<?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-3263647486270422633</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:25:11.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read All About It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3413026365095640610</id><published>2010-06-04T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:58:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We decided to go over the other side of Loch Fyne and went to Inverary for our lunch</title><content type='html'>It was Friday 28th May 2010 at 3:30 pm.  My biological gran and my second step grandad came to visit Scotland.  My mum and I went over to my aunt’s around 5:00 pm so we got to see them, as well as my aunt, uncle and cousins.  We all had a Chinese take away for our dinner and it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to Saturday night and we all went out for dinner to the Italian Bistro restaurant on Great Western Road near Gartnavel hospital.  But my parents and I were late arriving.  The table was booked for 6:00 pm but luckily we got there for 6:15 pm and no later.  We then had our meal, although one of my cousins couldn’t make it because he was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we then went to Strachur to show my gran and second step grandad the cottage that my mum works at.  We decided to go over the other side of Loch Fyne and went to Inverary for our lunch.  But we had trouble getting back as there had been a motorbike accident on the road home.  We had to turn round and head to Dunoon to get the ferry back to Gourock and drive from Gourock to Glasgow and we all got back safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we went over to my aunt’s and uncle’s house again and stayed for dinner.  We had a barbecue because the weather was nice and sunny.  My uncle made the food and it was really nice and we all had a nice barbecue dinner.  After that my mum and I went home because we had work and college the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday night we went to my aunt’s and uncle’s again but only to say goodbye to my gran and second step grandad since they were leaving on Wednesday morning to go back home to England.  We all enjoyed showing them around Scotland and spending time with them and me, my mum, my aunt and my cousin are hoping to see them in August this year before we go with my uncle in April next year, hopefully to Burma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3413026365095640610?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3413026365095640610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3413026365095640610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-decided-to-go-over-other-side-of.html' title='We decided to go over the other side of Loch Fyne and went to Inverary for our lunch'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2290661445603123409</id><published>2010-06-04T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:43:53.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College life</title><content type='html'>College is so different from school, I found out after I started college. When I came here for the first time, I was in 5th year. I was coming to college part-time. When I first stepped into the college, my mouth went wide from shock. In my eyes it seemed huge, and that made me scared. But the fact that I was even starting college gave me shivers down my spine. The thing that scared me most was that I thought that I would not make friends, and that I would get lost or that I would not cope with my work. It was a big change for me, and I didn’t really like it at first. Once some weeks went by, I got more confident and I did end up making friends in college. I did two courses in this college which I did enjoy, and I settled in fine, which was really good. After I left school, I was coming to college to be a full-time student. The only thing was that I had been used to going to school and college, when it came to the day that I had to leave school, and just go to college it again made me very nervous. The first day was nerve-racking, and to make it worse the 56 was taking ages to get to the college. The good thing was that my mum was beside me, because I was just starting to go on the bus for the first time. I was on a 2 years course, which was quite good I thought. I am now on my second year of the course and am nearly finished it. I have made two cool friends and another friend. We like to carry on. They make me laugh and I have a good time with them. The thing that I like most about college is seeing all of my friends and having a good time with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2290661445603123409?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2290661445603123409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2290661445603123409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/06/colleeg-life.html' title='College life'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1607890990242679110</id><published>2010-05-27T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:12:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta A Feeling</title><content type='html'>I think the best song title is I Gotta A Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. I like that song, it’s a very good song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1607890990242679110?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1607890990242679110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1607890990242679110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta A Feeling'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1887092771966661772</id><published>2010-05-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:10:27.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 facts about AC/DC</title><content type='html'>Here are twenty facts about one of my favourite bands called AC/DC.&lt;br /&gt;1. They are from Australia&lt;br /&gt;2. They are a hard rock band.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are five members in the band.&lt;br /&gt;4. Two of the members are brothers, whose names are Angus and Malcolm Young.&lt;br /&gt;5. The band have sold more than 200 million CDs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;6. Most of their music has been classified as rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;7. One of their biggest selling albums is called Back In Black.&lt;br /&gt;8.  The two brothers in the band were actually born in Glasgow, Scotland and moved to Australia in the year 1963.&lt;br /&gt;9. There is an official website of the group.&lt;br /&gt;10. The band was first formed in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;11. AC/DC had a former lead singer called Bon Scott.&lt;br /&gt;12. He died on 19 February 1980.&lt;br /&gt;13. The band were close to end.&lt;br /&gt;14. Brian Johnson took Bon Scott’s place as the singer.&lt;br /&gt;15. Rock and Roll Train is my favourite AC/DC song.&lt;br /&gt;16. The movie Iron Man and Iron Man 2 features most of the AC/DC tracks.&lt;br /&gt;17. The band are due to headline the Download Festival in June 2010.&lt;br /&gt;18. Angus Young wears a school uniform when he is performing with AC/DC on stage.&lt;br /&gt;19. His electric guitar is called a Gibson SG and that is the only one that I think he plays.&lt;br /&gt;20. AC/DC now have released 21 albums from 1975 right through to 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1887092771966661772?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1887092771966661772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1887092771966661772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-facts-about-acdc_27.html' title='20 facts about AC/DC'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8504287111874174958</id><published>2010-05-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:53:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My course</title><content type='html'>At the moment I am completing the 1st year of my course at college. When I picked my course, it wasn’t because of the qualifications that I picked it, it was because of my social skills and lack of confidence. This is now the start of May and I started at the start of September, and I have got better at my social skills, and my confidence has blossomed since I have started college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in charge I would change the name of the course and what subjects are included, and how I would divide the students up.  My course would be called Special Course into Mainstream Courses. Here are the classes people would do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Introduction to Childcare&lt;br /&gt;• Fashion and Design&lt;br /&gt;• Int 2 Communications&lt;br /&gt;• Int 2 Numeracy&lt;br /&gt;• Int 2 Numeracy/Communications&lt;br /&gt;• Introduction to Construction&lt;br /&gt;• Media Studies&lt;br /&gt;• Hairdressing&lt;br /&gt;• ECDL&lt;br /&gt;• Sport and Fitness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course would help people get back in to mainstream, or get them into mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ground rules would be&lt;br /&gt;• Anyone over the age of 16&lt;br /&gt;• Anyone that their confidence and self esteem is extremely low&lt;br /&gt;• Anyone that has recently left school or is just about to&lt;br /&gt;• There would be an interview&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The maximum capacity would be 30 students, I would split them in to two classes and there would be 15 in each class.  I would put the students into ability rather than what they have done.  In my course I think if somebody already as INT 1 ICT then they should get pushed and be put into INT2 ICT.  So I think that’s me done, here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8504287111874174958?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8504287111874174958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8504287111874174958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-course.html' title='My course'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5415680354339006402</id><published>2010-05-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:16:52.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to become a journalist because I like to type up stories which concern me, and about what is happening in the world</title><content type='html'>When I picked Newsletter for my Friday Options class I thought it would be quite fun, because I love reading and when I get started on a story I just can’t stop, but when the college told me I had newsletter I wasn’t too sure, because I didn’t know anyone in the class.  But now I know everyone, and I settled quickly, but the best part of being in Newsletter is getting to write whatever comes into your head, and I have some great articles for the website which is http://readallaboutitnow0910.blogspot.com/   Well let me tell you what I have written and what I have enjoyed about it: &lt;br /&gt;So here goes: &lt;br /&gt;I wrote about the actor Scott Maslen who played DS Phil Hunter in The Bill and is currently playing Jack Branning in the soap Eastenders which is 25 years old this year. The article consisted of 1,604 words.  I have also written about my holiday to Paris with my school which consisted of 1,834 words. I also liked writing about Haiti and The Year I was Born, and The Day in the Life, and My Plans for 2010.  I also liked writing about: The Most Moving Scene, which in my opinion was in Casualty;   What I Want My Life To Be Like In 10 Years;  The Day I Was Born;  who I think is the Greatest Scot. I also loved writing about making up my own college course. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed writing these articles because everyone in the class wrote something different, and I was pleased that we got to write anything we wanted as long, as it wasn’t offensive or racist or anything like that.   &lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I did pick this class for my Friday Options morning class as I think its better if you do it in the morning as you get more ideas what to write about.  I can remember when I was younger, I wanted to become a journalist because I like to type up stories which concern me, and about what is happening in the world, but I think now being in this class, I think I have had my wee dream of being a journalist. I have typed up stories, had them published on the website, and anyone all over the world can read them, so I’m well chuffed at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5415680354339006402?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5415680354339006402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5415680354339006402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-i-have-realised-my-dream-of.html' title='I wanted to become a journalist because I like to type up stories which concern me, and about what is happening in the world'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1896061689940895997</id><published>2010-05-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:28:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The very shocking secret</title><content type='html'>Danny Tate Lived in Switzerland with his mum Karen and his dad Harry. Danny loved living with his parents, he could not imagine life without them. One day Danny was walking to school when he saw a black Honda parked 10 yards away from the school gates. Danny thought nothing of it and walked to school. Later on that week, Danny’s school was finishing for the October break. Danny was glad that he would be off for two weeks. Danny phoned his mum to tell her that he was going to his best friend Jake’s house and that he would be home at 6:00, Danny was almost at Jake’s house when he saw the black Honda, he still thought nothing of it and continued walking to Jake’s house. He then started to run when he realized that the black Honda was following him. He was running so fast when all off a sudden he tripped over a stick, and was knocked unconscious. Danny awoke with his head throbbing and he realised that he was in the back seat of the black Honda and wedged between two men. Danny then heard the driver  say to the men “Head-butter can you and Eyeball tie Mr Tate’s hands behind his back, gag him and blindfold him, before we carry on with our kidnapping plot”. Head-butter and Eyeball did what the driver had said. Head–butter said “He’s all tied up boss”. The car started to move. First it took a sharp right then two more sharp rights, then went left 50 times and two more rights, the then drove up an old country road, and then turned right and drove up a driveway, and finally stopped at an old  farmhouse. Danny was then hurled out of the car. Danny was then led up to the door of the farmhouse. He was led up some stairs to the attic, and led to a metal bed in the corner of the attic. Head-butter and Eyeball untied Danny, and chained him to the metal bed. Danny then heard the driver of the car talking to someone on his phone Danny did not know who the man was talking to. It wasn’t until the man came into the room that Danny then realized that the man was talking to his Mum. Danny heard the driver say “Karen there is someone who wants to talk to you”. The man then pulled the gag out off Danny’s mouth and gave him the phone. Danny heard his mum’s voice saying “Danny son, has he hurt you, has he hurt you?” Danny then said “Mum, I am scared, please help me”. The man then grabbed the phone and ended the call. He then put the gag back into Danny’s mouth. Meanwhile at Danny’s house, Karen stated to cry uncontrollably. She was still crying when Danny’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dad Harry arrived home from work. When Harry saw that his wife Karen was in such a state, he said to Karen “Snake’s got Danny, hasn’t he Karen?” Karen stopped crying and said “Yes, if we want to see Danny alive we have to give Snake a ransom of £100,000 on Monday the 25th of March 2010 at 12pm”. Harry said to Karen “Are you crazy, how we are supposed to get that amount of money by Monday at 12pm”. “We’ll find a way, we always do”. The day finally came. Harry and Karen set off with the money to get Danny back off of Snake. It took them 5 straight hours to get to the place where Snake had arranged to meet them. When they got there, Snake was there and so was Danny. They gave Snake the money. Snake was holding a knife to poor Danny’s neck. Snake then stabbed poor Danny in cold blood. Danny’s lifeless body fell to the ground. “You pig, you just murdered my son” shouted Harry. Snake then said to Harry “Did Karen not tell you that Danny is my son, not yours and it was Karen’s idea to kidnap Danny?” continued Snake coldly. “Is this true Karen?” said Harry. “Yes” said Karen coldly “it is true, I hate my son and I hate you too and I knew that you loved Danny so much and that you would do all you could to protect him”. Karen and Snake then took the money and left.  Harry ran over to his son’s body that was lying on the floor and started to cry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1896061689940895997?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1896061689940895997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1896061689940895997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-shocking-secret.html' title='The very shocking secret'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-9133592382155407948</id><published>2010-05-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:30:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I woke up at 7.45 am.  I was tired but I was awake, my mum checked on my wee brother, because he’s not well at the moment and then she opened my bedroom door to let the cats out of my room.  I spoke to my Mum for about half an hour and in between that time one of my cats was crying to get water, so I gave them water and then my mum went down to the shop, and I had my breakfast, and then it was 8.3o.  My mum came back from the shop and I went and got washed and dressed and then I left the house about five past 9 for the bus to go into town because I was going to the orthodontist.  The last time that I was there they told me that my braces would be coming off.  So I was excited in a way, but I was also nervous because I saw a programme once showing how to get a brace off and it looked sore.  When I was at the orthodontist I pointed out again that one of my front teeth is sort of squint.  So they told me that they were going to chisel part of the tooth away to make it look like that the two teeth are straight.  According to my orthodontist, in 4 weeks time I should get them off, but if the week before I go next time if it hasn’t improved I’m supposed to call them and tell them.  I got another appointment card and then I went and phoned my mum to tell her what had happened and my mum was confused, so I told her I’d show her it when I got home.  I got the bus to college and then I went into maths and I did some work.  Then it was time for lunch and me and my friend and I went to the wee cheeseburger place around the corner and we both got sausage and chips.  We then went up to floor 5 to eat it.  I then went down to class on floor 2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from college I showed my mum my teeth and she basically said that it does look a bit better but it’s the cheat’s way of straightening it because it’s basically not going to straighten.  I went down to the shop for my mum and got her milk and bread and a paper.  &lt;br /&gt;When I got home I gave my mum the milk bread and paper and then I went into my room and flicked on my laptop  I spoke to Cheril and William and Rahil.  William and Rahil were saying really silly things in the conversation box.  It was hysterically funny.  I then had dinner, I had homemade macaroni cheese.  It was nice but I prefer the tinned stuff.  I then went back on my laptop and spoke away to the people above again.  I was getting bored but I also watched telly. l watched Waterloo Rd and it was amazing. I love that programme so much.  I went to feed the cats and then I was on my laptop again until I was tired and I flicked off the telly and laptop and went to my bed about 11.00pm because I was absolutely shattered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day in the life, I hope you liked it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-9133592382155407948?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9133592382155407948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9133592382155407948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1066570895707070027</id><published>2010-05-16T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:43:37.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest wait I have really had was back in 2005, I was coming home to Glasgow from Florida.</title><content type='html'>The longest wait I have really had was back in 2005 I was coming home to Glasgow from Florida.  Nobody knew what caused our flight to be delayed but we ended up being delayed for 24 hours so myself, my granddad, my mum, my dad and my cousin all ended up staying in the Hilton Hotel in Florida not too far from Sanford, Orlando Airport.  We were glad to be going home the next day though although we were confused what the problem was that had held us back for 24 hours in Florida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1066570895707070027?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1066570895707070027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1066570895707070027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/longest-wait-i-have-really-had-was-back.html' title='The longest wait I have really had was back in 2005, I was coming home to Glasgow from Florida.'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5453314400888471818</id><published>2010-05-16T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:42:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was crying when my mum took my cousin to the hospital - a day in the life</title><content type='html'>It was a Monday morning and I got up at 8:00 am, got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth etc.  I was working in the café with Fiona and all my class, serving other members of staff in college. I had my break and lunch.   &lt;br /&gt;It came to home time, and I was heading home.  I was in the car with my mum and she told me that while I was in class that at 1:00 pm my cousin Jonathan had got taken into hospital, but then got out again. &lt;br /&gt;I got in the house at 4:00 pm,  then about an hour later the door went.  It was Jonathan, He chapped the door so loudly and really hard, and asked if it was ok if he lay down on our living room couch. &lt;br /&gt;He then said to me and my mum that his pains had come back.  He told my mum not to contact 999 or anything just yet, but my mum said that he should go back to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;My mum came back from the hospital and my auntie went up to the hospital and waited on him.  He then got taken into a hospital bed on the ward, and stayed overnight in the hospital from Monday night until Wednesday night. &lt;br /&gt;He was diagnosed with pnuemothorax, which is fluid on top of the air in the lungs.  None of us know what caused the problem, but my uncle had told my cousin on Tuesday night when we went to visit, that on the flight from Singapore back to the UK, that he heard my cousin coughing badly. &lt;br /&gt;I had been up on Tuesday lunchtime to take him things to eat and drink.  So he told my uncle to drop off his laptop at my house so that he could charge his phone on it on Wednesday at lunch time, while me and my mum came to visit.   &lt;br /&gt;We took the lap tophome and twice I looked at the photos of when he was away on holiday in Singapore and Burma.  They all looked really happy in the photos. &lt;br /&gt;I looked at some photos that looked quite funny and some that my cousin had edited with photo shop with great effects in them.  It then came to Wednesday lunchtime, so me and my mum went to the lunchtime visit after I had finished work at 1:00 pm.  My cousin was happy to have his laptop back and could finally charge his mobile on it. &lt;br /&gt;My cousin was let out between 8:00 pm and 8:30 pm.  All of the family are so happy, so we can all go out for a meal on Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to the hospital with my mum on Monday when my cousin had felt his pains coming back.  I was crying when my mum took my cousin to the hospital because I had read on Wikipedia what can happen with pnuemothorax and how bad a condition it can be, because it can be really bad and can lead to cardiac arrest.  I was so relieved when my cousin managed to get home on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5453314400888471818?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5453314400888471818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5453314400888471818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-crying-when-my-mum-took-my-cousin.html' title='I was crying when my mum took my cousin to the hospital - a day in the life'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7805175501565818645</id><published>2010-05-16T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:34:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched the first leader’s debate</title><content type='html'>I watched the first leader’s debate on STV a week ago, and I think that the Liberal Democrats should get a chance of running Britain, because in my opinion I don’t think that Britain would suit going back to Margaret Thatcher’s days from when the Conservatives were in charge many years ago. I think if you vote Labour that they will mess up all the money again, and cause another credit crunch.   &lt;br /&gt;So I think it would be nice if the Liberal Democrats had a chance to try and fix up the United Kingdom, and I think that Nick Clegg would make a much better prime minister, because while I watched the first debate I agreed with him completely, and I think he is 100% right about all that is going wrong with the United Kingdom, and getting the country back on it’s feet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7805175501565818645?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7805175501565818645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7805175501565818645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-watched-first-leaders-debate.html' title='I watched the first leader’s debate'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5183571977870371162</id><published>2010-05-16T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:25:03.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody would like to see their best friend or relatives die from smoking</title><content type='html'>Smoking is a very bad habit that people have.  People who smoke sometimes don’t even realise how seriously smoking can harm you.  It can harm you very badly, and can even kill you, or give you different types of cancer. &lt;br /&gt;It contains so much nicotine in it, which is what makes it so difficult to give up, and people can’t help themselves.  It makes smoking very addictive.  Even nowadays young teenagers are obsessed by it. &lt;br /&gt;It is setting a bad example to people, even to those who don’t smoke, because it’s encouraging them, and they think it’s great to smoke.  Those who say no to smoking are right about it, and should keep continuing not to smoke. &lt;br /&gt;Why smoke if it does so much harm to you?  It should be completely banned.  Nobody would like to see their best friend or relatives die from smoking, it’s just so unfair and takes people’s lives away and ruins them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5183571977870371162?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5183571977870371162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5183571977870371162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/nobody-would-like-to-see-their-best.html' title='Nobody would like to see their best friend or relatives die from smoking'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1200509307267924645</id><published>2010-05-16T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:20:43.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With all my best friends I can keep them calm down when they go crazy, just a bit of laughing works extremely well</title><content type='html'>Who would you say was your best friend?  Do you keep in touch with the people that you used to go school with?  Well me, I would say I have 4 best friends.  I think I’m going to start with the people that I used to go school with.  The reason why I think this person is my best friend is because we have similar interests, they always makes me laugh, they are caring and they’re just great fun to be around, and they’re a chatterbox, so I really don’t need to say that much when I’m around this person.  Which is great. The other person also makes me laugh all the time, and is caring, and has similar interests.  I see them more often than the first person, but we always talk over the phone or internet.  Since starting college, I have made 2 new friends.  The reason why I like them is because they’re quiet but if someone winds them up they’ll kick off, so I can calm them down which is a good quality in a friend I think.  What do you think?  With all my best friends I can keep them calm down when they go crazy, but sometimes it doesn’t work, because just a bit of laughing works extremely well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1200509307267924645?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1200509307267924645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1200509307267924645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-all-my-best-friends-i-can-keep.html' title='With all my best friends I can keep them calm down when they go crazy, just a bit of laughing works extremely well'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3847720971688005076</id><published>2010-05-16T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:15:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I arrive at college, I talk to my friends as usual</title><content type='html'>When I get up, I get ready for college.  I go downstairs to eat my breakfast then watch some TV. After watching TV, I put my shoes and jacket on and unlock my dad’s car for him, and then we drive off to college. When I arrive at college, I talk to my friends as usual,  then I go to my class which is newsletter on the 2nd floor with my lecturer John. The first thing we discuss is our previous work which we’ve been doing,  then we come up with ideas for articles,  and then type them up in our computer. John asks me to come and sit at the table, since we both figured out that is the best way for me to work. I choose an article to write about, and when I am finished I type it up,  and then send it to John. Then it’s nearly time for lunch, so I save my work and then we get ready to go for lunch.  At lunch I hang about with my friends, and when lunch is over I go to my next class, which is P.E.  We do various types of games like football and basketball, then we it’s time to go and get changed because it’s nearly time to home when. When I get home I see my mum and brother.  I eat something and then go out with my friends, and play a game of pool.  When I am tired, I come home, watch TV, play my Playstation 3,  and chat to my friends on msn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3847720971688005076?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3847720971688005076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3847720971688005076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-arrive-at-college-i-talk-to-my.html' title='When I arrive at college, I talk to my friends as usual'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-201968418368762647</id><published>2010-05-16T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:06:43.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would travel down to Queensbury so I could see the Great Escape and Splash Water Kingdom</title><content type='html'>I would love to visit Midtown Manhattan in New York City. I would like to stay in the Millennium Broadway Hotel in the lower part of Manhattan, it’s in the centre of Times Square. I would like to go to the Vivian Beaumont Theatre to see a play because it would be interesting to see what’s it’s like in a different country. One place that would be interesting to check out is The Metropolitan Museum of Art, because I’ve not seen a lot of art and I would like to see more paintings and things like that. I would go to Central Park to go for a walk and take gorgeous pictures and probably enjoy a picnic sitting on the grass or looking at the views.  I would travel down to Queensbury so I could see the Great Escape and Splash Water Kingdom, a Six Flags Theme Park. I would probably stay there all day and make a day- trip out of it. I would take my swimming suit and have a splash about and relax. I would go shopping and buy myself some clothes and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-201968418368762647?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/201968418368762647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/201968418368762647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-travel-down-to-queensbury-so-i.html' title='I would travel down to Queensbury so I could see the Great Escape and Splash Water Kingdom'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5561972057215369161</id><published>2010-05-16T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:02:21.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a really beautiful day and the sun was shining - a day in the life</title><content type='html'>I woke up early on the Saturday morning. The day before, Andy had asked me and my friend Steven if we wanted to go to Edinburgh. I was supposed to get up at 7 o’clock but I woke up a bit later than planned. Andy sent me a text and then I woke up and found out what time it was. I jumped out of my bed quickly, I had to meet him at the bus stop at 8 o’clock and it was coming up for quarter to 8. I quickly got washed and dressed then made a quick cup of tea. Finally I was all set to leave and made my way up to the bus stop. When I reached the bus stop, I saw Andy standing there waiting for me. I apologized for being late and then we waited for a bus to come. We were talking until I got a text from Steven, he said that he could not come and he was really sorry. I just texted back saying that it was alright, and see you in college on Monday. Finally the 75 came and we got on it, we just chatted and played our music out loud. A boy came on the bus. He was very drunk, you could tell because he was falling about the bus. He started to talk to Andy, asking him questions, Andy just answered the questions but he was quite nervous and so was I. The guy walked down the bus a bit and started to talk to a girl. I said to Andy how shocking it was that he was drunk at this time in the morning. Andy agreed with me. Andy said to me that we should just get off the bus at St Enoch Centre just in case the guy comes back over to us. We finally got off the bus and we went to get a Greggs. I got two sausage rolls and Andy got a sandwich. We walked to the 75 bus stop so we could get to Buchannan bus station. When we got off the bus, we walked past Cineworld and then crossed the road and we arrived at the bus station. When we went into the bus station, the bus was already there and we just ran to catch it. We got on with our free bus passes, and then we sat down. We waited for the bus to move, and when it finally moved we were excited. We decided to play 20 questions since we were going to be on the bus for an hour and a half. I was finding it hard to think of questions, but I managed to think of some very good questions. When I got onto the last question we arrived at Edinburgh, which was good timing, because I was running out of questions to ask. We got off the bus, it was a really beautiful day and the sun was shining which was a good start of the day. We were feeling the heat so we decided to go into a shop for something to cool us down. I got a bottle of irn bru and Andy got ice cream then we paid and went out. I turned to Andy and said what you would like to do next. He said why don’t we go to the town centre and I agreed. We crossed the road and went to the bus stop and found out the time that the 26 would come at, luckily for us it said that it would come in 6 minutes. The 26 came and we got on it, again we got on free with our travel passes. The bus ride was about 45 minutes which was not really that long, but I did enjoy looking out at the different road names and shops. When we got to the town centre, we got off the bus and Andy asked if we could go into HMV. Which I didn’t mind, because I really enjoy going into that shop. We looked around at the CDs, DVDs and games; there was a games room, where you can play the new games. We decided that we had looked around enough and went out the shop. We went a walk straight down the path; there were lots of different shops. I said to Andy that I would like to go and get a memory card for my camera so I could take pictures later. So we went into Curry’s and I got a memory card for a good price. Andy helped me open the packet because it was quite hard to open, he got it opened and I put it in the camera. I took a random picture to see how many photos I could take and then I deleted it. We went for a long walk but I felt relaxed and it was a beautiful walk. We decided that we would go to a park but the thing was we found it quite hard to find a local park, because a lot of the parks were private. We finally found one which was great and we took our jackets off and sat on the grass. Andy had decided to be annoying and pulled one of my shoes off my feet and ran away with it. I had to run with one shoe on which is not as easy as you think. I could not be bothered any more and sat down on my jacket again.  Andy came back and waved the shoe above me, which I could not reach. I tried to grab it off him but then I found a way to annoy him. I took his juice and hid it from him. He said if I gave him his coke then I’ll get my shoe back, so both of us gave back what we wanted and then we were laughing about it. We wanted to go a walk around the park, so we got up and walked along the path. We walked down a path which had benches; a lot of people were in this park. We reached the bottom of the park and it had a beautiful waterfall. I wanted to take a picture of it, so I got my camera out. We walked back out of the park and went for another walk. We found this lovely area where there was a roof, and on the roof was grass and a beautiful view. I again got my camera out and took more pictures. We walked further up the path and walked half way over the bridge. I asked why don’t we go somewhere else and Andy agreed. We walked back down where we were before and crossed the road, we then realised that we were lost. So we asked the traffic cops, how we get back to the town centre. They said that we were already in the town centre, which was quite embarrassing. We then asked where you can get the 900 bus from. They said that you can get it at the bus station. They gave us instructions and we walked to a shopping centre because the bus station was at the other side of the centre. We reached the shopping centre and walked inside, there were signs saying where everything is. We were very lucky because there were signs showing where the bus station was. We reached the end and walked outside and asked someone where the bus station was. Some people just walked right past us, which was quite annoying. Finally someone stopped and said where it was. We found it and we were so glad because we didn’t really want to get lost. We went over to the bus timetable and found the bus, it was about to leave so we ran quickly to the bus and managed to get it. The travel going back to Glasgow was fun; it was my turn to ask Andy 20 questions which turned out very funny. We arrived at Glasgow and decided to go to Largs, so we got off the bus and went on the next bus beside it and waited for it to leave. The journey turned out longer than we thought, so we decided that we would just get off the bus. The place we were was a beautiful beach. We decided to throw stones in the water. I was really rubbish at throwing them because they landed near the start of the ocean, and Andy laughed at me, which made me just start laughing. We had arrived there about 6 o’clock which was quite late. We decided to play truth or dare, which at the start was funny but then we could not think of anything else so we just gave up. We just sat down for awhile and took more pictures and then we just looked out at the water. It was getting late so we decided that we should get the bus home now, so we went to the bus stop and waited for the bus, we saw one coming and Andy put out his hand but the bus driver didn’t stop the bus. The same thing happened again with another bus, when I put out my hand. We waited and waited, we saw another one and it stopped, but it didn’t go to Glasgow, the bus driver told us that there were no more buses going to Glasgow, and that made me a bit worried. We sat down on the bus and a nice guy said to us that there was a train station three stops from here, and we could get a train back to Glasgow. We said thank you to the guy and got off at the stop the guy told us about. We manged to find the train station, and I just realised that I didn’t have enough money to pay for the ticket, but Andy said that he would pay me on the train, which was very nice of him, and I told him I’d give him the money back, but he said that he didn’t want anything back which was quite annoying. We got our tickets and the train was already there so we got on it and sat down. The train started to move and we watched outside the window. I decided that I was going to take a couple of pictures and then just listen to my music. We arrived back at Glasgow, which was good, it was around 9 o’clock and the town was really busy, and some people were out drinking having a good time. We were quite hungry so we decided to get a packet of crisps and then we walked to the 75 bus stop and stood their waiting for the bus to come. The bus finally came and we got on it, we just talked about how brilliant today was. We got off the bus at 10 0’clock. I said good-bye to Andy and I walked down the hill. I reached my house around 10.10 and took off my jacket and shoes and went straight into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and something to eat. I then went to the living room and told my mum about the day, I then went into my room and watched some television. I ate my entire snack and gulped down my tea and then I caught up with Britain’s Got Talent and two other programmes. I went to my bed after my programmes and got a good sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5561972057215369161?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5561972057215369161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5561972057215369161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-really-beautiful-day-and-sun-was.html' title='It was a really beautiful day and the sun was shining - a day in the life'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8223950180910249912</id><published>2010-05-16T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:52:46.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43 marathons</title><content type='html'>This weekend Sports Relief is going to come to Britain AGAIN!  Well, what are you guys going to be doing this weekend?  Well me… I’m not going to be doing anything for it, but what are the celebrities going to be doing.  Well, let’s find out… &lt;br /&gt;Comedian Eddie Izzard has completed one of the most incredible challenges in Sport Relief’s history by running at least 27 miles a day, 6 days a week for 7 weeks straight,  covering more than 1,160 miles across the UK!  He had lots of blisters and he even had toenails falling off.  The route he took covered Belfast, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Newcastle, London, Cardiff, Liverpool and then back across the water to Belfast which is in Ireland.  He ran 43 marathons. He won the award sport personality special award. &lt;br /&gt;Former English Rugby Captain Lawrence Dallaglio is cycling from Edinburgh to Rome, the route is Edinburgh, Dublin, Cardiff, London, Paris and then onto Rome.  He does a lot of charity work which raises loads of money for different causes. &lt;br /&gt;Well done to all celebrities that are taking part and especially you guys that are going to be taking part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8223950180910249912?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8223950180910249912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8223950180910249912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/43-marathons.html' title='43 marathons'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4080888417699162901</id><published>2010-05-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:32:50.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we got home I went out to soak up some of the rays of the sun</title><content type='html'>During my Easter holiday in April 2010, I finished college on Thursday the 1st of April, which is also called April Fools Day, when people can make fools of other people and play pranks as well. When I walked out on the last day I was glad that the the 2nd term in the college was over and done with because it was quite a long, tiring and stressful time. That night I had to go down to my local youth club called the Rule Breakers, which is just two minutes down the road from my house. It’s starts from 7.00pm till 9.00pm but I left half an hour early because I didn’t like it, and I was tired and stressed. I realised that it was still running during the Easter holidays. I think I probably needed a break, definitely needed a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do over the two weeks holidays?  Well, I had been having long lies in my bed which was really great because that means no more getting up early every morning to catch my train to college.  I did miss the travel a little bit because I like transport. The one thing to be glad about was that nice sunny weather had been starting to come back, which meant the winter was behind us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here. One little thing -  American people call the Easter holidays the Spring Break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my mother and sister to Braehead Shopping Mall to spend some of my money on new pairs of shoes and some clothes as well. The shops I went to there were Primark, J.D Sports, Burtons etc.  I went to get my hair cut and went to pick up something for my uncle’s car. It was my big brother’s 20th birthday and we took him to Braehead.  I went to get him some clothes he wanted, which were t-shirts, hooded jacket, and jeans.  I got some t- shirts, including a long sleeved one. We took a short walk along the River Clyde to see my brother’s work because it is just up from Braehead Centre across from the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I went out to soak up some of the rays of the sun.  A little light breeze comes down on me to cool me down if it gets far too warm. Quite a good day. The last thing I did was I went on a rail-tour steam trip behind a steam locomotive, it ran on the day before I went back to college, which was a Sunday. I took the Glasgow Queen Street to Edinburgh shuttle service to Linlithgow station.  I waited with my friend for the steam locomotive to arrive. The platform started to get crowded for the special train to arrive. The weather was not exactly that good at the time. The train took us around the Forth circle, including the Forth Rail Bridge, around the Kingdom of Fife, down the Firth of Forth to Stirling. It stopped for 20 minutes and headed back down to Linlithgow via Falkirk Grahamston. As we arrived back at Linlithgow my mate and I headed back to Glasgow Queen Street station, and headed home. It was a superb day out, and this was for my 18th birthday, which was the week after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4080888417699162901?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4080888417699162901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4080888417699162901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-we-got-home-i-went-out-to-soak-up.html' title='When we got home I went out to soak up some of the rays of the sun'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4761997827642154437</id><published>2010-05-14T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:17:23.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lochwinnoch</title><content type='html'>Lochwinnoch is an outdoor adventure centre. It is situated in the Renfrewshire district. It has water activities and land-based activities. I did cycling and kayaking. Before we went in the kayaks we got a buoyancy aid and a paddle.  We rowed for a really long time. After we got back I helped put the kayaks away. It was fun. I got a wee bit wet. When I was cycling, I nearly crashed into a tree, when Scott braked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4761997827642154437?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4761997827642154437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4761997827642154437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/lochwinnoch.html' title='Lochwinnoch'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-53453344694326542</id><published>2010-05-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:15:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it when you do go on holiday you come back with memories that you will never forget?</title><content type='html'>When I was in S4 at school, the school took 12 pupils down to York for 4 days.  We did a “ghost” walk with a “ghost hunter”.  It was a good trip, to find out about the history of York but right at the end of the tour one of the boys tripped me up over a pole. I fell over it and the “ghost hunter” said “we should be careful of our step” and everyone started laughing - it was hysterical.  We also went to Flamingo Land which is a theme park near were we were staying.  There was a ride called Velocity which is a ride with motorbikes which go super fast, it is a rollercoaster.  I thought it would go round in a hoop and I panicked and started screaming so much that my teachers could hear me when they were sat eating their lunch at the swings.  I also went on the Cliffhanger which puts you up in the sky and back down.  It had only lifted a wee bit and you can guess what I did can’t you?  Yeah, that’s right I started screaming.  My friend started laughing at me, but I was glad I managed to get back on the ground even though it was hysterical.  I also went on the Navigator which just spins you 360 degrees, and that was fun.  I also went on the Wild Mouse and the Wave Swinger which is the swings.  I also went on the Cycle Monoride which was boring.  The school took us to York Dungeons.  It was so dark that we scared our teacher. Me and my pal got scared because they showed us the leeches in a bottle.  They told us what it was like, and showed us what it was like being trapped in a dungeon.  It was so dark that I walked straight into a mirror and fell on my bum and we all thought it was funny.  We also went on the Yorkshire Wheel and we could see York from up there.  We also visited York Minster.  We climbed up the stairs and my pal ended up feeling claustrophobic because the stairs were narrow.  We managed to climb up them and see the view - absolutely amazing.   We got a certificate saying that we had climbed the 236 (I think) stairs in York Minster.  Whilst visiting York Minster we got to light a candle each if we wanted.  Me and my pal lit a candle for finding wee Madeline McCann, because we wanted her home safe and sound, but unfortunately she hasn’t returned yet.  Me and my pal live in hope that she does return safely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dungeons and the rides were scary.  So, not only did we get scared on holiday, we enjoyed being scared.  But why is it when you do go on holiday you come back with memories that you will never forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-53453344694326542?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/53453344694326542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/53453344694326542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-is-it-when-you-do-go-on-holiday-you.html' title='Why is it when you do go on holiday you come back with memories that you will never forget?'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3856683134643087410</id><published>2010-05-14T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:01:41.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’d like to visit all the countries in the world</title><content type='html'>I’d like to visit all the countries in the world.  If I was to travel all around the world, well then I would be able to try everything,  wouldn’t I?  I could try all the food, all the entertainment, see all the attractions.  Then I would be able to decide what’s the best place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to go travelling around the world, I think the best places to visit would be between Los Angeles, New York or possibly even Ireland.  I haven’t visited any of these places. I think it would be good in Los Angeles.  I would be able to see Hollywood and in New York I would be able to see the Statue of Liberty and in Ireland I would be able to enjoy the Irish.  So I think it would be really good.  I just hope I’ll be able to do it! Because I’m still young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3856683134643087410?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3856683134643087410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3856683134643087410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/id-like-to-visit-all-countries-in-world.html' title='I’d like to visit all the countries in the world'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6188521982355537221</id><published>2010-05-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:56:43.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampolines, jumping pillows and quad bikes</title><content type='html'>During my Easter holiday I went to Heads of Ayr Farm, Loudon Castle, and swimming with my youth club. I also helped my dad, watched TV and DVDs, and also talked to my friends on msn and bebo. At Heads of Ayr Farm I went on the trampolines, jumping pillows, quad bikes, and indoor softplay. At Loudon Castle I went on dodgems, swings, and the water log flume. At the swimming I went on the slide and the river rapids.  At the weekends I watched car programs on Sky.  My favourite is Wrecks to Riches.  They take accident repairable cars, and make them roadworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6188521982355537221?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6188521982355537221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6188521982355537221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/trampolines-jumping-pillows-and-quad.html' title='Trampolines, jumping pillows and quad bikes'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3665646638869689856</id><published>2010-05-14T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:53:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoasters</title><content type='html'>The best rollercoaster is the Pepsi-Max Big One.  It’s quite a famous rollercoaster, in U.K and Europe. The ride is made of steel.  It opened to the public on May 28th 1994. When it first opened it was the tallest and fastest ride in the world but not now. It seems to be still good to have a laugh on. The start of the ride is a steep climb of 213 feet above ground level and then the first drop measures 205 feet to ground level. The maximum speed is 74 miles per hour. The journey time for the ride is 3 minutes. Three trains can run the ride, but only two are run, because of loading time at the station, which is located in the centre of the south end of Blackpool Pleasure Beach Theme Park. The number of cars on the train on the ride is 5 cars. One car carries six passengers. The total number of passengers on the train is up to thirty people. The riders sit in rows of two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The livery of the train - which means the colour of it - is a base of silver, and it has three brandings of colour from the side and front, which is amber, blue and yellow. The carriages are also numbered to the back of each section. As the ride is so high up, you can see it from miles around the coastal town of Blackpool.  There were warning beacons installed on the peaks on the two first hills on this magnificent ride, and the original drop, before all were cleared to operate, when it was being tested. It’s now the tallest rollercoaster in the U.K and the fastest in Europe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an accident on the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3665646638869689856?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3665646638869689856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3665646638869689856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/rollercoasters.html' title='Rollercoasters'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4492033542868102801</id><published>2010-05-14T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:28:10.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first bike</title><content type='html'>I had my first bike when I lived in Govan. It was a mountain bike. I went in the park on my new bike. It went fast. It was so good. I did some stunts on my new bike.  We used to go up ramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4492033542868102801?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4492033542868102801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4492033542868102801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-bike.html' title='My first bike'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1365074187759837845</id><published>2010-05-14T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:25:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics - the facts</title><content type='html'>1) You are allowed to vote when you are 18 or over&lt;br /&gt;2) You can choose who to vote for from a list of parties &lt;br /&gt;3) You have a local MP who represents your constituency and that will represent your area in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;4) You get to vote for the party you want to have for  prime minister of your country.&lt;br /&gt;5) Your vote will get counted &lt;br /&gt;6) Your vote gets counted along with other votes.&lt;br /&gt;7) The party you vote for might not get into parliament.&lt;br /&gt;8) Your vote is kept private.&lt;br /&gt;9)  You get good and bad politicians.&lt;br /&gt;10)   If you don’t vote it is known as a wasted vote.&lt;br /&gt;11)  Every vote counts.&lt;br /&gt;12)  The party you would like to see run the country might not run the country the way you expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;13)  There are 3 main parties that only run for prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;14)  There is very rarely is a hung parliament.&lt;br /&gt;15)  The party with the most votes will get seats in parliament.&lt;br /&gt;16)  The party with the most seats chooses the prime minister of the country..&lt;br /&gt;17)  The prime minister lives at 10 Downing Street in London.&lt;br /&gt;18)  The prime minister is the main leader of the government.&lt;br /&gt;19)  Politics is what helps run the country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1365074187759837845?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1365074187759837845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1365074187759837845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/politics-facts.html' title='Politics - the facts'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2639385028018473451</id><published>2010-05-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:22:42.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 facts about our new prime minister</title><content type='html'>1) His real name is David William Donald Cameron&lt;br /&gt;2) He was born on the 9th October 1966&lt;br /&gt;3) He is the leader of the Conservatives&lt;br /&gt;4) He studied Philosophy, Politics and Economy at Oxford, where he gained a first class honours degree&lt;br /&gt;5) He became Prime Minster on the 11th May 2010 &lt;br /&gt;6) He has become the youngest Prime Minster over the last 198 years, at the age of 43 years old.&lt;br /&gt;7) He was born in London&lt;br /&gt;8) He was brought up in Peasemore in Berkshire&lt;br /&gt;9) He has a brother and 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;10)  At the age of 7 he was educated at independent Heatherdown Preparatory School which is in Berkshire. Prince Edward and Prince Andrew also attended there.&lt;br /&gt;11)  He went to Eton College&lt;br /&gt;12)  His Early interest was in Art&lt;br /&gt;13)  He has 12 0’ levels &lt;br /&gt;14)  He studied 3 A levels in History Art, History and Economics with Politics&lt;br /&gt;15)  He married Samantha Gwendoline Sheffield&lt;br /&gt;16)  The pair of them have had three children, Ivan, Nancy and Arthur&lt;br /&gt;17)  Ivan was born 8 April 2002 and had cerebal palsy and severe epilepsy. He died on 25 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;18) Nancy his daughter was born on 19 January 2004, and his other son Arthur was born on 14 February 2006.&lt;br /&gt;19) He is an occasional runner&lt;br /&gt;20) His bike was stolen whilst shopping and the Sunday Mail helped by getting it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2639385028018473451?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2639385028018473451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2639385028018473451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-facts-about-our-new-prime-minister.html' title='20 facts about our new prime minister'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4548880522448379846</id><published>2010-05-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:19:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 facts about AC/DC</title><content type='html'>Here are twenty facts about one of my favourite bands, called AC/DC.&lt;br /&gt;1. They are from Australia&lt;br /&gt;2. They are a hard rock band.&lt;br /&gt;3. Five members are in the band.&lt;br /&gt;4. Two of the members are brothers, whose names are Angus and Malcolm Young.&lt;br /&gt;5. The band have sold more than 200 million CDs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;6. Most of their music has been classified as Rock and Roll.&lt;br /&gt;7. One of their albums was the biggest selling album and is called Back In Black.&lt;br /&gt;8.  The two brothers in the band were actually born in Glasgow, Scotland and moved to Australia in the year 1963.&lt;br /&gt;9. There is an official website of the group.&lt;br /&gt;10. The band was first formed in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;11. AC/DC had a former lead singer called Bon Scott.&lt;br /&gt;12. He died on 19 February 1980.&lt;br /&gt;13. The band were close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;14. Brian Johnson took Bon Scott’s place as the singer.&lt;br /&gt;15. Rock and Roll Train is my favourite AC/DC song.&lt;br /&gt;16. The movies Iron Man and Iron Man 2 feature mostly AC/DC tracks.&lt;br /&gt;17. The band are due to headline the Download festival in June 2010.&lt;br /&gt;18. Angus Young wears a school uniform when he is performing with AC/DC on stage.&lt;br /&gt;19. His electric guitar is called a Gibson SG and that is the only one that I think he plays.&lt;br /&gt;20. AC/DC have now released 21 albums from 1975 right to 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4548880522448379846?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4548880522448379846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4548880522448379846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-facts-about-acdc.html' title='20 facts about AC/DC'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5795432701132946949</id><published>2010-05-14T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:34:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Me, my girl friend Christine from college, and Scott, Lauren, Cairn and Lyndsay are going bowling at X-scape. We are meeting up at 1:00 at X-scape. Then we are going for a meal at X-scape. I am getting there by bus, then we are going home. Later on I’ll be going on msn in the house, then going out to my friend’s house to go on the motorbike on the field, then going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5795432701132946949?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5795432701132946949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5795432701132946949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5971192004301772391</id><published>2010-05-14T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:30:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>German cars have style, luxury and performance</title><content type='html'>I would like to visit Germany because I would like to visit their car factories. These are Audi, BMW, Mercedes Benz, Volkswagen and Porsche. I like them all because they make such beautiful cars. All these cars have style, luxury and performance. Mercedes Benz cars are produced in Germany and other countries like USA and some other places in Europe. Audi cars are produced all over the world. BMW are produced in most of Europe and USA. Volkswagen are produced all over the world. Porsche are produced all over world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5971192004301772391?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5971192004301772391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5971192004301772391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/german-cars-have-style-luxury-and.html' title='German cars have style, luxury and performance'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5246117898179603014</id><published>2010-05-14T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:26:24.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You should enjoy every single minute of your life</title><content type='html'>You never know what's going to happen. Death can come at any time. E.g. you will be fine and then you suddenly have a chest pain etc but you never knew that was going to happen. You should enjoy every single minute of your life that you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5246117898179603014?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5246117898179603014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5246117898179603014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-should-enjoy-every-single-minute-of.html' title='You should enjoy every single minute of your life'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4415698276030774457</id><published>2010-05-14T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:21:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ford Transits</title><content type='html'>Ford started producing Transit vans in 1965. Their first generation was produced 1965-1978.The second generation was produced 1978-1986. &lt;br /&gt;Third/forth generation was produced 1986-1991.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth generation was produced 1994-2000.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth generation 2000-2006&lt;br /&gt;Seventh generation 2006- present&lt;br /&gt;Transits have three body types: drop side, tipper and a box van, and a new body style double cab in van. Special Vehicle Operations can design the van for you. Something new is the lockable tool storage which is part of the van. Their longest body shape is called  the jumbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4415698276030774457?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4415698276030774457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4415698276030774457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/ford-transits.html' title='Ford Transits'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6342949828172315489</id><published>2010-05-14T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:40:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>European airspace at a complete standstill (due to the volcanic ash cloud)</title><content type='html'>My uncle John, aunt Wendy and their kids Kieran and Caitlin are stranded in Barbados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday the 15th of April 2010 the whole of the European airspace came to a complete standstill with airports shut and all flights grounded with immediate effect due to the volcanic ash cloud from Iceland that was threatening the European airspace, bringing compete chaos all over Europe to all British holiday makers, leaving them stranded for days, not knowing when and how they would get back to the UK. Even although flights are starting to get back to normality, there are still a lot of Brits trapped all over the world and some will still be stranded for weeks until they get them all home. Navy ships, cruise ships and coaches have been brought in to take the Britons stranded in Spain and France back to UK soil. It is costing airlines $1.7bn (£1.1bn).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6342949828172315489?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6342949828172315489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6342949828172315489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/european-airspace-at-complete.html' title='European airspace at a complete standstill (due to the volcanic ash cloud)'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4891775574938740859</id><published>2010-05-14T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:34:21.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme weather</title><content type='html'>One of the most extreme types of  weather is a  hurricane or tornado. A hurricane is a  wind  which  can blow  you  away in 2 minutes. A tornado is a big gust of  wind  which sucks everything up.The  wind of the tornado blows at between 40mph and 110 mph.  They are about 250ft across.  The fastest ones can go at more than 300mph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4891775574938740859?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4891775574938740859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4891775574938740859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/extreme-weather.html' title='Extreme weather'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7173720695695328338</id><published>2010-05-07T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T03:14:37.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt bike</title><content type='html'>I’m getting a dirt bike. It can go at 50 mph. I was on my pal’s dirt bike a couple of days ago in the fields at my bit. My pal has a green bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting my bike from my pal. He lives in Priesthill. I’m getting it in a couple of days. He’s selling it for £20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a wee 50cc engine. My pal has got three helmets and a protective suit, in case he falls off. I am going to buy a helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7173720695695328338?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7173720695695328338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7173720695695328338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/05/dirt-bike.html' title='Dirt bike'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3720223117307170360</id><published>2010-03-19T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:57:42.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T in the park</title><content type='html'>T in the Park is a huge music festival which runs during the second weekend of July and the summer time. It has run in Scotland since 1994 and is the largest music festival in the country. It was named after the main sponsor Tenants, which is a beer company. It was originally held at Strathclyde Park outside the City Of Glasgow. &lt;br /&gt;In 1997 the event then moved to a disused airfield at Balado in Perth and Kinross and was also a two day concert but since 2007 it remains as a three day event. Getting tickets for the event is really difficult because they get sold out quickly, in about an hour, and people stay out on the night before the morning the tickets start to go on sale in the City Centre.  &lt;br /&gt;There are seven music stages that the bands and singers play on. There is even a large camping site for the music fans that are staying in the site. As other attractions there is a large funfair and a great huge wheel. I have mainly watched T in the Park on the TV and I figure the acts performing are excellent live on the stages. I have seen acts like Stereophonics, KT Tunstall, The Killers, Glasvegas, The Noisettes, The Ting Tings, Snow Patrol, The Kooks, and Calvin Harris etc.  &lt;br /&gt;On the TV I think that the best live performance I have seen in the festival was The Killers highlighting Saturday night on the main stage in 2009. They are a really good band making great music and Brandon Flowers who is the front man has got a great singing voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3720223117307170360?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3720223117307170360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3720223117307170360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/t-in-park.html' title='T in the park'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1796345506342188418</id><published>2010-03-19T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:38:47.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They should put more signs up for no smoking in public places</title><content type='html'>I think smoking should be banned because it is horrible and it could make you ill. I hate when people smoke because it makes me sick and smokers keep coming towards me. I also hate the smell of it, because cigarettes are horrible. I would never like to buy them in the shops. They should put more signs up for no smoking in public places because there not enough signs up. I think smoking should be away from this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1796345506342188418?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1796345506342188418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1796345506342188418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-should-put-more-signs-up-for-no.html' title='They should put more signs up for no smoking in public places'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4200303971671837564</id><published>2010-03-12T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:12:31.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to do boxing you need to have good stamina, and to have good stamina you need to do skipping</title><content type='html'>Boxing is a game where two people fight against each other. They sign contracts for fights and if they are good they go to the championships. If they are a good fighter they win belts and medals.  If you want to do boxing you need to have good stamina, and to have good stamina you need to do skipping. Skipping would improve your stamina. You also need to know the basic moves, and the basic moves are Jab, Cross, Hook and Uppercut. There was a good fight I saw with Floyd Mayweather and Ricky Hatton. That was one of the best fights ever. Then Floyd Mayweather retired for some time, and is now coming back. His next fight is going to be the biggest fight. It’s going to be against the best boxer Manny Pacquiao. Nobody knows who’s going to win because they’re both good fighters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4200303971671837564?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4200303971671837564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4200303971671837564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-want-to-do-boxing-you-need-to.html' title='If you want to do boxing you need to have good stamina, and to have good stamina you need to do skipping'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5060637776282885886</id><published>2010-03-12T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:00:54.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t particularly like people fighting over football and being racist and all the rest of it but I love Scotland</title><content type='html'>Who do you think is the greatest Scot?  Well unfortunately I can’t hear your responses so I guess you guys will have to hear my response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie Braveheart I reckon William Wallace is the greatest Scot because he fought to keep Scotland as Scotland and not England when the English tried to trespass us and make Scotland England.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of the background of William Wallace.  Sir William Wallace was born in the year 1272 and was killed on 23 August 1305, in London, England.  He died at the age of 33 years old.  He was a Scottish knight and a landowner.  He is well known because he led a resistance during the wars of Scottish Independence.  Today he is remembered in Scotland as a patriot and a national hero.  Alongside Andrew Morey he defeated an English Army at the Battle of Stirling Bridge and he became Guardian of Scotland serving until he was defeated at the Battle of Falkirk.  He was captured a few years later in Robroyston which is near Glasgow and he handed over to King Edward I of England who had him executed for treason which in other words means a crime that undermines the offender’s government.  Did you know that William Wallace was an inspiration for the poem “The acts and deeds of Sir William Wallace, knight of Elderslie”? It was written by the 15th century minstrel Blind Harry.  It gave Randall Wallace the idea of the 1995 movie called “Braveheart” in which Mel Gibson plays William Wallace.  Historians think that the Wallace family may actually come from either Wales or Shropshire.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie Braveheart it says that Williams’s father and brother John was killed at Loudoun Hill in 1291 by the notorious Lambies which is a family that came from Clan Lamont.  But according to a local Ayrshire legend, two English soldiers challenged William’s father in Lanark marketplace regarding catching fish.  When William Wallace was killed he was beheaded and his arms and legs were cut off and in the Braveheart movie it says that the arms and legs and head of William Wallace are scattered all over Britain i.e. Scotland, England, Wales and Ireland.  Also in the movie just before he was killed people were trying to get him to say Mercy so that England could invade Scotland but instead of saying “Mercy” his final word was “Freedom”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now know you can understand why I think William Wallace is the greatest Scot because if it hadn’t been for him we would all be English. And guess what??? I’m extremely proud to be Scottish.  I don’t particularly like people fighting over football and being racist and all the rest of it but I LOVE SCOTLAND!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5060637776282885886?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5060637776282885886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5060637776282885886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-particularly-like-people.html' title='I don’t particularly like people fighting over football and being racist and all the rest of it but I love Scotland'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8872542271009982758</id><published>2010-03-12T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:53:24.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braveheart</title><content type='html'>Mel is an actor director and producer. He has starred in films such as Mad Max and the Lethal Weapon series. My favourite film is Braveheart. Mel played the main character. His name is William Wallace. Mel received best director and best picture, and it also won a host of other awards.  Mel has been making films since 1976.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8872542271009982758?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8872542271009982758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8872542271009982758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/braveheart.html' title='Braveheart'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-189404402007653989</id><published>2010-03-12T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:50:56.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy martial arts</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JajvkPWZeDU&amp;NR=1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clip is called Crazy Martial Arts Performance .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see combat techniques.  It is like a combination of different types of martial arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-189404402007653989?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/189404402007653989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/189404402007653989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-martial-arts.html' title='Crazy martial arts'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8025654347147746413</id><published>2010-03-12T03:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:44:54.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In summer you’re out all the time</title><content type='html'>My favourite season is summer because it’s very hot and you get to go to the beach and relax. In summer you’re out all the time and get to spend time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 or 11 I went to France in the summer with my family. It was very hot in France and everybody spoke French obviously. The reason I went to France was because I had never been there and I knew French.  It’s a good way to communicate with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boxing gym stops for the summer. I quite enjoy having a break for a couple of months. It’s also good being off school or college for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes play football with my friends and hang about with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8025654347147746413?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8025654347147746413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8025654347147746413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-summer-youre-out-all-time.html' title='In summer you’re out all the time'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-540188810333338325</id><published>2010-03-12T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:42:51.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fact is being different is a really good thing.</title><content type='html'>The fact is being different is a really good thing. There is nothing wrong with it. We are who we are and there is nothing we can do about it. I have seen and heard people making fun of someone. It makes me rather annoyed and upset when I see this, because I know that they don’t deserve it, nobody does. I have been called a lot of names when I was much younger because I have a learning disability and my confidence was very low and I felt that I didn’t fit in. If you are feeling low or upset just please remember that you are a human being and even if you are different, just smile and say “I am different in all ways and there is nothing wrong with that”.  Remember that there are a lot of people that are the same as you, that are going through the same thing, but remember there are people out there that understand and want to be your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-540188810333338325?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/540188810333338325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/540188810333338325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact-is-being-different-is-really-good.html' title='The fact is being different is a really good thing.'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3699926358272592262</id><published>2010-03-12T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:42:26.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being treated the same</title><content type='html'>People should be treated the same.  You should remember that what you don’t like someone else doing is the same as you doing something to someone else and they don’t like it. As they say, think before you do or say anything, because you might hurt someone’s feelings and you didn’t realise you were doing it. You should see the person’s personality or attitude not the problem with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3699926358272592262?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3699926358272592262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3699926358272592262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-treated-same.html' title='Being treated the same'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8542969979040449602</id><published>2010-03-12T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:33:23.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that the government should put a limit on how much we drink so we are in control of or actions</title><content type='html'>A lot more people are dying from drinking too much alcohol.  When they drink too much they are not in control of their actions and put themselves in very dangerous situations.  They start fights and end up in hospital, off work they get killed or get seriously hurt. On a Friday Saturday and a Sunday night the A&amp;E (Accident &amp; Emergency) department of all hospitals are packed with young people abusing alcohol. Young people have been involved in fights and having to get thir stomach pumped and get alcohol  posing many people also drink and drive and are ten time over the drink driving limit. The worse time for alcohol related crime is when the old firm match between Celtic and rangers play. I don’t think that alcohol should be banned. I think that the government should put a limit on how much we drink so we are in control of or actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8542969979040449602?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8542969979040449602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8542969979040449602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-that-government-should-put.html' title='I think that the government should put a limit on how much we drink so we are in control of or actions'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4464060199212845963</id><published>2010-03-12T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:24:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you doing on Tuesday 12th of January 2010?</title><content type='html'>What were you doing on Tuesday 12th of January 2010?  I bet you can’t even remember what you were doing.  Neither can I, so don’t worry there!!!!  But what where the people of Haiti doing?  Lets find out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. Well on Tuesday 12th of January 2010 at local time which is 16.53 or 21.53  in UTC there was a massive earthquake which hit the richtor scale of 7.0.  It was near the town of Leogane.  It devastated the capital city Port au Prince. It affected an area of approximately 25km which is 16 miles.  In a report there was 150,000 people killed in the earthquake, they were buried in graves.  There are still a lot of people homeless.  By the 24th of January 52 aftershocks measuring 4.5 or greater had been recorded.  There was an estimation of 3 million people affected by the quake.  The death toll kept on rising but there were only a few people that managed to stay alive after being stuck in the rubble for almost 3 weeks, which is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world countries came over and helped by delivering food and water to those ones that needed it and helped remove the rubble to get people out of it.  Even today which is Friday the 4th of March 2010, there are people still raising money for the country of Haiti.  Alexandra Burke who won the Xfactor in 2008 went over to Hait which is a wee island of America to help out.  But there was some devasting news for Ortise Williams who is in JLS, and who came in 2nd in 2008 xfacto.  His cousins lived over there and they have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time there is a council tax bill that comes through your door or you see a charity box please give generously because countries like Haiti really need our support!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4464060199212845963?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4464060199212845963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4464060199212845963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-were-you-doing-on-tuesday-12th-of.html' title='What were you doing on Tuesday 12th of January 2010?'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3943318618809069357</id><published>2010-03-12T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:18:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We soon discovered dad had lost the keys</title><content type='html'>The day I will never forget is when I was in Australia in Sydney. We were in a hotel overlooking the beach. We were sitting on the beach. My dad, me, Martin and uncle Terry were swimming in the water and my auntie, her friend and her mum and my mum were sitting on the beach. Then my mum asked dad to go and get something from the hotel room.  When dad came back he gave mum what she asked for and forgot the keys were in his pocket. He went straight back in the water, not realising. It was when we decided we wanted to go back in to the hotel we soon discovered dad had lost the keys. So dad had to ask the person next door if he could climb over their balcony. So he climbed over the wall, and went in through the veranda door and got the other set of keys. He came back down and let us in, so after that we went to my uncle and auntie’s house for a BBQ. We never found the lost keys. They are still at the bottom of the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3943318618809069357?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3943318618809069357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3943318618809069357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-soon-discovered-dad-had-lost-keys.html' title='We soon discovered dad had lost the keys'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5351352816008526977</id><published>2010-03-12T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:17:10.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine being in the highlands in Scotland right now</title><content type='html'>I bet everyone is really bored of the snow now. Well imagine being in the highlands in Scotland right now where 100,000 people are left with no power because the snow overnight brought down electricity lines and the A9 which is part of the motorway is still closed.  Scottish and Southern energy said 5,000 homes which are mostly in Perthshire but some in the highlands were still without electricity this morning. The company said that on Thursday 45,000 homes had no power but the supplies were restored too 40,000 homes.  The weather is still to come really bad. Ross Eastern from Scottish and Southern said he was confident that the 5,000 people without electricity would have their power restored by the end of today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth and Kinross Council opened a number of emergency receptions such as health centres to give residents heat lights and hot drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5351352816008526977?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5351352816008526977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5351352816008526977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/imagine-being-in-highlands-in-scotland.html' title='Imagine being in the highlands in Scotland right now'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8004962131872334095</id><published>2010-03-12T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:46:36.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was crying when I heard that Robbie had left the band</title><content type='html'>My favourite boy bands are Westlife, Boyzone and Take That.  I love them. I first heard them when I was young, when I was a small child at school.  I was very pleased to hear them on the radio. Westlife began in 1999 when they had their first single called Swear It Again and it went to number 1 in April 1999. I was happy when the single went to number 1. Boyzone began in 1993. Their single called Love Me for a Reason went to number 1 in 1994, when I was just 4 years old, and I was just about to start nursery. Take That began in 1990.  Their first single was called Do What You Like. I love them because I love Gary Barlow.  He has a lovely voice and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1990. I remember being in the back of my dad’s car and hearing the song Promises over and over again. It made me think about promising to my mum that I wouldn’t be so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wee bit nervous about starting school. I was shaking. I remember hearing that Take That had split up. I was crying when I heard that Robbie had left the band.  He’s so funny he makes me laugh. I remember that Lulu was in Relight My Fire. I kept hearing it at the swimming pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8004962131872334095?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8004962131872334095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8004962131872334095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-crying-when-i-heard-that-robbie.html' title='I was crying when I heard that Robbie had left the band'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5591893259859023852</id><published>2010-03-12T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:40:06.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old firm</title><content type='html'>The old firm are the two biggest teams in Scottish football, Rangers and Celtic. I’m the only person I know that supports both. Rangers play at Ibrox, Celtic play at Celtic Park. Ibrox holds 52,000 spectators. Celtic Park holds 60,000 spectators. The old firm fans do not like each other. They do not get on well with each other. I like supporting both teams because I do not care who wins the league, because I like both teams. The old firm has good players. Scott McDonald was my favourite Celtic player, now my favourite player is Robbie Keane. My favourite Rangers player is Kris Boyd. He scores a lot of goals. I’ve not been to Celtic for ages,  my friend hasn’t taken me for a while. I was supposed to go on Wednesday, but there were no tickets left. I was gutted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5591893259859023852?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5591893259859023852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5591893259859023852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-firm.html' title='The old firm'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6716240902885072327</id><published>2010-03-12T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:37:00.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That - The Circus Tour</title><content type='html'>The best concert that I’ve been to was Take That - The Circus Tour. It was a good tour. The songs that I liked were Hold up a light, Greatest Day and Up all Night. I was shouting at them when they came out onto the stage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6716240902885072327?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6716240902885072327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6716240902885072327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-that-circus-tour.html' title='Take That - The Circus Tour'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-995710298723569262</id><published>2010-03-12T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:34:54.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I was born</title><content type='html'>I was born in June 1990 at the Yorkhill hospital. The hospital was very busy and very noisy with all the babies crying and screaming their heads off in the room. I also cried all the time and I hated it so much and my dad said calm the sound down please. I also hated the baby food. It was horrible and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I remember was starting school in 1995. The only thing I really remember after that was starting school. I absolutely hated it. I remember Stuart was in my class. It was really weird. It was really scary. I was screaming my head off. I just wanted to be with my family all the time. I wanted to be with my mum and dad. I wanted to be with my gran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-995710298723569262?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/995710298723569262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/995710298723569262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i-was-born.html' title='The day I was born'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7886926937170822595</id><published>2010-03-05T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:05:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People judge you a lot – it’s ok to be different</title><content type='html'>As far back as you can remember as a child, do you remember being judged just for being different?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can remember being judged just for being different.  It was back in primary school.  It was from about the age of 8 that I felt different people started picking on me because I was slow at my work and they couldn’t understand why I was slow.  They also used to pick on me because my name is different from everyone else’s.  But at the age of 9 and half I got a laptop for my work and I got so much better at my typing skills, so people stopped annoying me over that. Also, as I got older people started to stop annoying me over my name, and as I went on to my last years at school and started college, I have noticed that people don’t judge you they way they used to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People judge you for being different just because of skin colour, religion, disabilities whether that’s learning or physical, name, colour of your eyes or hair or both, or different interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get paranoid at times because I think that people are judging me even though I have learned they aren’t over the years.  But in my last year at school my head of year told me it’s ok to be different because if we were all the same it be would really boring and we would all have the same lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7886926937170822595?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7886926937170822595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7886926937170822595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-judge-you-lot-its-ok-to-be.html' title='People judge you a lot – it’s ok to be different'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3943480537180163064</id><published>2010-03-05T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:46:14.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Will Go On</title><content type='html'>The saddest song I have herd is My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion because it can make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3943480537180163064?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3943480537180163064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3943480537180163064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='My Heart Will Go On'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8165365274062940342</id><published>2010-03-05T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:40:10.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>£100</title><content type='html'>If I won £100 to give away I would give half of it to my family, £20 of it to my half family in Burma and the other £30 to my boyfriend in Burma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8165365274062940342?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8165365274062940342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8165365274062940342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/100.html' title='£100'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2206421286483858049</id><published>2010-03-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:39:13.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking forward to a bit of sun when summer comes</title><content type='html'>My favourite season is summer because I like the warm weather and I go away on holiday when the weather is warm, and it’s nice and sunny, so my favourite season is summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2206421286483858049?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2206421286483858049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2206421286483858049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-looking-forward-to-bit-of-sun-when.html' title='I&apos;m looking forward to a bit of sun when summer comes'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-9109361522788535356</id><published>2010-03-05T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:36:58.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Olympics</title><content type='html'>• The winter Olympics is a major international multi – sport event held on February 12–28, 2010, in Vancouver British Columbia, Canada with some events on snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The winter Olympics is held every 4 years. They do winter sports in snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The first winter Olympics were held in Chamonix France in 1924.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have been watching some ice skating recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Because of World War I and World War II, there were no Olympic Games in 1916, 1940, or 1944.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-9109361522788535356?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9109361522788535356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9109361522788535356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter-olympics.html' title='Winter Olympics'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-1981257602079454343</id><published>2010-03-05T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:35:17.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hawk Down</title><content type='html'>Black Hawk Down is a war movie.  An American helicopter gets shot down in Somalia.  It is an Apache helicopter. I have been in an Apache helicopter near Paris. It has guns and missiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about soldiers. Some people died. Some people survived and the back up came to get them and they moved in for the attack.  The fight was in Somalia  and the Apache helicopter won. From acclaimed director Ridley Scott and renowned producer Jerry Bruckhemer and based on actual events, Black Hawk Down is the heroic account of a group of elite U.S. soldiers sent in to Mogadishu in Somalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mission takes an unexpected turn and results in the U.S military’s single biggest firefight since Vietnam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-1981257602079454343?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1981257602079454343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/1981257602079454343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/03/black-hawk-down.html' title='Black Hawk Down'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8530309315313014377</id><published>2010-02-26T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:47:34.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads of Ayr</title><content type='html'>My favourite summer was when I went to heads of Ayr farm. I was bouncing on the trampoline with my friends and going on the quad bikes, also going swimming, ice skating and going to the caravan park, and  going to X-scape to do all the different activities. My favourite is the soccer circus and the Sky park. Sky park is an adventure assault course in the sky. You are attached to a harness so you don’t fall. When you get to the end you absail down. At the caravan park I go on the swings, go on the speed boat, walk round the caravan park and play on the beach front. When I go swimming I go down the chute making a big splash at the bottom. I also go ice skating which I enjoy. When I’m at heads of Ayr farm I have fun on the quad bikes and I sometimes get very dirty. Soccer circus is really enjoyable, doing all the football skills then at the end trying to knock over the players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8530309315313014377?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8530309315313014377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8530309315313014377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/heads-of-ayr.html' title='Heads of Ayr'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3442000665473018070</id><published>2010-02-26T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:44:38.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love autumn and chiken noodle soup</title><content type='html'>My favourite season is autumn because at the start of the season it’s my birthday.  I also like this season because the leaves fall off the trees.  I like walking on the leaves and the colours they are.  I also enjoy this season because the programmes on telly start getting good again like the X-Factor and I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here.  I also like autumn because you can feel it turning into winter.  It makes me feel happy because I know my mum starts making lentil soup or chicken noodle soup. It also makes me happy because I know it starts to get cold. I have a nice warm house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3442000665473018070?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3442000665473018070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3442000665473018070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/autumn-and-chiken-noodle-soup.html' title='Why I love autumn and chiken noodle soup'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-9121726042434965070</id><published>2010-02-26T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:42:12.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the last time I'm ever going on a chute</title><content type='html'>About two or three years ago my mum decided to take me and my wee brother to Glasgow Green during the summer.  It was a really hot day and my wee brother went to play on the slides and I sat and sunbathed.  My wee brother decided it was a good idea to get me up on one of the slides.  He thought it would be funny and my mum agreed. So I agreed to go up with my wee brother, we climbed up the ladders and I kept hurting my head because I was about 14 or 15 and I’m quite tall. We managed to get up to the top of the chute. I tried to get my wee brother to go first but he refused so I went to sit down and go down I accidently tilted my head and hurt my wee brother’s arm.  When I got down I shouted up to the top of the chute to my wee brother to come down. When he did come down my mum phoned a taxi to take him  to Yorkhill Hospital.  When we got in the taxi my mum tried to call my uncle to come and pick me up from the hospital because it would take ages, but she couldn’t get a hold of him so I stayed. In the end my wee brother got a metal splint for his arm.  I told him that’s stopped me going to parks. I ain’t ever going again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-9121726042434965070?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9121726042434965070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9121726042434965070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-last-time-im-ever-going-on-chute.html' title='That&apos;s the last time I&apos;m ever going on a chute'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2049123171527510731</id><published>2010-02-26T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:02:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best concert I've ever been to - The Proclaimers</title><content type='html'>My very first concert was The Proclaimers live at Inverness Bught Park on Sunday the 20th of July 2008.  It was during the summer time. It was the best concert, because I was close up to them and it was the first time I had been to see the band live. Before all of that I was absolutely surprised because I got an autograph signed to me. I think The Proclaimers found out I am a huge fan of theirs, and it was nice of their manager to get them to sign the picture. &lt;br /&gt;Something else about this concert was that it was the last gig following their seventh studio album Life with You, and was the end of their 129 date world tour. Before that they played at Edinburgh Castle, which was a sold out gig. I would have loved to have seen them there, but I was happy enough to see them on the last gig. I noticed that there were 15,000 fans appearing at the two final concerts. At the gates me, my mum and my sister waited in a long queue. I started to get a little bit excited and I texted my aunt saying I was standing in the queue. I got in the gates and there was no sign of the band. As we went in, there was a stall which had merchandise from t-shirts, mugs, programmes, log-books etc. I got to buy a large size sunset t-shirt, a log-book, two mugs etc. &lt;br /&gt;As we went inside the tent. I got to see the stage where the Proclaimers were going to perform. There were going to be special guests playing before The Proclaimers to get the fans warmed up. The first guests that came up were an eleven piece Ska band called This R 2 Tone. They played a number of tunes but me, mum and my sister did not like them. I thought they were cheesy. The next guests that came up after them was an indie rock band called The Dykennies who were from Cumbernauld, outside Glasgow. I thought the lead singer was quite funny and they were an excellent band.&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited for another half an hour and finally The Proclaimers came up and all the fans cheered, then the lights went out for one second and then they sang the first song which was New Religion. The other songs that they played which I can remember were from the Life with You album and the biggest hits, from Letter from America to I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles). The last songs that they played were King of the Road, and The Joyful Kilmarnock Blues. At the end of the gig, The Proclaimers walked out of the final stage of their long year tour. During the rest of 2008, they got down to writing another album. As me, my mother and sister headed back to get my dad who was waiting in the car, along the way there, most fans came out drunk and singing 500 Miles but we kept going. I think it was the best concert I have been to ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2049123171527510731?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2049123171527510731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2049123171527510731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-concert-ive-ever-been-to.html' title='The best concert I&apos;ve ever been to - The Proclaimers'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5657460261283627536</id><published>2010-02-19T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:29:06.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter holiday</title><content type='html'>During my Easter break I go to my youth club.  We go to places like swimming, bowling, play parks, caravan park, Xscape, cycling round Strathclyde Country Park in Motherwell, Scotland Street School Museum, cinema, Glasgow Science Centre, and Imax.  But when I’m not at youth club I spend time with my family and other friends. I go to the shops in Clydebank, go on my laptop, Xbox360, watch TV, and lots of other things I can’t remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5657460261283627536?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5657460261283627536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5657460261283627536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-easter-holiday.html' title='My Easter holiday'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7057623056528021476</id><published>2010-02-12T03:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:34:13.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truckfest 2009</title><content type='html'>Last year I went to Truckfest in Edinburgh in the Ingliston centre.  All sorts of trucks were there.  They ranged from 7.5ton tippers to 66ton heavy haulage articulated lorries.  Fire engines were also there. &lt;br /&gt;There were monster trucks.  They do a show.  They jump over cars, crushing them like pancakes.  Recovery trucks also do a demonstration.   &lt;br /&gt;There were some famous people there like Rick Yem from Ice Road Truckers. All the trucks had their own stand.  Some were manufacturers, some were company stands. There were also stands selling gifts. I enjoyed myself so much I can’t wait till the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7057623056528021476?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7057623056528021476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7057623056528021476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/truckfest-2009.html' title='Truckfest 2009'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5428132603173543589</id><published>2010-02-12T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:24:55.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori's favourite video game</title><content type='html'>My favourite video game is Fifa 10. It’s my wee brothers game and he got it for his christmas for his PS3. I like playing with it with him because I like trying to beat him at it, but I’ve not quite managed it yet. My wee brother scores the goals into his own goal so I don’t need to try. I like it because you can pick whatever team you like. I always pick Chelsea and my wee brother picks Manchester United.  I like the fact you can play with people all over the world.  I’ve never tried playing it against the computer. I never get the chance to do it.  I can’t wait until Fifa 11 comes out. I think it’ll be great.  The other thing with Fifa 10 you can play it on PS3, Xbox 360, I think you can get it on the PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5428132603173543589?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5428132603173543589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5428132603173543589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/loris-favourite-video-game.html' title='Lori&apos;s favourite video game'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7191754830542079337</id><published>2010-02-12T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:20:59.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I was born</title><content type='html'>I was born in the Southern General at 12:15 on 4th December 1992. Charles and Eddie “Would I Lie To You?" was no. 1 in the charts.&lt;br /&gt;This was the day that President George H. W. Bush ordered 28,000 US troops to Somalia in Northeast Africa. An American helicopter was shot down. Later the film “Black Hawk Down” was made.&lt;br /&gt;The war in Bosnia was still going on in Europe but some good things were happening too.  In October the game San Andreas came out for the Play Station and the Game Boy. And of course my family were happy that I was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7191754830542079337?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7191754830542079337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7191754830542079337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-i-was-born.html' title='The day I was born'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6655407306667263471</id><published>2010-02-12T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:16:12.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best birthday ever - 99 squares</title><content type='html'>It was my 16th birthday on a Friday morning and I got up at 8:00 am and went to school.  I had an ok day then when I got home I got out of my school clothes and into my party clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 pm guests started to come over and settled in, including three of my school friends: Matthew, Barry and Stephen. We all had a small buffet before the cake came out. &lt;br /&gt;We were all still hungry, so I decided that I wanted to eat my dairy milk bar of chocolate.  I only started to eat one square of it.  &lt;br /&gt;Next thing, I turned around to eat some more, but by the time I turned round the other 99 squares of the chocolate bar were missing.  &lt;br /&gt;So it took me until Monday to find out who had eaten my other 99 squares. I went to school on Monday and asked Barry, Matthew and Stephen if anyone saw what happened with the other 99 squares.  &lt;br /&gt;Barry and Stephen said they didn’t see what happened, and then when I asked Matthew he made a confession and said “I know you won’t like what I’m going to say to you”, and then I said “What”? And he said “I ate the other 99 squares of your dairy milk bar”.&lt;br /&gt;I was really annoyed and upset because my mum’s friend had bought it especially for me and I was sharing it out with other people who were at my party too.  So that was the best birthday I have ever had .  I still laugh so much about it that it’s just so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6655407306667263471?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6655407306667263471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6655407306667263471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-best-birthday-ever-99-squares.html' title='My best birthday ever - 99 squares'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7363251342358683589</id><published>2010-02-12T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:46:30.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would like my life to be like in 10 years time</title><content type='html'>I often think about things that I want to do when I am older. I have a clear idea I think, but you don’t really know if it will happen. Well, first I would like to move out from my parents’ house when I am around 20 – 25. I know that might be quite hard because I have learning diffulties but I hopefully won’t let that get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;I am not that sure if I want to live with a partner or friends. I want to live in a quiet street, where there is no trouble and I can get along with my neighbours. I would like to work with children in a nursery, that would be my dream job, but I would also like a part-time job or a course. I would like to have children when I am around 25 - 30. I would like to have twins, a boy called Aston and a girl called Tina, but I am not that bothered, I just want it to be healthy. &lt;br /&gt;I have had a conversation with my friends bout getting married; we have talked about it quite, a lot which is quite good to do, in my opinion. I would like to get married. I would like a big white wedding and I would like to design it all by myself which I think is a good idea. I would let my husband have choices on the wedding, like the best man and his outfit. I would choose my big sister, wee sister and one of my friends to be a bridesmaid. If I get married after I have children, the child would be the flower-girl. If my dad isn’t alive to give me away then I’ll gave it to my best friend. I would like my big sister to help me choose a wedding dress, because she is brilliant at choosing beautiful dresses. I would like the day to be perfect and I hope nothing would go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I would like Tina to grow up into a polite young lady because I don’t like some girls’ attitude. I would also like Aston to grow up into a charming young man and to respect his twin and parents, because some guys’ attitudes are awful. I would like my husband to help me with the twins, like help with changing nappies, feeding the baby and take turns at getting up at night when the baby starts crying. I would like my husband to make dinner for me sometimes or even help me with the cleaning. I would like to just go out sometimes by myself and have fun or spend time with my husband without the children. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be still close to my best friend, because I can’t see my life without him. My best friend would be the uncle to my twins and they will love his jokes and his loveable attitude. I would like my husband and best friend to get on well. I want me and my husband to live in a big house so we can have room for the twins and if we want any more children.  I want to be a good mother and for the children to feel that they can come and talk to me when they need to. I think that I would do some of the things my mum did when I was a child, but I would do a lot of my own things. &lt;br /&gt;If my marriage doesn’t work, then I would bring up the children myself, but I would let the children still see their father whenever he wanted, and they would be allowed to stay over at his too. I don’t think I would want to get married twice, I don’t really know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7363251342358683589?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7363251342358683589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7363251342358683589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-would-like-my-life-to-be-like-in.html' title='What I would like my life to be like in 10 years time'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4124524111989236875</id><published>2010-02-12T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:36:19.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year I was born - 1991</title><content type='html'>The year I was born there were 17 number 1’s.  In February 1991 The American cartoon the Simpsons, featuring Bart Simpson, reached number 1 with Do the Bartman. It was from the album The Simpsons Sing The Blues, which reached number 6.  In March 1991 The Clash had their first number 1 with Should I Stay or Should I Go, after they were used in an advert advertising Levi’s. &lt;br /&gt; A month later Cher took her first number 1 in the UK with The Shoop Shoop song (It’s In His Song) which was taken from the film Mermaids.  Bryan Adams also reached Number 1 in July with Everything I Do (I’d Do It For You) which was in the UK charts for 17 weeks.  That song was still number 1 when I was born.  It was taken from the film Robin Hood: Prince of Theives.  It had broken the record from 1955.  It’s a record that still lasts today.  It also became the biggest selling single of the year, selling over a million copies.  &lt;br /&gt;The Christmas number 1 single was Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody, which was reissued after the death of Freddy Mercury in November.  It became the Number 1 twice. George Michael and Elton John were number 1 for 2 weeks with Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me in the first two weeks in December.&lt;br /&gt;In November, Michael Jackson also had a Number 1 which hit the charts for 2 weeks with Black or White.  Vic Reeves and The Wonder stuff sang Dizzy which lasted 2 weeks then, U2 lasted a week with The Fly.  Jason Donavon sang Any Dream Will Do in June along side Color me Badd had I Wanna Sex You Up. Chesney Hawkes had The One And Only, Hale and Pace had The Stonk. The last week of January and the start of February had the KLF with 3am Eternal. Queen also had a number 1 hit with  Innuendo. Enigma had a number 1 with Sadness (Part 1).  The first week of January 1991 had Iron Maiden with Bring Your Daughter…To The Slaughter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Events in 1991 &lt;br /&gt;• US, Britain, France, and allied countries drive Iraq from Kuwait ( Operation Desert Storm). &lt;br /&gt;• The Warsaw Pact officially dissolved. &lt;br /&gt;• Attempted coup in Soviet Union.  &lt;br /&gt;• Break up of USSR, Commonwealth of Independent States from Yugoslavia after a brief war. &lt;br /&gt;• Bank Of Credit And Commerce (BCCI) collapses.  &lt;br /&gt;• The Indian Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi assanssinated.  &lt;br /&gt;• Helen Sharman was the first Briton in space.  &lt;br /&gt;• Linus Torvalds announces in a newsgroup that he is working on developing his own operating system (later to become Linux).  &lt;br /&gt;• Apple releases the first version of Quicktime. &lt;br /&gt;• US airline Pan Am, ends Operations.&lt;br /&gt;The Eurovision Song Contest was the 36th Show. It was held on the 4th of May 1991 in Rome.  Due to the Gulf War and the tension in Yugoslavia the RAI decided to move the contest from Sanremo to Rome which was more secure.  The presenters were called Gigliola Cinquetta and Toto Cutugno. Carola was the winner with Fangad Av En Stormvind which was the 3rd win for Sweden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4124524111989236875?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4124524111989236875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4124524111989236875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/year-i-was-born-1991.html' title='The year I was born - 1991'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4928459519997557592</id><published>2010-02-12T02:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:18:34.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest scene - Still Game</title><content type='html'>The funniest scene of all time has got to be in the episode of Still Game called Fresh Lick. Tam Mullen is in the back of the Clansman and is looking for a tape to put on.  When a tape falls Tam picks it up and it says Bobby’s.  He takes it home and he is shocked to see Bobby is in a porno.  He takes ir round everybody. Eventually Shug takes it to watch on his night shift at Delanie’s department store. Meanwhile back at the Clansman Tam says to Bobby can I have another pint Troy? Bobby then realises that Shug has got his porno tape. Bobby and Tam race to stop Shug from watching it But they are both too late. Shug has put it on the big screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4928459519997557592?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4928459519997557592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4928459519997557592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/funniest-scene-still-game.html' title='The funniest scene - Still Game'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5505049839237899057</id><published>2010-02-12T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:08:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My earliest memories</title><content type='html'>My earliest memories were when I was 13 and 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13 it was the summer of 2003 I was off school for 6 weeks waiting for school to start back again in August.  So I did my usual thing of going in for my friends and playing with them.  &lt;br /&gt;Then when I went in for one of my friends she said she couldn’t come out and she said I’m sorry but I can’t come out my god-sisters are over from Athens to visit me then I said to her well why don’t they come out too then she said ok then.&lt;br /&gt;So she went and asked them and they said yes.  They were identical twin girls who you couldn’t tell apart.  Their names were Rena and Mina they were 11 years old.  So while they were visiting they got to meet me and my cousin because he would stay overnight at my house on weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;The night before Rena and Mina left to go back to Athens my cousin and I got their phone number and address.  So we kept in touch with them and also got to know two of their elder sisters who stayed longer because they were studying in the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;My other earliest memory was when I was 14 years old and it was October and my uncle’s parents came through from Burma to visit my uncle.  As I often visit my uncle I got the chance to meet them for the first time since I was a young girl.  They brought through photos of the rest of my uncle’s family on a CD.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle’s dad can speak very good English but his mum can’t so she needs a translator, so my uncle’s dad and my uncle would do it for her.  They came through for 2 weeks and the day they left was the day of my uncle’s birthday which I now got to find out is the same day as one of his niece’s birthday’s, and my uncle to my dad’s side’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when I got to meet them.  They taught me some Burmese words and now I am learning Burmese.  One night I had stayed overnight at my uncle’s house then the next day I had dinner with them and my mum did too so it came to giving the dinner comments so we had to give it in Burmese since it was my uncle’s mum who had made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then came to my mum’s turn to say how good the dinner was and it was really nice but my mum tried to say in Burmese it was very good, but everyone laughed at her because she was so funny at trying to pronounce the phrase properly, but then just by luck my uncle’s mum managed to understand my mum.  Nowadays when my uncle phones over to his family using skype he lets me talk to them since I’m learning Burmese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5505049839237899057?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5505049839237899057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5505049839237899057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-earliest-memories.html' title='My earliest memories'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7013374727544694045</id><published>2010-01-29T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:55:19.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I was born</title><content type='html'>The day I was born was on Thursday 5th September 1991.  I was born at 10 o’clock at night in the Queen Mothers at Yorkhill Children’s Hospital.  The week I was born Bryan Adams had a number 1, it was called Everything I D o (I Do It For You). It had been in the charts in the UK for 16 weeks, In America it had been in the charts for 7 weeks.  Bryan Adams featured his song on his album called Waking up the Neighbours. It was also the soundtrack for Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. The 5th of September is the 248th day and 249th day in a leap year in the Gregorian calendar which means there is 117 days till the end of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7013374727544694045?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7013374727544694045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7013374727544694045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-was-born.html' title='The day I was born'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-990867970377965743</id><published>2010-01-29T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:18:27.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy back garden</title><content type='html'>My back garden was all grass, but when you walked on it, it was really annoying. When it was wet, your foot sunk in to it, so my dad decided to take all the grass out.  Me and my brother helped him.  He took it back to bare soil and put more drainage in. He dug big holes and laid down piping.  Instead of grass, he put down white chips. He got them from B&amp;Q.  The big lorry with the crane came and delivered them.  Me and my dad used a wheelbarrow to spread the chips.  We took turns at shoveling them. Now my back garden looks like a runway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-990867970377965743?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/990867970377965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/990867970377965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/soggy-back-garden.html' title='Soggy back garden'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2383395790028970723</id><published>2010-01-29T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:39:48.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuart's Glasgow likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>What I like about the city of Glasgow is the people are friendly in the city centre. In London it’s mostly a business city, it’s bigger, and nobody ever speaks to you, but people in Glasgow will talk to you. It’s basically my city. Glasgow has a wide range of shopping facilities in the town and outside areas like Silverburn, Braehead, Fort,  East Kilbride and Clydebank. Glasgow is touristy with the Museums, Tall Ship, Bus Tours and the Science Centre.&lt;br /&gt;From the advantages to the disadvantages in the city of Glasgow, and there are loads of disadvantages I have to say. There are too many gangsters and neds in different parts of the city, which leads to stabbings, murders, fighting and anti-social behaviour. The streets in Glasgow can be very scary, dark and quiet, and not very safe. The Glasgow accent is very quick and neddish,  but I’m used to it. You can hear the Glasgow accent in programmes like Rab C Nesbit, Still Game, Taggert, and BBC Soap River City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2383395790028970723?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2383395790028970723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2383395790028970723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuarts-glasgow-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Stuart&apos;s Glasgow likes and dislikes'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4973628839672385228</id><published>2010-01-29T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:35:34.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best concert I ever went to</title><content type='html'>The best concert I ever went to was when I was 18 and I went to The X Factor tour with my former friend.  All the acts came on and were good but the winner got to perform last by themself, in this case it was Leon Jackson.  &lt;br /&gt;He sang his wining song and various others and he performed in the end with all the other acts.  I had my phone with me so I decided to take photos of Leon and I got a lot of good shots of him from all different angles from where I was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time but I didn’t take photos of the other acts. I only took photos of Leon because he was my favourite.  My mobile phone was loaded with so many photos of Leon and even a lot of close up shots too.&lt;br /&gt;After the concert had finished my former friend and I were on our way out but just as I was ahead of my former friend she was miles behind me talking to the security officers asking if she could talk to Leon backstage and to get his autograph but the security officers said no to her.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we had left the SECC we headed back home to my house and had dinner to eat and as it was the weekend my former friend stayed over night so she went home the next morning.  I then saw her in school on Monday and we couldn’t stop talking about getting the entire close up shots of Leon.&lt;br /&gt;My former friend said she hadn’t been to a concert before so this was her first one and she liked it a lot.  Leon was also her favourite act.  Before the concert after Leon had won The X Factor in 2007 me and my former friend went out and bought the single and we couldn’t stop repeating the song over again.&lt;br /&gt;We were huge fans of Leon and sometimes she would stay at my house at the weekends while The X Factor was on so we would phone in and keep voting for Leon so that he wouldn’t get into the bottom two which is a tough moment on The X Factor.  Whenever Leon ended up in the bottom two we would both be upset.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the semi final of The X factor I was shocked when Dermot said it was Scotland Vs England Vs Wales.  I wanted Leon to stay and win in the final.  Once it was the final I was staying with my auntie and we were making jokes up about Rhydian saying we want to get rid of him but we were really happy once we watched the results and found out Leon won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4973628839672385228?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4973628839672385228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4973628839672385228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-concert-i-ever-went-to.html' title='The best concert I ever went to'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6139480119439672978</id><published>2010-01-29T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:29:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Game - Matthew's favourite scene</title><content type='html'>My favourite funny scene is in Still Game. It is when Winston asks Navid for some petrol to light the barbecue. This is when disaster strikes. Winston sets fire to the whole building, and then they escape out the side just out of sight of the firemen.  Then at the end Navid gets all his customers back. He is very happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6139480119439672978?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6139480119439672978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6139480119439672978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-game-matthews-favourite-scene.html' title='Still Game - Matthew&apos;s favourite scene'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8999662988295608425</id><published>2010-01-29T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:27:03.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I usually sit in my room and watch my tv or play my Xbox 360.  Sometimes I go out with my mum, dad and wee brother to the shops. Sometimes I go to my uncle’s work or watch football at the pub, or go and visit my gran, or go out on my bike or go on msn or bebo, or help mum around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8999662988295608425?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8999662988295608425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8999662988295608425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2293143468976095435</id><published>2010-01-29T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:25:53.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My earliest memory - my bike</title><content type='html'>My earliest memory is when I must have been turning 3 years old.  It was my 3rd birthday and I can remember my mum and my step dad being in the living room.  My step dad was sat on the couch underneath the window and my mum was standing behind and in between me and my step dad.  There was the best present a 3 year old could ask for, it was a multi coloured bike.  The wheels where pink, purple and green.  I can remember me and my mum going to my Gran and Grandad’s house but they weren’t in, so my mum took me to down to the new scheme which was behind by Gran and Granddads’ house. I can remember my mum teaching me how to go on my bike. I could only go around in circles, that was when the stabilisers came off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2293143468976095435?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2293143468976095435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2293143468976095435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-earliest-memory-my-bike.html' title='My earliest memory - my bike'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7232029237234549277</id><published>2010-01-29T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:22:25.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hawk Down</title><content type='html'>Black Hawk Down is a war movie.  A helicopter gets shot down.  It is an Apache helicopter. I have been in an Apache helicopter near Paris. It has guns and missiles. The movie is about soldiers. Some people died. Some people survived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7232029237234549277?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7232029237234549277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7232029237234549277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-hawk-down_29.html' title='Black Hawk Down'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2404487720991694724</id><published>2010-01-29T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:20:19.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mearns shopping centre</title><content type='html'>Mearns shopping centre is a shopping centre with a variety of shops like Marks And Spencers, Asda, New Look, Holland and Barrett, Clintons Cards, Costa Coffee, Thomson Holidays, Clarks, Next  Country  Causals, McColls, Waterstones, Gavin Bags, VIP Children, The Early Learning Centre, Gillian, Thomas Cook, Imrie Fruits, Subway, Elvi, Charles Fraser,  Boots, Superdrug, Viyella, Primavera, Pavone Sud Italian Restaurant, Optical Express, Abbey, Clydesdale, The Royal Bank Of Scotland, Post Office, Timpsons, Hendersons, and Rogersons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2404487720991694724?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2404487720991694724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2404487720991694724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/mearns-shopping-centre.html' title='Mearns shopping centre'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8227725857063835446</id><published>2010-01-29T02:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:18:28.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>I was in Edinburgh for a school trip. I was 16 years old, and the time of the year was summer. It was a cloudy day. I was feeling very happy because we made it on time.  I was travelling with my teacher Mrs Fleming and my brother Euan. I had picked Edinburgh because it is a nice place to go to and visit. I really enjoyed it. It was a nice surprise to go there. The journey was good and fun. I felt happy when I got to Edinburgh because it was a place that I liked because of the lovely views in Edinburgh. I went to see the shops and went to a restaurant and it was nice.  I had spaghetti carbonarra.  It was lovely. I enjoyed it. It was a good trip to go on and I would go there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8227725857063835446?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8227725857063835446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8227725857063835446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/edinburgh.html' title='Edinburgh'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2173117658805945268</id><published>2010-01-29T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:14:36.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gillian's Glasgow likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>I like the people in Glasgow because they are friendly. It is a nice place to go to. I love it. I also like that the people in the restaurants are so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dislikes are rude people, the weather, gangs and smoking.  I also dislike people swearing, and people stealing. I would not like to meet bad people in the streets at night. I think sectarianism is very bad.  I would say it is very scary at a Rangers and Celtic match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2173117658805945268?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2173117658805945268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2173117658805945268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/gillians-glasgow-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Gillian&apos;s Glasgow likes and dislikes'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-959710852577933324</id><published>2010-01-22T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:02:39.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap</title><content type='html'>I went to my friend’s house.  We were playing the PS2, when suddenly my friend went off in a bad mood .He went to the toilet and picked up a bar of soap.  I was standing at the bottom of the stairs.  My big brother was standing behind me.  My friend threw the bar of soap at me.  I ducked down.  The bar of soap hit my big brother on the face.  My friend was shocked that he had hit the wrong person. I turned round and started laughing.  My brother’s face was so sore that he didn’t have time to be angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-959710852577933324?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/959710852577933324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/959710852577933324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/soap.html' title='Soap'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8081363702414319876</id><published>2010-01-22T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:16:03.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most moving scene - Eastenders</title><content type='html'>The most moving scene for me has got to be the scene in Eastenders on Thursday 2 April 2009. Danielle Jones died in her mother Ronny Mitchell’s arms. Danielle Jones (Amy Mitchell) was Ronny Mitchell’s lost long daughter, who she gave up for adoption. Ronny was told a lie by her evil father Archie Mitchell. Archie told Ronny that her baby girl Amy Mitchell drowned in the bath and died but she did not die. Ronny thought she had died. So when Danielle said to Ronny I am your daughter, Ronny said my daughter is dead. She then chucked Danielle out of the Queen Vic, and said to Danielle ‘who would want a daughter like you?’. Danielle ran away crying. It wasn’t until Ronny was toasting a toast to her dad and Aunt Peggy that Roxy handed Ronny  an empty wine glass.  In that particular wine glass that  Roxy gave to Ronny was the locket she gave to her baby when she gave her away. Ronny then realized that Danielle was telling the truth, and that Danielle was Ronny’s daughter. Ronny ran after Danielle and shouted ‘Danielle baby’.  Danielle was in the middle of the road and was about to cross and give her mum a hug when Janine knocked her down. Danielle died in her mother Ronny’s arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8081363702414319876?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8081363702414319876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8081363702414319876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-moving-scene-eastenders.html' title='The most moving scene - Eastenders'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2203351643617436998</id><published>2010-01-22T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:47:24.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man with a club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DAP3ZPTQ5s/S1mCMT51ePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Q9tYRLJlOA/s1600-h/the_man_with_a_club%5B1%5D+2.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DAP3ZPTQ5s/S1mCMT51ePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Q9tYRLJlOA/s200/the_man_with_a_club%5B1%5D+2.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429513973784738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2203351643617436998?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2203351643617436998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2203351643617436998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-with-club.html' title='The man with a club'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DAP3ZPTQ5s/S1mCMT51ePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Q9tYRLJlOA/s72-c/the_man_with_a_club%5B1%5D+2.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3764437397049166943</id><published>2010-01-22T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:42:22.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My earliest memory</title><content type='html'>My early memories are me going to school for the first time. My dad took me to school. I remember meeting my primary 1 teacher, Miss Anderson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3764437397049166943?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3764437397049166943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3764437397049166943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-earliest-memory.html' title='My earliest memory'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-505729315555292183</id><published>2010-01-22T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:41:22.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most moving scene - Casualty</title><content type='html'>The most moving scene was on Saturday 02 January 2010, on Casualty, which is a programme on BBC 1.  This is a programme about doctors and nurses in the A&amp;E department in Holby General Hospital.  The episode was called “a day in a life”.  &lt;br /&gt;The New Year begins with a bang for the characters in A&amp;E but it’s not the sort of bang anyone would think would happen.   It’s the day of Adam and Jessica’s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;It all starts when doctor Adam Trueman wakes up in ED with a hangover. He wakes up with a superman costume on.  Jessica calls Adam to tell him not to be late and Adam promises not to be late.  But surprise surprise, he’s late.  He’s about to leave A&amp;E and a police officer turns up and arrests him.  Charlie ends up driving Adam to the church with the police escort.  They arrive at the church and then the hospital pages Tess and tells Adam that he needs to get back to the hospital because one of the patients had deteriorated. Adam leaves and goes back to the hospital with Jessica, with the kids coming behind him.  Big Mac, one of the porters has to look after Lucas, Amelia and baby Harry whilst the doctors work on the patient.  &lt;br /&gt;We see Adam in the men’s toilet washing his face with freezing water.  Then the door opens and Jessica is there and tells him she wants to marry him today.  They get the hospital Chaplain to marry them in the hospital chapel.  &lt;br /&gt;We see Adam, Jessica, Lucas, Amelia and Baby Harry going to the wedding reception but Adam’s phone rings, and Jessica answers, because Adam is driving,  but he crashes into another car and the car goes into the frozen lake.  Adam tries and opens the door, and gets Lucas to crawl across the ice and gets him to go and get help.  Lucas goes and gets help and he finds Jeff and Dixie the paramedics.  Dixie stays at the scene and helps the other car, whilst Jeff goes with Lucas.  Adam gets Amelia out the car and Jeff tells her and Lucas to go and sit on the bench whilst they wait for the ambulance.  The car then goes right under the water and Adam Jessica and baby Harry are in danger. Jeff waits to see if anything happens. Adam then comes up and tells Jeff that he needs to go and get Jessica and baby Harry.  Adam goes under the water and gets Jessica, but baby Harry isn’t there. He then goes underneath again, and finds baby Harry but the baby’s not breathing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get back to the hospital Lucas and Amelia go and get treated, whilst Adam refuses to get treated, and wants to work on Jessica and baby Harry.  Baby Harry has Hyperthermia.  But he’s not in the all clear. Jessica also has it but she ends up getting an operation to help her.  Adam then goes and gets treated, and by the end of the episode baby Harry dies and Jessica is out of the coma.  &lt;br /&gt;Whilst I watched the programme I was hoping that they would all be fine and I thought this must have been the most moving scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-505729315555292183?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/505729315555292183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/505729315555292183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-moving-scene-casualty.html' title='The most moving scene - Casualty'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8246739446505532166</id><published>2010-01-22T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:34:59.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrevieja</title><content type='html'>I was 18 years old and it was 3 weeks until my birthday. It was Easter time and it was a cool day.  Before I left my house I was tired because I had to get up at 3:00 am before I made the journey to the airport.  I was travelling with my mum, my auntie, my elder cousin and my 2 younger cousins. We were travelling to Torrevieja in Spain. We flew with flyglobespam from Glasgow Airport to Aeropuerto De Alacante.&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Aeropuerto De Alacante we then had to get a car which took us a 40 minute drive to Torrevieja. The reason we went there was for a holiday because it would be nice to get away from home.  When I was on the plane I thought we would be staying in a hotel but it turned out not.  It turned out that we were going to be staying in my next door neighbours’ home that they have there.&lt;br /&gt;The journey was good. I liked all of it, including making friends with people from England whose grandparents also have a house there. I thought it would be great when we got there. It was ok, but maybe not the best of holidays I have been on.  The journey was good and I felt happy I was getting away from home for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we unpacked our luggage and settled into the house and got to take a look around.  Then we had lunch and went for a walk and went for some drinks at the local bar, near where we were staying.  We went out to the supermarket, market, bars, restaurants, and the town, and to the harbour and went swimming in the swimming pool where we were staying.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t what I thought it would be like.  There was only one big supermarket and a small market and one bar plus one restaurant and some shops and one shopping complex which was just enough for a small town. I had thought we would be staying in a hotel but we didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;It was different, because there wasn’t much to it. It was just a small town. We had the chance to go to places outside Torrevieja, but we decided not to chance the one hour drive, since my younger cousin was only 7 and is really fussy about how long you have to travel for.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about it was going to different parts of the town and meeting new friends from England which was the only thing that made the journey good.  Maybe if we go again sometime it could be much better than what I expected although once again it was only a small town.&lt;br /&gt;What wasn’t so good about it was it was too quiet and there wasn’t much to do.  Even my little cousin who was 7 at the time didn’t enjoy herself as well as me and my cousin, who was 17 at the time.  We all wished to have a better holiday than what we got, since we only went to a town and not the big cities like I have been to before.&lt;br /&gt;When we were travelling back we were all happy to be coming back home again,  since we missed everyone who was left at home in Glasgow.  When we got back home we slept for at least 2 hours after travelling on the flight back home again.  When I woke up I then went on my computer for a while to talk to my friends and half family in Yangon, Myanmar because I couldn’t keep in touch with them for two weeks since there was no internet access where we were on holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8246739446505532166?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8246739446505532166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8246739446505532166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/torrevieja.html' title='Torrevieja'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5260487788066339180</id><published>2010-01-15T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:55:46.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work experience</title><content type='html'>My work experience is in Cardonald College stores. I help with deliveries. I also help in the plumbing and electrical stores.  I sweep up the delivery area if it is dirty and put the rubbish in the skip. At break time I sit in the store with the store man and some of the other tutors. I take deliveries all over the college. Some of the places I go are the children’s centre, hairdressing, photocopying room and toilet store. Sometimes when I have nothing to do I collect rubbish from the classrooms and put it in the skip. I take paper to the photocopy room. I deliver supplies to the children’s centre i.e. nappies, toilet supplies.  I also tidy up the shelves in the electrical store I also like watching the tutors when they give lessons because I like to learn.  When I’m not in the electrical store, I cut up pipes in the plumbing store.  It is hard work. I use a tool called a pipe slice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5260487788066339180?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5260487788066339180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5260487788066339180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-work-experience.html' title='My work experience'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8013486918430053182</id><published>2010-01-15T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:11:05.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my head split open</title><content type='html'>I was 16 years old and I was in my 4th year of St Oswald’s secondary school.  The weather was bright and sunny. The bell had just rung for the end of my French lesson  and my next lesson was maths .This day I decided to take a wee shortcut to get to my maths lesson quicker. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I wish now that I had gone the long way round, but I didn’t. I took the short cut. I was going through a door that went from the playground to another part of the school where my maths class was on. The door that I  was trying to go through  was about to shut. I did not see it coming. All of a sudden the door swung back and hit me on the head. I did not resize that my head had been split open until my best friend said to me ‘are you ok?’  and I said  yes I was ok. It wasn’t until I put my hand up to my head that I then realised that I had split my head open. I was scared and thought that I was going to collapse to the ground.  I went in to my math class. I said to my teacher Mr Barret that the door had hit me on the head and that my head was bleeding. He send me up to the first aider, Mrs Paul, but she could not do anything. I had to go to the Victoria Infirmary. My assistant head teacher Mr Clark tried to phone my mum but she was not in, so he left a message on my answering phone for my mum to get in touch.  I went to the hospital with The first aider Mrs Paul and assistant head teacher Mr Clark went with me in Mr Clark’s car. We got to the Victoria Infirmary. Mr Clark dropped me and Mrs Paul off at A -E (Accident and Emergency), because he had to get back to school . Me and Mrs Paul then proceeded into Accident and Emergency. Mrs Paul then told the receptionist what happened. I waited to see the doctor.  First I saw the nurse and she cleaned my wound out. Then I went to see the doctor and he put special glue to stick my head back together. Mr Clark came back and picked me and Mrs Paul back up and took us to school. When I got back to school I was told to sit in the time-out room.  Then after 10 minutes my head teacher took me down to where it happened.  So I showed him what happened.  He said are sure you weren’t running, and I said no because I wasn’t running. He still did not believe me. Then the bell rang for lunch.  After lunch my mum came and picked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8013486918430053182?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8013486918430053182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8013486918430053182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-my-head-split-open.html' title='The day my head split open'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2012079505892922108</id><published>2010-01-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:57:37.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day a car drove over my arm</title><content type='html'>I was 9 years old. The year was 2004. The day was sunny. I was feeling good.  I was with my cousins when a car ran over my arm.  My arm was very sore.  I was a bit scared.  My cousin drove me to the hospital, and he informed my mum and dad about what had happened. My dad came to the hospital too. When we got to the reception my dad spoke to the receptionist she told us to wait for two minutes. I was a bit scared because I thought I might need an operation. The doctor said I needed an X-ray.  The doctor showed my dad the x- ray where I had broken my arm.  He said I needed a cast on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2012079505892922108?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2012079505892922108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2012079505892922108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-car-drove-over-my-arm.html' title='The day a car drove over my arm'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-9122214816528162835</id><published>2010-01-15T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:51:55.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My plans for 2010</title><content type='html'>I’m planning to get my own house&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate my 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Visit my old school&lt;br /&gt;Go to my pal’s Award Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Possibly do the 2nd year of the learning for work course&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate my wee cousin’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate my wee brother’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;Go on holiday to Haven at Haggerstone Castle&lt;br /&gt;Get my braces removed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-9122214816528162835?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9122214816528162835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/9122214816528162835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-plans-for-2010.html' title='My plans for 2010'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-8711340854507840436</id><published>2010-01-15T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:50:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Ardlui</title><content type='html'>My trip to Aurdlui started when my uncle went round to my house to see if I was there, but I was at summer camp, so mum phoned to tell them that my uncle would be collecting me instead of her. So I was surprised to see him rather than mum. Then I said ok. So I put my shoes and jacket on then we went outside. I opened the van door, put my foot on the step, then I pulled myself up. I sat on the seat, then my uncle shut the door. I put my seat belt on, then my uncle went round and opened his door and climbed up onto his own seat then he put his own seatbelt on, then he shut the door. He started the engine, then we set off. It took ages to get there. We had lots to eat. I liked the nice countryside view. Then we eventually got there. I was talking to the other people whose car had broken down. Then we fixed the problem. Then we were able to drive back. It took about the same time. When we finally got home I went up to my room and played with my cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-8711340854507840436?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8711340854507840436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/8711340854507840436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-ardlui.html' title='Trip to Ardlui'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6816703224911397066</id><published>2010-01-15T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:48:35.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was right</title><content type='html'>I was 15 years old.  It was the September weekend.  It was a cloudy day.  I wanted to prove to my mum that I was right and that she was wrong.  I was travelling with my mum and my wee brother.  I was travelling to Southern General Hospital. (Accident and Emergency). I was going there because the night before I had gone to gymnastics and I ran into my pal’s foot and broke my toe, but my mum didn’t think it was broken.  I didn’t really think of anything, but because my mum thought I hadn’t broken it, I was kind of nervous in case she was right, even though I knew I was the one who was right.  The journey took about 5 minutes on the bus.  My toe was really painful, and it didn’t help that I had to walk on the side of my foot.  I went to sit down whilst my mum told the receptionist what had happened. I just sat for ages and it was getting really boring. I then got to see the doctor and have an x-ray and the best part of it was that I was correct. My toe was completely broken, and I got it bandaged up. The bad bit was having to wait to tell my pals what had happened. I felt ok going back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6816703224911397066?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6816703224911397066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6816703224911397066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-right.html' title='I was right'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-7816021923538245051</id><published>2010-01-15T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:43:39.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Induction day</title><content type='html'>My interesting journey was on my induction day in Cardonald College for the Learning for Work course. I was 17 years old and the day took place on Wednesday, a week before the schools stopped for the summer holidays and a week after the students stopped as well. The weather outside was quite nice but a bit cold. &lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the day, I felt really nervous and sick but there was something that cheered me up a bit.  My all time favourite musicians The Proclaimers were on GMTV performing their new single Love Can Move Mountains. That was also the week they released their new album. My mother took me and we went to get Stuart who is my mate and he was going to be on the Learning for Work course too. Me and my mum collected him and took him to Cardonald College. I was thinking about what the people would be like, and the lecturers as well, on the Learning for Work course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived in the college I still felt very nervous. I took a look at the other students in the room and we were divided into two classes, which are 1A and 1B. I am now in class 1B. The first task was that Ian Jenkins gave us individual questions about ourselves for e.g our favourite musician, food, hobbies and interests, tv programs e.t.c. Then we were told to go around the room and ask other students the questions, if they have the same answer then we put their name down. Oh my God! That was a really scary thing to do but I was glad it was over. As this was done Ian asked how many people we got to answer. One said he got a couple because he said he found it hard and when I heard that, I thought oh god I need to get out of there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other lecturers came in to see us and they explained about the subjects they teach. When the induction was all over Ian Jenkins asked us how we were getting home, I said I was getting the 56 bus with Stuart. I said to everyone have a great summer and we all left the college. I was so glad that was all over and done with, and after that I forgot all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-7816021923538245051?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7816021923538245051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/7816021923538245051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/induction-day.html' title='Induction day'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-4107921603245370758</id><published>2010-01-15T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:40:07.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My France trip</title><content type='html'>2009 my highs and lows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday 6th June 2009 at 10 o’clock most people were probably still sleeping or just waking up and chilling because it’s the weekend but me, I was up at 7 o’clock packing the rest of my clothes and getting ready to travel to Glasgow Airport, because for 4 days I was going to Paris in France with my school.  I got a lift off of my mum’s pal to the airport.  My mum and wee brother helped me to carry my suitcase and we bumped into Mr Lawrie, who was one of the teachers who was coming with us. He took us to where the rest of us were waiting and we had to wait for everyone to come. When I went around the corner my four pals were waiting and they were all excited to see me and also excited to go.  My other teacher Miss Dunlop was also there, shattered but happy to see us all.  My three pals got up at 5.30 am and got a taxi to the airport but it went to Linwood which is near Paisley, then Govan and then Pollock and then travelled to the airport ,and they got there at 7 o’clock, waiting for the teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;We then heard the tannoy for the flight and we had to show our passports and got our tickets. We then went on the plane, and by that time my pals and me were really scared to go on the plane.  But we managed that, and the plane journey was ok going there, but all I sat saying was I hope the suitcases all arrive safely, because I was worried in case they never arrived. When we got off the plane the first thing we noticed was police officers around the Charles de Gaulle Airport. They were carrying guns and they were the ones that checked our passports.  We had to wait for a minibus to take us to our hotel. There was one French guy who was talking French and obviously we were talking English. The teachers were trying to talk French but there was a translation problem. &lt;br /&gt;Mr Lawrie went to find out where our minibus was and then it arrived, so me and one of my pals went to get him. When we were on the minibus my two best pals fell asleep and we ended up taking a detour of Paris trying to get to the hotel we were staying at - Hotel Ambassadeur. I thought it had a tree outside it, but I was wrong and because I kept saying about the tree, two boys kept calling me a tree hugger.  &lt;br /&gt;We got into the hotel and the teachers gave us our keys to our rooms. There were six rooms but four rooms for the pupils. I shared a room with Kerry and Ashley. Dean shared a room with Matthew and Andrew. Maarya shared a room with Lauren. Big Kevin, wee Kevin and Michael shared a room. After unpacking, the teachers took us down to the market and Dean and Kerry bought two big packs of coca cola and then we went for something to eat in the local restaurant.  We then got to go on the metro which is the underground train.  And we went to the Sacre Cour. We met up with Miss Dunlop’s sister and she showed us around. They got us to walk to the Moulin Rouge ( the red windmill) which was fun, because me and my pals chased each other around the wee street, and you’ll never guess what we saw, which you wouldn’t think you would get France… It was a CELTIC FOOTBALL CLUB PUB!!! Can you believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;We then went back on the metro and went back to the hotel and everyone came in my room, and we talked and talked and then everyone got chased out by our teachers, who told us to go to sleep because we had an extremely busy day the next day.  But Miss Dunlop came to my door and asked if she could use my toothpaste because she forgot to bring her’s.  Maarya and Dean’s room faced on to each other and they had a wee balcony. All we heard was Dean shouting BONJOUR FRANCE, it was so hysterical…….&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Sunday. I woke up at 5 0’clock and then I woke up the two girls in my room, and I got hit with a pillow, which was hysterical.  I then went to wake my teacher up to get my toothpaste. We then got sent down to breakfast, which is a weird consistency because what French eat is Madeira cake, croissants, and cereal, which is similar to coco pops, or frosties. I ate two bits of Madeira cake and one croissant. We then went down for the coach and the coach driver took us down to Disneyland Paris, which was great in the sense that they had really good rides.  We went to the simulator and we all had to put on our seat belts because it was taken out of Star Wars and we were flying in space.  We then went to see the show Honey I Shrunk The Audience which is like the film Honey I Shrunk The Kids.  It was brilliant. We had to listen to it in English on headphones.  But me and my two pals freaked because we got water soaked on to us, and then it felt like snakes slithering up our legs. It was hysterical, we kept screaming and my teacher was laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;We then separated from the teachers and the eleven of us went on Space Mountain. The ride went under the ground and it felt like we were in space again. I just shut my eyes and we all screamed.  We then separated, because we all had an argument about what we wanted to go on.  Me, Dean, Kerry and Maarya stayed in a group and went to find the Indiana Jones ride, but I got them lost big time, and Maarya started shouting and screaming, and then we went to ask people that were dressed as Indiana Jones, and they just took the mick out of us, we then finally found it.  And the ride was ok.  We were supposed to meet our teachers underneath the castle and we got lost trying to find the castle. I asked a French tourist where the castle was but he couldn’t understand what I was saying, because the French word for castle was chateau. We then found it and we found our music teacher. She took us for lunch and when our deputy head teacher came for his lunch he was fuming at us for being late.  We looked inside the castle and then went back on Space Mountain and then we went to go shopping.  I bought a Winnie The Pooh teddy bear for myself. I bought my wee brother an Indiana Jones t-shirt and a Mickey Mouse cup and I bought my mum a Tinker Bell mug and bowl.  Then it started raining and we went under a shed thing waiting for everyone. We then bolted under another shed. By that time we were soaking and our music teacher started singing Its Raining Men.  It was really funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;We then  got on the coach and we sat up the back of the bus.  We got really bored because one of the roads was cut off so we had to take the long way.  We ended up going straight to the restaurant,t and then we went back to hotel and we never really did much that night. &lt;br /&gt;Next day was Monday and it was really wet.  We went to the Eiffel Tower. There was a really big queue and me and my pals were taking pictures of us doing some really stupid poses. We got on the Eiffel Tower but we could hardly see the view because it was raining. We got to buy some stuff. I bought three Eiffel Tower key rings. One was pink, one was blue, and one was silver. I then bought a big Eiffel Tower which had sweeties in it (and I haven’t touched it since) and a key ring with the Sacre Couer, Eiffel Tower and Arc De France.  We then went for our lunch in McDonalds.  We then went into Virgin Media and I swear I haven’t seen a shop like it. You could probably fit Cardonald College into it, it is so big.  We then went for our boat trip on the river Seine. Whilst we were travelling there, we saw the memorial for Princess Diana. It’s like an eternal flame in gold. Whilst on the boat we saw Notre Dame, Museum Orsi (which is the old train station), and Napoleon’s Bridge, and we went underneath it. We were so excited. We wanted to see the Statue of Liberty and we were about to see it, but the boat turned around so all we saw was the hand.  So we were fuming!!!  We went on the Metro and I ended up falling off the seat because my pal pushed me off the seat a few times, and it was crowded. We then went for something to eat again, and we went into a wee local shop and got our teachers a thank you gift and cards. We got the male teacher a paperweight with the Eiffel Tower in blue, the same for the female teacher, but in red.  We started to pack but I kept getting stressed out because I couldn’t fit it all in my suitcase, so I got one of the teachers to help me pack it.  Maarya and Lauren ended up swapping rooms with Ashley in my room, so on the last night in my room there was me and Kerry and Lauren, and in the other room there was Maarya and Ashley.  The reason there was a swap was because Lauren bit herself and blamed it on Maarya.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Tuesday and we went for a wee walk before the coach came to pick us for the airport.  When we were at the airport I phoned home and spoke to my wee brother and then phoned home again and spoke to my mum, and she asked me if I enjoyed it, and I said I hated it because the weather was terrible. My teacher told me to stop whinging whilst I was on the phone.  We ended up waiting for ages for the plane, because there was a delay because of the weather. Then we eventually got on the plane. We were in uk airspace, but the plane jerked in the air because of the wind turbulence, and I freaked out big time. My teacher’s face was a picture, it was nearly the same colour as his hair. Ha ha ha!!!  Once I calmed down, I got some beautiful pictures of Glasgow before we landed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-4107921603245370758?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4107921603245370758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/4107921603245370758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-france-trip.html' title='My France trip'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3201767071720309159</id><published>2010-01-15T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:22:39.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day at school</title><content type='html'>On my last day at school which was on Friday 26th June 2009 I never went to any classes. I sat in the post 16 room crying because I didn’t want to leave school.  I sat phoning my best pal to see if he was coming in to school.  I couldn’t get a hold of him and then he came in at 11 o’clock. Whilst waiting to see if he would come in I went around teachers and got them to fill in my book, or sign my shirt if they hadn’t already done it.  I went to teachers’ classes and then gave up. When my pal came in me and him went around the teachers to get his t-shirt signed and also got his book signed. Me and him went around the school and both said that we didn’t want to leave the school. We went into the business studies teacher’s room and he came and both shook our hands and said “ Good luck” and to come back and visit.  I got upset and went out the class and cried I went to the music room, and  the english room, and got the teachers’ e- mail addresses but I haven’t e-mailed them yet as I keep forgetting, but I’m going to do it.  We then got out at 12 o’clock and I got out first. My deputy head teacher said “ bye Lori” and then he sat laughing because  I never answered him but I said a sort of a quiet “bye”.  But I also enjoyed my day because it was good, because the weather was lovely and we got to sit outside and me and my girl pals were getting annoyed because the boys were annoying us.  We never got to say a proper goodbye to my maths teacher because he took the week off because his wife was expecting, and then we all found out he could have stayed in school the whole week because the baby never arrived until 3 weeks into the summer holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3201767071720309159?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3201767071720309159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3201767071720309159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-last-day-at-school.html' title='My last day at school'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-5481169068258119036</id><published>2010-01-15T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:15:23.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma</title><content type='html'>It was early afternoon and I was in the living room with my parents and younger sister, I was just sitting on the couch watching TV. I though it was just going to be an ordinary day. I knew that I had asthma. I hadn’t taken an asthma attack since I was a little girl. I was 17 years old when this happened. That day the weather was changing, I don’t know what triggered it. My mum and dad as usual smoked in the living room. Normally it didn’t bother me, it just suddenly happened. I found it hard to breath. I was making a funny noise because I was trying my hardest to breath. It was sore on my neck because of the pressure. I was really panicking and I kept saying that I was going to die. It doesn’t help to panic, you have to try and keep calm.  This didn’t help my younger sister because she began to panic and said to my mum “Is Michelle going to die?”. She was nearly in tears. My mum phoned the ambulance and then she phoned my gran. My gran rushed up to see me and that didn’t really help me much because I wanted to talk to my gran. My mum also phoned my bigger sister to tell her. My big sister said to my mum that I’ll be alright but to let her know what happens. My dad ended up going out of the room because he didn’t like to see me like that. The ambulance people came up and into my house. I remember them telling me to try and calm down. They gave me a mask to put over my mouth and told me to take deep breaths. I still hadn’t calmed down and I was rushing my breaths. I don’t know how long this went on for, but I did finally manage to calm down and slowly get my breathing back to normal. Afterwards I felt rather tired from all the extra breathing that I had to try and do. The ambulance people told me that I should relax and lie down for awhile. The ambulance soon went away and I decided that I was going to lie down and watch some TV. My mum told everyone to be quiet and let me rest. I soon fell asleep and I slept to the next morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-5481169068258119036?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5481169068258119036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/5481169068258119036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/asthma.html' title='Asthma'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-2239236841068655644</id><published>2010-01-08T02:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:32:53.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 plans</title><content type='html'>I am planning to send away forms for my provisional driving licence, and take some driving lessons and maybe start driving a car. On April it will be my eighteenth birthday. I might try and take some guitar lessons from a professional guitar tutor so I can play it easily. My family and I are going to California in the U.S.A during the summer time. The weather will be very warm and I am quite excited about it. After the summer holidays I will come back to college for 2nd year of the Learning for Work course and doing my work experience on a Wednesday each week in 2nd year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-2239236841068655644?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2239236841068655644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/2239236841068655644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-plans.html' title='2010 plans'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-3690852742011880303</id><published>2010-01-08T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:28:43.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armed forces fighting a never ending war</title><content type='html'>Once again Christmas is fast approaching us as we rip open our Christmas presents   and  moan that the jumper you got Christmas for is too small  or too red or too big.  Spare a thought for all the armed forces fighting a never ending war in Afghanistan, who are so busy fighting the Talban.  Who every year have to spend Christmas away from their family and friends, missing the look on their children’s faces when they open up their presents,  and also not knowing if they will live to see their children growing up. Remember that when you open your Christmas presents. Because I will be thinking of the armed forces fighting a never ending war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-3690852742011880303?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3690852742011880303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/3690852742011880303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/armed-forces-fighting-never-ending-war.html' title='Armed forces fighting a never ending war'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263647486270422633.post-6522304740455008990</id><published>2010-01-08T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:21:54.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas movies</title><content type='html'>Santa Buddies DVD&lt;br /&gt;Four Christmas DVD&lt;br /&gt;Very Special Christmas DVD&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Carol (3D) Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Nativity Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus 3 Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Fred Claus Cinema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263647486270422633-6522304740455008990?l=readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6522304740455008990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263647486270422633/posts/default/6522304740455008990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readallaboutit0910.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-movies.html' title='Christmas movies'/><author><name>Readallaboutitnow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
