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">tomorrow is Saturday. but tomorrow isn't just any Saturday. <i>this Saturday is September the eleventh</i>. tomorrow will mark the ninth year of the tragic terror attacks in New York City & Washington State. as i'm going to be busy tomorrow, i wanted to write a post on it tonight so that everybody is aware of the day.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it was a tragedy that changed the entire world. i remember where i was that day. i came home from one of my first days back at school, telling my mum how upset i was that my friend Maddy was moving back to her home in America the next day. mum was lying in her bed when i was telling her this, then we turned on the TV to watch neighbours, but it wasn't on. it was the news, telling us about the horrific events. i could hardly believe what i was seeing, the heartbreaking images coming from the city that we had visited only a week before. we'd spent a week of our summer holidays in New York City that year, and we got home on September 3rd 2001. it was so shocking, even to me, just a child at the time. but at 10 years old, i understood the extent of the tragedy. it was heartbreaking, and of course I was worrying about my friend that was due to fly to America the following day. but as we flicked through the channels, we saw that it had taken over every channel and normal TV was rightly interrupted. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day that changed the world. September 11th 2001. thousands of lives were lost and millions of families were torn apart. people were affected all over the world, both directly and indirectly. worlds were shattered that day and nine years on, worlds are still shattered. all those little children that lost their mummys and daddys, husbands who lost their wives and vice versa, parents who witnessed their children's death and the thousands who lost friends and relatives. these people have had to suffer and mourn the loss of loved ones because of a horrific terror attack. the lives that were taken will never be forgotten. to me, they are all heros. every single one of the lives that was lost, each one of them is a hero. i'm sure it's the same for the whole world. such innocent lives, taken so horrifically. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nine years on, it is all running through my head with such vivid memories, almost like it only happened last week. the time has passed so quickly, but in that time, all those lives haven't been brought back. only the beautiful memories that their familes and friends shared live on. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All of the lost lives will be forever remembered and the broken families will always be in our hearts, everywhere around the world, we are thinking of them. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Please take one minute out of your day tomorrow, just sixty seconds, to remember the thousands of innocent lives that were taken on this day, 9 years ago. Not only the taken lives, but the lives that were ruined through injuries from the attacks and the heroes who helped during the devastating time that have been left with life-changing injuries and disabilities.</b></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">underneath the purple top, I wore a peach dress, also Topshop, and black leggings.</span></div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-48210042771069648872010-09-09T14:23:00.000+01:002010-09-09T14:23:48.165+01:00french manicures.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNutfjWwn-S6oq_a65sd4K0YxRJwVfHWWLGxQlXCRyMBoFzCbxLWDneIDZvFfcSXDNInnaiCeuKR6WVE9IIU7O7I-3eNWLa1zrGk5ntxMOLyA9pa1YHh227kBauJYyZvtqGJsnA-24Hfb3/s1600/34548_10150216641900722_518865721_13397930_6643426_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNutfjWwn-S6oq_a65sd4K0YxRJwVfHWWLGxQlXCRyMBoFzCbxLWDneIDZvFfcSXDNInnaiCeuKR6WVE9IIU7O7I-3eNWLa1zrGk5ntxMOLyA9pa1YHh227kBauJYyZvtqGJsnA-24Hfb3/s320/34548_10150216641900722_518865721_13397930_6643426_n.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">these were done in a salon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a shock photograph, i looked back on my camera after a day with my friends and saw this picture. thought i'd upload it to show you my favourite cardigan of the moment. it's vintage, it seems like we're all loving vintage clothes at the moment, and why not, hey? the scarf brings a bit of pattern to this outfit, that's borrowed from a friend, but it's a Topshop special.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I paired these two items with a simple cream t shirt & a grey skirt, and to keep it simple I just added some black tights. & then worn with my River Island boots that I've done a previous post on. I hope you like this look, but whatever you think, please leave me comments because I'm new to this whole blogging thing & really value your lovely opinions.xo</span></div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-74868229341700360592010-09-07T10:27:00.000+01:002010-09-07T10:27:26.025+01:00he's got style.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that's my boyfriend. at a rough guess, i'm going to say he has more shoes than me. not normal. but his newest pair are amazing, i fell in love with them. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this is them, his new KG's. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">they're great because they're smart enough to wear to a formal event, but also can be dressed down with jeans. he's a clever boy, with nice shoes.</span></div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-4343034018295167432010-09-06T10:23:00.000+01:002010-09-06T10:23:24.395+01:00another new love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsfmHJqERLuw6CS5zXugx6l41vpaHD-1oLGZVxzNUYfpx00JQa60Sigo5VuzJ5RW2nWltKfWedb8PonsX3r5L9NMjI7VvYhxmaj8DnPXfpOCop23HjqCPKMByzgR7leb4HqJg1SVJ6dan/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsfmHJqERLuw6CS5zXugx6l41vpaHD-1oLGZVxzNUYfpx00JQa60Sigo5VuzJ5RW2nWltKfWedb8PonsX3r5L9NMjI7VvYhxmaj8DnPXfpOCop23HjqCPKMByzgR7leb4HqJg1SVJ6dan/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICk1r0nMmc8F1TqhiZyB1Z-X1uXn88OaCLAF8bTVA0Xp2NDxBeqr1UGF6H9miqbLqLRvlQhGHs5miCVl63sC9juihRtKcGIGl5QW6YstL8cmoT1LTDEtShCDJTbNQ0J-RgIm8hzsXsmKJ/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICk1r0nMmc8F1TqhiZyB1Z-X1uXn88OaCLAF8bTVA0Xp2NDxBeqr1UGF6H9miqbLqLRvlQhGHs5miCVl63sC9juihRtKcGIGl5QW6YstL8cmoT1LTDEtShCDJTbNQ0J-RgIm8hzsXsmKJ/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my brown vintage handbag.</span></div>TheGirlWithTheCurlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644664990663253632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978806311339759979.post-69348569774042502662010-09-06T10:17:00.000+01:002010-09-06T10:17:15.181+01:00muse.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I'd been feeling a bit left out of the whole festival thing this summer. it had never occurred to me that maybe i'd really enjoy it, but as Radio 1 seems to be the best station in my car, I listen to it every time I drive and they never stop talking about the festivals. Anyway, lucky for me, my boyfriend's best friend happens to be the manager for Muse, so we get special treatment. it was this saturday at old trafford cricket club, and the first support act was on at 4.45, so in a way it was kind of like a mini festival, minus all the camping and the mud. but it was amazing to see, being up on the balcony, we could see all the fans filling up throughout the afternoon and into the night. & when Muse came on at about 8.30, there was absolutely no floor visable, it was just about light enough for us to see the thousands of people that had come together for one reason, love of three musicians. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The show was incredible, the support acts were great - starting with Pulled apart by Horses, then Band of Skulls, the Editors and finally.. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Muse </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">themself. It was amazing, and being up on the VIP balcony was cool too, but in a way, I feel like we missed out a bit on the atmosphere. Although the best part was not having to queue for the toilets!</span><br />
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