<?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-13704506</id><updated>2011-11-10T16:23:18.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Live, You Learn!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-5159684040663649495</id><published>2007-07-26T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:58:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mish Mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rqh9tu8uK5I/AAAAAAAAABM/skwdxNLq-H4/s1600-h/fairtrade-gabdftwp-pms-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091457603392646034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rqh9tu8uK5I/AAAAAAAAABM/skwdxNLq-H4/s320/fairtrade-gabdftwp-pms-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im only eating fairtrade chocolate. Its well hard coz I love boost but I hate eating flesh which is what a boy said eating cadburys chocolate was like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway its hard. Do you know whats harder? do you? Not eating Nestle coz they make everything, even my fave cereal (Breakfast Boulders/Golden Nuggets). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, its fairtrade all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day me and Sam discoverd a great fairtrade chocy bar, its called Rico and tastes like kinder suprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good to be back in Edinburgh, feel like I have been away so much recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a 24-7 prayer week hapnin in Granton Sally. Startin Friday 3rd August at 7pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;check the Granton blog for more info&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://grantonyouthteam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grantonyouthteam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is so mish mash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch Yer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-5159684040663649495?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/5159684040663649495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=5159684040663649495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5159684040663649495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5159684040663649495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/07/mish-mash.html' title='Mish Mash'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rqh9tu8uK5I/AAAAAAAAABM/skwdxNLq-H4/s72-c/fairtrade-gabdftwp-pms-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-5181278645635169631</id><published>2007-06-23T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:20:50.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby</title><content type='html'>I am officially a cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;this week I have cried twice at Eastenders&lt;br /&gt;and once at drop dead fred, 10 things I hate about you (even though i have seen it a million times before) and family fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on. my tear ducts are on overload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-5181278645635169631?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/5181278645635169631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=5181278645635169631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5181278645635169631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5181278645635169631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/06/cry-baby.html' title='Cry Baby'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-5665788696329858359</id><published>2007-04-20T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:50:37.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Blades of Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rii2_9blPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w2rXpwWzAhk/s1600-h/070328_bladesglory_hmed_1p_h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055491791661645618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rii2_9blPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w2rXpwWzAhk/s320/070328_bladesglory_hmed_1p_h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a film. What a laugh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-5665788696329858359?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/5665788696329858359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=5665788696329858359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5665788696329858359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/5665788696329858359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/04/glorious-blades-of-glory.html' title='Glorious Blades of Glory'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/Rii2_9blPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w2rXpwWzAhk/s72-c/070328_bladesglory_hmed_1p_h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-8961779246171306639</id><published>2007-04-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:36:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tunes</title><content type='html'>Tom showed me this fab website. Its &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;www.pandora.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fab, you get to make your own music station. You tell&lt;br /&gt;it some music you like and then it finds similar music by&lt;br /&gt;different artists that you may not have discovered yet, then you&lt;br /&gt;tell it if you like the song or not. It great I have three stations now&lt;br /&gt;Try it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-8961779246171306639?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/8961779246171306639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=8961779246171306639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/8961779246171306639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/8961779246171306639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-tunes.html' title='New Tunes'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-4609435094141931664</id><published>2007-04-19T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:27:51.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been very long but very good. I had to be at work for 8am for a delivery which never showed up.  I was ok about it though coz after my three week skive a long day kinda made up for it. I got tons done, Didnt really stop, After school club was crazy but to be honest I didnt really help to stop the crazyness. I had another one of those Hannah not really thinking moments. It all went wrong when I handed 4 girls a bunch of waterballons and sent them off to the bathroom. Good job Ali was away thats all I can see. Tom was the sensible one.&lt;br /&gt;Popett came to the club which is always brilliant but I think he was a bit freaked out then Sam played Katamari again. I seem to have lost her to it but I have been lost in my gameboy for the last month so Im not complaining. However what stresses me off the most is that she is really good at it, better than me, I cant cope, im not going to tell her though.&lt;br /&gt;Then Emily had this celebration thing to mark the end of her cookin class, it was so brilliant loads of people came form lots of different ethnic groups. I loved the way they just got on and made the sally theri own for the night. The children were so chiled and easy to hang out wiv. All the adults were really smilley and the food was so amazing. It smelt like curry but it wasent all curry, I totaly loved the whole experience. You may even say i wz cheesin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Old people were fun tonight, I helped wiv computer club, it was hard to be patient with them. They couldnt quite get used to the double click on the mouse. It was quite good though, I feel that something really good happened at the Sally today. Actually something good all week. Our house group was amazing, teens asking God questions and putting us on the spot. I love it. THANX GOD MUCHOS LOVE XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-4609435094141931664?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/4609435094141931664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=4609435094141931664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/4609435094141931664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/4609435094141931664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-day.html' title='A Big Day'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-758566735581183041</id><published>2007-04-16T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:57:03.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer BBQ</title><content type='html'>We just experienced our first summer beach BBQ. Maybe we were a little premature. As it was kinda sunny today we dashed to sainsburys to buy our BBQ kit and loadsa food. Then we set off for cramond. Apon arriving we discovered that it was less hot than we thought and kinda windy. This made it quite hard to light the bbq, we got it alight in the end and chucked on the food. Next was a waiting game. My food was cooked quickly coz its quorn but the others had a long wait for their slabs of meat. I soon felt that the motivation for this trip was mainly on me and the others were less excited about our adventure. After about 15 mins of waiting and discovering the sausages were definately not safe to eat we decided to purspone our summer bbq until the summer and cook the food in the flat.&lt;br /&gt;A great time was had by all. Wish you were there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to tell you about my holiday, It was good, we went up to inverness, there was a boat which got me very excited we went out twice and once I almost got eaten by flesh ripping trout. Great holiday, Fave part was visiting these amazing waterfalls called Roggie Falls. See Kevins blog for our awesome video diary, which mainly features Kevin and Sam coz I was shy. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-758566735581183041?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/758566735581183041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=758566735581183041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/758566735581183041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/758566735581183041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-bbq.html' title='Summer BBQ'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-9209162668164520366</id><published>2007-04-02T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:15:23.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide attempt</title><content type='html'>I almost ran someone over at the weekend. I was almost home and this girl was standing on the side of the road by a parked car. I knew she was there and presumed she was waitng till I had gone past to cross the road. I was wrong. She was actualy waiting for me to get close enough so I could run her over without having enough time to stop. She steped out onto the road right infornt of the car and I only just managed to stop in time. It was scary esp coz she stood at the front of my car for a few seconds staring at me. I was mad freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sunny today, I like it. Cant wait until it gets hot and I can jump in the sea. Im not in the mood for work today. Am trying to win these cute as Vans rainers on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im going to take snowboarding lessons if anyone wants to join me. Im gona go two Saturdays in May. It costs 11.90 per lesson then you pay a bit extra to get practise sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-9209162668164520366?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/9209162668164520366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=9209162668164520366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/9209162668164520366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/9209162668164520366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/04/suicide-attempt.html' title='Suicide attempt'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-2506637617385998757</id><published>2007-03-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:16:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The is more than one kind of waffle</title><content type='html'>The best film I have seen this year is The Illusionist. I totaly loved it. Please see it and tell me what you think. The twist at the end is fab. You kinda know its gona hav a twist but dont want to set your heart on it just in case you get disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;Dont go and see it with someone who only likes Disney Films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate a waffle for the first time, not the potatoe kind. I ate it and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt what the word vidual means. but I cant remember what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the other day in the bible about Judas betraying Jesus and It says that the Devil entered Judas. I alsways thought he just valued money way too much. But it sounds heavyer than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-2506637617385998757?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/2506637617385998757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=2506637617385998757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/2506637617385998757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/2506637617385998757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-more-than-one-kind-of-waffle.html' title='The is more than one kind of waffle'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-3241026708202120352</id><published>2007-02-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T09:58:57.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/ReB8R48hicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qz_esni0w7s/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035161030186076610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/ReB8R48hicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qz_esni0w7s/s320/me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes Im happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes Im sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I may be confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;or totaly understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can be jumpy and resemble a monkey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but I can also be snappy and get a bit flappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my moods are swingy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;maybe I should explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that if I seem extreem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Im still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but Im not Insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-3241026708202120352?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/3241026708202120352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=3241026708202120352' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/3241026708202120352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/3241026708202120352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/02/hannah.html' title='Hannah'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sie0AT5chgg/ReB8R48hicI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qz_esni0w7s/s72-c/me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116946338738203280</id><published>2007-01-22T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:56:27.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An orange will float on water, but sink if you peel it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116946338738203280?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116946338738203280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116946338738203280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116946338738203280'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116932885008977944?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116932885008977944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116932885008977944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116932885008977944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116932885008977944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2007/01/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116457460849005761</id><published>2006-11-26T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:56:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly Madness</title><content type='html'>Last night we played monopoly for three hours. Kat stole my money while I wasnt watching. She confessed today. I am mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny. Kat and Gillian are the worst and funnyest monopoly players ever, They tryed to do the most ridiculous deals ever. Anneleen was cute she didnt really know how to play and we kinda forgot to tell her rules that would have helped her everytime she went to jail (she went there quite a lot)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin won, but I think he cheated too. Its a bit sus when the banker wins aye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppet seemed a bit bermussed by the whole night and Sam mixed texting and checking myspace with spinning and being licked to death by poppet.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of death I dreamt that Kathryn strangled my little nephew Ethan. I woke up really upset and scared. ahhhh hope I have sweet dreams tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116457460849005761?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116457460849005761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116457460849005761' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116457460849005761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116457460849005761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/11/monopoly-madness.html' title='Monopoly Madness'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116457402308931307</id><published>2006-11-26T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:57:44.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I know?</title><content type='html'>Singleness is a state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116457402308931307?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116457402308931307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116457402308931307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116457402308931307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116457402308931307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-what-i-know.html' title='Guess what I know?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116428098575861247</id><published>2006-11-23T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:29:13.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not emo coz I say its not. ok!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1239462019"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1239462019&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a truly amazing ROCK video!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116428098575861247?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116428098575861247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116428098575861247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116428098575861247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116428098575861247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-not-emo-coz-i-say-its-not-ok.html' title='This is not emo coz I say its not. ok!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116422979924282244</id><published>2006-11-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:58:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/poppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/poppet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P al forever&lt;br /&gt;O range bits with brown too&lt;br /&gt;P layful if u let him lick you (i dont)&lt;br /&gt;P erky even at 7am&lt;br /&gt;E nergetic and jumpey&lt;br /&gt;T akes your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/poppet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/poppet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116422979924282244?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116422979924282244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116422979924282244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116422979924282244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116422979924282244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/11/puppy.html' title='The Puppy'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116299146852586270</id><published>2006-11-08T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:12:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please can I have socks for Christmas so I dont have to keep wearing odd ones, holey ones and stealing Sams ones.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116299146852586270?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116299146852586270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116299146852586270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116299146852586270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116299146852586270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/11/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116229329843420635</id><published>2006-10-31T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:14:58.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/CD%20Cover%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/CD%20Cover%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/CD%20Cover%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/CD%20Cover%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Look, Im in a band. Not really but how cool are these pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Iwas in a band I think I would play the guitar. I have one in my house that I practice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once every month for about 30 seconds. One day I will be good, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could sing to my grand kids great big god or somethin. Hey Do you think that the boppy kids worship songs that we pump and think are cool will be slagged in years to come like I slag the ones that I use to sing. They were so bad though ahhhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This one is insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil is a sly old fox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had my way Id put him in a box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut the lid and turn the key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for all the tricks he played on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im glad ive found salvation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(clap clap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im glad I found salvation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (what does salvation mean when your 3?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im glad Ive found slavation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im trusting every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;followed by the Jesus clap. oh how I miss it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow I kinda slag in a good way. My childhood would just not be the same without those dodgy songs.Hope our kids will slag the songs there singing now in a nostalgic way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116229329843420635?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116229329843420635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116229329843420635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116229329843420635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116229329843420635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-tunes.html' title='Top tunes'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-116048266546830119</id><published>2006-10-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:17:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EBAY EBAY EBAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hurray for ebay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I made 30 squid from selling complete crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blip Blip!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me your junk people and let me sell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-116048266546830119?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/116048266546830119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=116048266546830119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116048266546830119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/116048266546830119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/10/ebay-ebay-ebay.html' title='EBAY EBAY EBAY'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-115702659345925011</id><published>2006-08-31T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:16:33.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best of's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The best films&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoolander, Napolian Dynamite and Nacho libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best Gig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imogen Heap (only gig for a while, but still fab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheese, pickle, tomatoe and crisp baguette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song form garden state by Zero 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The funneyest thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came back from greenbelt with shoes that smell like kippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im a vegetarian but this pic is hillarious and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/hot%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="81" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/hot%20dog.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-115702659345925011?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/115702659345925011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=115702659345925011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115702659345925011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115702659345925011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-best-ofs.html' title='My best of&apos;s'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-115467604156440843</id><published>2006-08-04T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:20:41.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swirly Patterns</title><content type='html'>24-7 prayer week is fab.&lt;br /&gt;wohooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-115467604156440843?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/115467604156440843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=115467604156440843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115467604156440843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115467604156440843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/08/swirly-patterns.html' title='Swirly Patterns'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-115408836884991099</id><published>2006-07-28T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:06:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Brush</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday I watched this film called the notebook which is soooooo sad. I full on cried. Ever since I feel like i have had an emotional week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people came into the sally on Monday, it was clear they were drug users, they seemed confused and disressed, think they were trying to sort out some housing stuff on the phone but clearly didnt understand what the person on the end of the phone was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this short film about a single mum with loads of kids living in some rough conditions. It was all about lonliness and neglect, couldnt get it out of my head. finaly got to sleep but was still thinking about it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im at the local recycling point and there is this guy in a car crying, i go over to see if he is ok and he tells me his wife died quite recently. He is quite an old guy and he must have loved her so much. He shows me tons of pics he has of her in his wallet, his car is filled wityh junk food wrappers. She used to do all the cooking, he tells me how lonely he is. He wakes up crying for her. I listened to his story for ages. He gave me a melted crunchie and asked me to go visit him next week. He showed me all his varacous veins and the places he has had blood taken, his arms are totaly brused.&lt;br /&gt;Please paray for him, his name is Jacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the death penalty makes me mad. I hate it. that people have died in so much agaony and people actualy enjoyed watching that. Crikey horror stories must have meant nothing to them. Im so glad Iwasent aroung coz it would have peeeeeed me off so much. I HATE hate! Grrrrrrr bla bla dont know why this makes me angry coz I know its happened and over, but imagine getting your head chopped off for not being able to have kids um duuuuhhhhh grrrrrr. So Edinburgh has this stupid pub called the last drop, outside of which is where loads of people got hung. Um ok, Yeah whatever guys! great name for a pub, um no thanks. I dont want to drink a stupid galss of diet coke in your stupid pub and remember all the people who were in there feeling feer terror panic before they were getting killed, dont really think there is a word described for how you would feel if you knew you were gona be hung in 10 mins. Ok im stressed now, typing at super speed. It just anoys me so much, are people stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I thought I could save the world, so I cant do anything about the last one but how am I supposed to  fix the other stuff. The world feels so big, no wonder people live in bubbles coz they dont want to see the crap, who wants to see crap? esp when you cant clean up the crap. Its like looking down the worlds biggest toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God turn me into a giant toilet brush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-115408836884991099?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/115408836884991099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=115408836884991099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115408836884991099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115408836884991099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/07/toilet-brush.html' title='Toilet Brush'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-115209500187794950</id><published>2006-07-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:23:21.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be me?</title><content type='html'>Could it be that Im the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's never listening to the God&lt;br /&gt;Who's ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;Never sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Ever seeking me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that my disobiedience&lt;br /&gt;Is the dam that holds the water back&lt;br /&gt;For which I am so thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronnie Freeman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-115209500187794950?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/115209500187794950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=115209500187794950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115209500187794950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115209500187794950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/07/could-it-be-me.html' title='Could it be me?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-115196649166448132</id><published>2006-07-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:41:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have turned into a total&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now spending hours staring at the tv and am even mesmorized by the Sheila's Wheels advert and hav been singing round the house tons today (badly!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So whats going on Im addicted to lost, big bro and have even been watching tons of ancient catchphrase shows, hence the above pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have fallen in love once more with my old friend Mr Hagen who comes to me in Dulce Leche form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pile the pounds! Grrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-115196649166448132?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/115196649166448132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=115196649166448132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115196649166448132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/115196649166448132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-turned-into-total-say-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114846123179104439</id><published>2006-05-24T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:00:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah what are you doing with your life?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a fence&lt;br /&gt;Made a chocolate layer cake&lt;br /&gt;Started making a punky bag&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Gave an illegal driving lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to  see the Davinci Code&lt;br /&gt;Deciding what to wear to a fancy dress party on Friday&lt;br /&gt;Ideas welcome&lt;br /&gt;thinking of being an ice cream or some candy floss (have the hair to make it work)&lt;br /&gt;Running a kids club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114846123179104439?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114846123179104439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114846123179104439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114846123179104439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114846123179104439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hannah-what-are-you-doing-with-your.html' title='Hannah what are you doing with your life?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114563734793759558</id><published>2006-04-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:35:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POPPY RIP 1992 - 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/IMG_3037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/IMG_3037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would like to take a few moments to honor the fabulous Poppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poppy by name and nature, to me you are a breath of fresh air as we journey through the countryside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;together we have had many joys and many sorrows, we have broken many a national spreed limit but have saved many hedgehoggs on a busy road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have been smashed dented and have carried many heavy loads. Im sorry to let you go and be squashed to death by a big ugly machine (for a lousy£25 quid) but life does go on and a new balck renault clio awaits. Dont be sad poppy, I will always love you and will never forget how special you are.  Im sorry for always running the petrol into red, im sorry for filling your insides with mcdonalds rubbish, ribena bottles and candy wrappers. Thankyou for lasting such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To end I quote a much loved song by the spice girls entitled 'Goodbye my friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodbye my friend (I know you're gone, you said you're gone,but I can still feel you here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's not the end (gotta keep it strong before the painturns into fear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So glad we made it, time will never change itNo no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know it's time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyone who has ever had the pleasure of riding in Poppy, please leave a comment in memory of the car which has brought so much happiness to our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114563734793759558?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114563734793759558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114563734793759558' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114563734793759558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114563734793759558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/04/poppy-rip-1992-2006.html' title='POPPY RIP 1992 - 2006'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114563571997441557</id><published>2006-04-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:08:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shortest update ever</title><content type='html'>Good stuff&lt;br /&gt;I have pink Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Poppy(my beautiful Red Nissan Micra) is dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114563571997441557?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114563571997441557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114563571997441557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114563571997441557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114563571997441557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/04/shortest-update-ever.html' title='The shortest update ever'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114356200510332728</id><published>2006-03-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:06:45.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manikin or Anakin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/sociology2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/sociology2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed that shop manikins are becoming more and more realistic?&lt;br /&gt;Went into H&amp;amp;M the other day thinking it was quite busy but then realised none of the people&lt;br /&gt;were moving!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114356200510332728?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114356200510332728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114356200510332728' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114356200510332728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114356200510332728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/03/manikin-or-anakin.html' title='Manikin or Anakin'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114172836783419215</id><published>2006-03-07T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:46:43.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly string, for your home decoration needs!</title><content type='html'>Silly string is the best!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want us to come and decorate their front room with it?&lt;br /&gt;It sticks to the walls well and leaves a great spiders web kinda effect.&lt;br /&gt;Colour options are pink, purple, blue of green. (the green glows in the dark)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;First come first served&lt;br /&gt;Steady on Pals!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114172836783419215?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114172836783419215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114172836783419215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114172836783419215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114172836783419215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/03/silly-string-for-your-home-decoration.html' title='Silly string, for your home decoration needs!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114104009062010741</id><published>2006-02-27T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:45:42.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u2 sums it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I want to trip inside your head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend the day there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hear the things you haven’t said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And see what you might see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to hear you when you call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you feel anything at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to see your thoughts take shape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And walk right out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114104009062010741?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114104009062010741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114104009062010741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114104009062010741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114104009062010741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/02/u2-sums-it-up.html' title='u2 sums it up'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-114089626084246240</id><published>2006-02-25T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:37:40.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr stranger</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday and the nice feeling of sleeping in and not being awoken by the Beatles and "Here comes the Sun" soon passes. Im in my flat, its purple, no-one is around. It all suddenly feels very strange, the maddness, the noise and constant milling around is gone. The being surroundeed by friends, kids and others all comes to a hugegantic halt. Here I am in my Jammys, in my flat, (its purple) no noise no company, no pressing tasks, niente!&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is a stranger to me, Mr Stranger I dont wish to be associated with you, I dont like you! I cry when your there, `I hate you. I feel like you visit me as a punishment. I stand in the shower trying to expand the drops of water to cascade over the whole of my body. Water is not good at embracing you. Im wrapping my arms tightly round my body, what have I done to deserve such a visitor? The arrogant part of me bears its head as thoughts bleed into my thinking. I think of all I do and all I have given up. Some salty tears and slimmy snot later I find myself sitting in Starbucks surrounded by a mixed community of people, some on there own, some with kids. Im sitting opposite a christian chick (we are gona meet there again nxt wk) we didnt really say much to each other. Im reading a chapter of a book all about solitude and silence and the benfits of it and writting this. &lt;br /&gt;I then realise that Mr Stranger visits me as a gift, only its the kida gift you dont know what to do with. Its one of those gifts that is given with your best interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for the gift.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-114089626084246240?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/114089626084246240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=114089626084246240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114089626084246240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/114089626084246240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-stranger.html' title='mr stranger'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113700233986613425</id><published>2006-01-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:58:59.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>So I was just thinking,&lt;br /&gt;you dont get much blue food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113700233986613425?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113700233986613425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113700233986613425' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113700233986613425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113700233986613425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/01/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113622899612031667</id><published>2006-01-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:33:40.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and what do we get? Bananas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/cemtre%20parks%20031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/cemtre%20parks%20031.0.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im back from deep in elveden forest now. Spent new year at centre parks, had a top time. Feel very fit went on three bike rides a day, did tons of swinmming and played badmington.&lt;br /&gt;Had loadsa time to explore the forest and found much weird stuff. Thanx Dave for calling me a care bear :) I had &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/cemtre%20parks%20047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="44" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/cemtre%20parks%20047.0.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunshine bear when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Garryls new girlfriend very well on holiday, and it we are soooooo similar its scary. Even our stuff is the same. Last night was so funny, we had a banana fighht which I most definately won, bananas are a great food to fight with. I felt sorry for Gaz coz me and Lou totaly ganged up on him but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also me and the kids put on a show for all the adults where they dressed up as all the kids from Charlie and the Chocolate factory and I was the news reporter, it was hilarious unfortunately it was all captured on three video cameras. My niece and nephews are so the coolest btw, they are all so unique and quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to have a whole new year in front of me, God spoke to me about being a new person&lt;br /&gt;this verse is the one that jumped out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, thow off your old evil nature and former way of life for it is full of lust and decption, instead there must be a spiritual reNEWal of yout thoughts and attitudes, you must display your NEW nature for you are a NEW person created in GODS LIKENESS, RIGHTOUS, HOLY AND TRUE. WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ephesians 4:22-24 (I added the wohooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my possy btw, my family rock! I know they are quite weird but who isnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/PIC_0037(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/PIC_0037%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;check my Dads refelctor jacket, cool huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113622899612031667?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113622899612031667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113622899612031667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113622899612031667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113622899612031667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-what-do-we-get-bananas.html' title='and what do we get? Bananas!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113499900655697141</id><published>2005-12-19T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T07:17:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bath of rotting corpses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a bath, I fell asleep and when I got out I was horrified to find panda skulls and rotting animal corpses in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing? Yes I think so. What is going on in my head?&lt;br /&gt;This was all a dream btw.&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113499900655697141?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113499900655697141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113499900655697141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113499900655697141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113499900655697141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/12/bath-of-rotting-corpses.html' title='A bath of rotting corpses'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113417028503534017</id><published>2005-12-09T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:18:05.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killer coffee</title><content type='html'>So my Dad got this MBE thingy and went to see the queen yesterday to recieve it. It was a good day and all, the whole family went to London and my Dad, Mum older sis and older bro went into the palcae with him to get it. We decided to go shoping in the biggest toy shop in the UK HAMLEYS (by far got the best deal i feel!) It was fun, I got ASTROJAX this uv game thing that is the most wanted toy in america, I am so ahead of everyone else!!!!however I must confess that my main reason for buying it was the very cute cute guy who was demostrating it. His name is Steve and he is sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after all this we kinda got tired and the family separated for a while to do stuff. We were told with strict instructions to be back at the museum at 4pm. I took this inastruction lightly and arrived back at 4:17pm. For any normal family this would be slightly aceptable but for mine it was DEATH. My Dad marched towards us full of anger, it wasent our fault we stamered defenslesly it was that damn cafe nero punk! No this did not save us, we should have left the coffee place even though we were waiting on 2 chai lattes (very nice btw, I recomend) that we paid for!!! We should have run from nero as fast as our legs could carry us back to the fold.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that small masacre Im fine, put the crimbo tree up 2nite and have written my letter to Santa. Heading back to the place up there 2moz where they use phrasedslike&lt;br /&gt;"get out of Lindas road"&lt;br /&gt;"Duneeee ken"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"gime a jam piece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how I miss it so&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113417028503534017?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113417028503534017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113417028503534017' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113417028503534017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113417028503534017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/12/killer-coffee.html' title='killer coffee'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113381359280828745</id><published>2005-12-05T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:13:12.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart? Um no!</title><content type='html'>Im not Sorry for not posting in ages, I am still alive. Do have excuses for not posting but cant be bothered to go into them. So heyaaaa. Life is ok at the mo. Going home this week cox my Dad is meeting the queen to get his MBE. So we are having a big family silver service dinner party and photo thingy. I am to wear smart and sensible clothes ahhhhhh. Went shopping to attempt to fulfill this requirement and got some fab stuff. Dont really thnk it falls into the sensible grown up catagory but never mind. At least I can venture into London safe in the knowledge that no-one walking down the street will look the same as me. It weird but I dont think I will everlook the way my parents want me to. Im not sure why I just cant bring myslef to wear grown up stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever think you will never look the way people want you too so dont bother trying?&lt;br /&gt;Ever think you dont quite meet the expectations of people you meet so talk yourself down?&lt;br /&gt;Ever think your not intellectual enough so dont bother talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well stop worrying about what people think of you and do what you want. (this is Hannahs fingers talking to Hannahs head btw.) Its my end of years resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Well am just about to eat more pizza, have eaten a lot of it recently, can I count the tomato saucy stuff as one of my vegetable intakes for the day? I figured than in my lifetime I will eat aproximately 3792 pizzas if I live to 80 years old collosal!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113381359280828745?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113381359280828745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113381359280828745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113381359280828745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113381359280828745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/12/smart-um-no.html' title='Smart? Um no!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113344573364328964</id><published>2005-12-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T07:01:43.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Han</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/1600/IMG_2970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1215/320/IMG_2970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Im still alive! Am recovering from the Granton 24-7 prayer week. It was a top week and God was definately busy, however im not sure if we realise how much he has done. Today is my first day off in about 3 weeks. It is good to do nothing. I feel very christmasy today, as I was awoken from my sleep by a screaming Sam informing me it was christmas. We opened or advent calenders today, I have a dairy milk one hurray. I was speaking to oe of the kids last night and was shocked to find out that she barely knew what an advent calendar was. WHAT! I had one before I was even one year old. So I decided to get her a dairy milk one aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I was pregnant, it was cool. I hope I have a baby one day. It must be so amazing being pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113344573364328964?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113344573364328964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113344573364328964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113344573364328964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113344573364328964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepy-han.html' title='Sleepy Han'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-113017994334165140</id><published>2005-10-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:52:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We win the random Sun night contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel like I need to somehow describe to you the very strange and random events of last night. So Meganne (australian one) phoned me  the other night to tell me that there was this live tv broadcast from edinburgh castle to the whole of australia on Sunday night. And asked if we could be there as shouty background people So we did! On Sunday night (it was very cold and wet) we trecked up to the castle and were met by some totaly crazy pushy australians who just wanted to say hi to their mum (I have a great accent for that) There was this security gaurd dude who we later found out was called Frank. He didnt let us go any further into the castle and was generaly anoyed by our presence. This made the Australians more determined as of course we played along too. Kat was even accused of being cheeky. hee hee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway we stood around in the cold for two hours laughing most of the time. Then this army guy came down and told us we could go in as long as we behaved. So we did and found ourselves in the great hall with some strange men in kilts an obviously gay tv presenter and some celidh (please give me a clap for spelling that word right :) dancers. The cameras strated rolling and we got in tv. I was in view of the camera however felt this was not good enough and I needed more exposure so I ran behing crazy aussies and started jumping and waving. It was all very quick but soon we were off air and meg phoned crying coz she saw us. It was all totaly worth it. We left in convey and thanked Mr Frank. (Will take him a bottle of whisky this week).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fab adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please pray for Meg. Her mum has two tummors in her head and Meg currently stayes 7 hours away from her by car and is looking at getting a new job to be closer to her mum. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-113017994334165140?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/113017994334165140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=113017994334165140' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113017994334165140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/113017994334165140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-win-random-sun-night-contest.html' title='We win the random Sun night contest'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112999177181180451</id><published>2005-10-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T07:36:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Online</title><content type='html'>Im back,&lt;br /&gt;Internet up and runing again, finaly&lt;br /&gt;So this is whats been happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Granton - Mental, have recently become relationship adviser to some of the girls. One of our boys will be a father on March 16th I have the duty of taking his gilfriend to the hospital when she goes into labour. The same boy was lifted by the police outside the salvy this week after kickinga girl, throwing chairs, smashing he ancient green granny table (wohooo) breaking our trigger happy video and refusing to leave the premises. Also his girlfrind who is smoking up to 10 cigaretes a day through the preganancy was rushed into hospital because she was in a fight with another girl. She was kicked in the stomache. The baby and mother are both ok now. Its scary to think of  both of them having parental responsibilitiesRest of the job is good. Was late for work on Monday, made up a hilarious excuse. (see sams blog)Ali didnt quite belive it but he wasnet mad. I would give our working realtionship 8 out of 10. As always still   room for improvement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me - Been Quite up and down, job is very draining and wondered the other day if I made the right choice. However Im not a quiter and will def give this my best shot until June. After that Im not sure. Its up to you God. Chance to go to China with Vicster next summer. Would love to experince there culture a bit. Need to save money, clear my credit card dept and loose weight. Prefereable about 2 stone so when I go home my family still recognise me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poker - Had a fun poker night last Sat those present (in aplhabetical order) were , Ali, Adam, Han, Rosie, Ross, Sam, Tom. It was a good night, although some were more serious about playing than others. I decorated a cake which was i fell the highlight of the evening. There was flirting and banter all round, total screem!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Films - Really enjoyed Kinky Boots as it is set in the fab town of Northampton, what a great place! Also went to see Wallace and Gromit last night which was suprisingly fun and very entertaining. Plan is to see Corpse Bride tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other - Have developed liking for cous cous, and am working on a corpse bride costume for a fancy dress party. If anyone has an old wedding dress that I can customise please let me know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRAYER STUFF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two teenagers preparation for becoming parents and the unborn child&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megs (australia) mumhas two tummors in her head&lt;/p&gt;Protection over the project and direction towards future stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112999177181180451?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112999177181180451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112999177181180451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112999177181180451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112999177181180451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-online.html' title='Back Online'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112716417066592899</id><published>2005-09-19T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:09:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Very excitied about my holiday. Am heading off in about 1 hour. Cant wait to get by the pool and chill. Im planning to read Run Baby Run, Screwtape Letters, The Cross and The Switchblade and  Red Moon Rising. Am strangely excited to see the freaky lifegaurd stalker guy and the exremely short Kareoki singer called Jonny G again. Most of all Im excited about spending time with my Best Friend Samantha-Jane Mary Elizabeth Gibb. (Sam ur the best)&lt;br /&gt;Bit sad about leaving Ali alone in Granton, I think he will really miss me although Im sure he wont miss me dragging him around the shops to buy crazy stuff (must buy chocolate fountain for the club on my return). I think we are both working really well together and work is fun. The hardest thing about my job is when a ton of teenagers come to the door and want to come in. I dont alwys know how to deal with them esp some of the boys. Ali is so wise when it comes to dealing with them. I love my job because it can involve absolutely anything. Apart from doing the set clubs I can fill my time doing what I want. I like doing one-to-one sessions with the girls, I think this is the key to true relationship building, am thinking of taking a course in councelling focussing on self-harm and bereavement. Im gona buzz off now coz im being very anti-social. Cu when I get back&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112716417066592899?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112716417066592899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112716417066592899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112716417066592899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112716417066592899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112549274947445682</id><published>2005-08-31T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:52:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the tip</title><content type='html'>Just went to the tip, ot was dirty and smelly and nasty and when I opened a bin to put stuff in a wasp came out.  ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Im back now and have had my very healthy lunch which was suprisingly yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Feel a bit anxious about the club 2nite just because last weeks was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Im quite tired at the mo, this working full time is pretty intense but I guess I will get used to it, at least my Dad will be so pleased im in 'the real world'.anyway better get back to work. I have 2moz off btw wohoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112549274947445682?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112549274947445682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112549274947445682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112549274947445682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112549274947445682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-tip.html' title='I hate the tip'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112515584855361227</id><published>2005-08-27T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:17:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of snooker. Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Went to play pool last night, lots of fun. Was supposed to be called 'World of snooker' but since there were only two tables I feel that we were not in the right place. However it was still lots of fun. Me and Sam played Ali and Pammy (does that rhyme?) Anyway, we lost! I actualy thought I was ok at pool, clearly not! anyway it was good to play with Sam rather than against her, we both get very competitative and recent games of trivial pursuit and blockbusters have resulted in a rival angst. Oh we should play trivial pursuit again soon (where is your team player now sam? ha ha) miaow!!&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point me and sam played as a team and encouragement was the word of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Ali is very good but also very modest and everytime we payed him a compliment he replyed with 'Ian is much better'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my competitive streak bubbling up inside and therefore will launch&lt;br /&gt;OPPERATION WIPE THE POOL TABLE WITH ALI AND IAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how&lt;br /&gt;But I know Somethings starting right now&lt;br /&gt;Watch and youll see&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll beat&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free poptart to whoever can guess the film from which I stole and so brilliantly adapted those lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112515584855361227?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112515584855361227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112515584855361227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112515584855361227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112515584855361227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/08/world-of-snooker-where-are-you.html' title='World of snooker. Where are you?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112201963587764779</id><published>2005-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:07:15.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Mars</title><content type='html'>Hey, Im at my brothers house decided to stay over coz my parents went to london last night. Went to the cinema last night with Elaine, it was fun but its weird how open she is with me, she seems perfectly comfortable in sharing her sex life with me (or lack of) its cool I guess coz we never talked like that when I was little (obviously) anyway she got this spray tan thing done like Ross on friends, she looks very orange. Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is how mean some guys are. She was mailing this guy called Robbie and he asked to see a picture of her online so she sets up her webcam, he says wow you are so hot I want to come and see you now but Im scared if I do I will just not  be able to stop kissing you. So anyway he comes to Nothrampton (it takes 4 hours) sees her and says&lt;br /&gt;'I dont fancy you' WHAT IS THAT? Guys are so confusing, Im not suggesting that women are simple and easy to read but I dont think we blatently contradict how we are feeling towards a guy. Why do they flirt and show you all the signs and then change their mind and leave you wondering what you did wrong. I suggested to Elaine that the internet is possibly not the best way to meet guys and have invited her up to Scotland to meet a nice Scottish boy. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im coming back 2 Scotland 2nite which I am excited about. Have missed Sam this week, (I doubt she has missed me at all!!!) looking forward to catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch yer l8r xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112201963587764779?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112201963587764779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112201963587764779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112201963587764779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112201963587764779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/07/men-are-from-mars.html' title='Men are from Mars'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-112145529304207880</id><published>2005-07-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:21:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blown away by God</title><content type='html'>Just got back from camp, it was so great. God is amazing btw. So am totaly exhausted but I dont care. Today has been the best day ever. I shall explain&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had our final junior camp meeting and I attempted to pray boldly for some of the kids to accept Jesus. At the start of the week this looked impossible, me and Bethan discussed how the reponce would work and It was hard to imagine it working. I felt quite nervous before the club because we despereately wanted some of the kids to respond to God. So Bethan did her whole responce thing and prayed inviting the kids to pray along in their heads if they wanted to. Then she invited theones thast had to come forward and sigh a large sheet of paper. They rushed to the front all at once, we dident have enough room or pens (little faith). I spoke to one little boy from Granton who we have been working on for two years. He came forward and said "I dont know why Im doing this but I just have to" It was amazing. Another Girl came to us afterwards asking for prayer and she even wanted to pray for another leader. Im dont know what else God has done with the other kids who came forward but I do  know that every child has moved a step closer. I cried heaps believe it or not. I have even cried since coming home. Please pray for these two kids and all the others . They have difficult family backgrounds and Im scared that the flame within them might get weaker.&lt;br /&gt;Also a huge mighty high five to God, ur the best and I love you soooooooo much I will now try to have heaps more faith please dont stop here keep breaking into the lives of these children and teach me how to nurture their faith. Ur Amazing wohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-112145529304207880?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/112145529304207880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=112145529304207880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112145529304207880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/112145529304207880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/07/blown-away-by-god.html' title='blown away by God'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111980774678946513</id><published>2005-06-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:42:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Eater</title><content type='html'>I have been watching Glastonbury this weekend.Last night was brilliant, I soooo wish I was there. Aparently they are not having Glastonbury next year but the year after I am going for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have just had a very interesting discussion with James. I have discovered that Kat eats mainly white food. Not liking anything with tomatoes in it and not eating any vegetables apart from potatoes kind of cuts out all coloured food. I have discovered that all colours of food can be represented in my diet and this makes mew happy. I am a rainbow eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take this discussion further I asked "If you found someone who had lived on rice/bread and water all their life, blindfolded them and gave them a strawberry would they be able to guess that it was red?" I think yes, I also think they would be able to tell you that peas were green and that peaches were yellow. James disagrees with me and thinks I am stupid for asking such a ridiculous question. Hee Hee, I like winding him up.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111980774678946513?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111980774678946513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111980774678946513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111980774678946513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111980774678946513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/rainbow-eater.html' title='Rainbow Eater'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111971508940164756</id><published>2005-06-25T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:58:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Discovery</title><content type='html'>Banoffe pie is so good! Whoever invented this perfect combination of custard, bananas, cream, and toffee deserves a Blue Peter badge&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn how to make banoffee pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111971508940164756?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111971508940164756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111971508940164756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111971508940164756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111971508940164756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/discovery.html' title='A Discovery'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111971477743662477</id><published>2005-06-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:52:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very funny day</title><content type='html'>Well its Saturday again. Had a fun walk to Cramond again. It is officially my most fun place to be. I realise it has almost been a week since I last wrote and its not because nothing has happended. Quite the opposite actually. This week I have moved from a student to a full time youth worker. We Finished uni on Tuesday and had a BBQ which we were about 1 hour late for because a 1/2 hour journey turned into an hour and 1/2 I blame that on Elaine who was unanble to direct us there without going through her home village which was in the oppositedirection. Anyway the journey was fun and company even better. The BBQ was top, it was hot out and I fel totaly relaxed for the first time in a while. James went to the U2 concert and I would have been ;left alone walking the streets of Glassgow if Dave hadnt offered to hang with me. We had so much fun. We got lost in the car and niether of us knew where we were going, it was so funny. one and 1/2 hours later we arrived back at uni. We had a random walk and then went to get pizza. We sat near the till and Dave kept pressing buttons, it was so funny. We also planned a possible baloon thefy scandal. We had another random walk which involved Dave doing a slow motion walk thing in front of a restaurant window. Everyone in the restaurant stopped earting and were staring at Dave, this was also funny. Ever laugh so much it hurts? Ever smile so much your cheeks hurt? Yep it was that kinda day. We went to the cinema to see Mr and Mrs Smith. It was good, it had Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (im sure her lips keep getting bigger). After the film Davew walked me back to the car and went for his bus. It was the end of 'a very funny day'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111971477743662477?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111971477743662477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111971477743662477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111971477743662477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111971477743662477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/very-funny-day.html' title='A very funny day'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111918876506072598</id><published>2005-06-19T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T06:46:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sad</title><content type='html'>Ever wish u had never woken up. Its like since you draged yourself out of bed and put your feet on the carpet everything has gone wrong. Yep nice feeling huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a happier note, last night was the most fun end to a boring day. Me, Sam, James and Kevin all went for a BBQ on the beach. The food tasted quite bad but it was still so good. I found three crabs and named them Steve, Lucy and Maria. I went to explore and sat on a rock but the tide came in too quickly and I was stranded. My feet were wet and the rocks were slidy. It was a life or death situation, I was terrified. You know who your real friends are in a situation like this. Kevin and Sam decided to throw wet seeweed at me while I was on the rock, It was mean (they both have a terrible aim!!!!) James was the only one who came to my rescue and slowly talked me through the process. I took my life in both hands and steped on I rock that was slightly submerged in water. My foot slipped and I fell in the water. You might sujest I should learn form this experience and not loose myself in explorations and advernturous fantacies again but I say "Bring on the dangerous escapades".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to writing crap essays :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111918876506072598?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111918876506072598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111918876506072598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111918876506072598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111918876506072598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling sad'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111911115477715361</id><published>2005-06-18T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:12:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things I want to do today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im bored today. Saturdays are quite groovy until it gets to about 3:00pm. I definately have a very low boredom threshold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the top 10 things I want to do today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.      Make toffee apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.       Go Shopping for a brand new warderobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.       Fly a kite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.       Go canoeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.       Record a CD of all the songs I have written (all two of them, one of which I wrote last night called HannahBear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.      Go horseriding in Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.      Visit China in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.      Go on a treasure hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.      Build a boat to take me through Niagra Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.      Take my pet rabbit for a walk with her brand new lead we bought yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111911115477715361?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111911115477715361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111911115477715361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111911115477715361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111911115477715361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/top-10-things-i-want-to-do-today.html' title='Top 10 things I want to do today'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111899911178923942</id><published>2005-06-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:06:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever have dreams where you wake up and it takes a while for you to realise it was not reality. I have literaly just woken up and dreamt that one of the younger girls was standing at the top of a really high building with no barrier (the kind that makes you stomache turn when you look down). Anyway she stood near the edge and everyone was starting at her, of coruse she lost her balence (in slow motion) and began to fall. I grabbd her little sister and started prayng really loud. As she was falling I couldnt wait for her body to hit the ground coz that weould mean the pain would be over and she would be dead. After about 1 minute (I told you it was a high building) Her body splatted on the pavement in front of her family. There was blood averywhere and broken pieces of this girl. Family were screaming and I was trying to pray for them but it wasnt doing any good, I tryed to hug them all but they were pushing me away. All her friends then came&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and surrounded her body and were using her blood to write messages to the girl who had died. Then the all camped out next to the body using her body parts as pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Is that screwed up or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111899911178923942?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111899911178923942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111899911178923942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111899911178923942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111899911178923942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-dream.html' title='Bad Dream'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111895701797624877</id><published>2005-06-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:08:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have just been at placement. It was fun, we had a kids party, its actually quite funny making teenagers play musical statues and pass the parcel. I officially hate the game fluffy bunnies btw, it should be banned!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eleanor (my film buddy) couldnt understand why I loved Kill Bill but hated Sin City. Why is this so hard to comprehend? Kill Bill is unbelievbly tame in comparison, for example there is no castration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cute guy Luke was not there tonight, this makes placement not as much fun. It was meant to be my last night 2nite but think I might stay on next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw Sam and James have been the lazyest people ever today. Im sure James hasent moved from the sofa since 1pm (its now 10:30pm) Im just jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and also I came back to find out our flat window had been smashed by a 6 year old boy (maybe) I dont understand, we live on the top floor. Ah well.Gona go make coffee bye xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111895701797624877?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111895701797624877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111895701797624877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111895701797624877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111895701797624877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13704506.post-111887213338343459</id><published>2005-06-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:09:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Blog. Yipee I finally have one. It shall be full of random rubbish and maybe even something quite profound and intellectual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13704506-111887213338343459?l=hannahwillis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/feeds/111887213338343459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13704506&amp;postID=111887213338343459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111887213338343459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13704506/posts/default/111887213338343459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahwillis.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-blog.html' title='Hey Blog'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00622459666892394374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://pages.sbcglobal.net/bluealbino/SYP/images/lisa-yell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
