tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17981688282251197672024-02-07T03:07:24.058-08:00Notesilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798168828225119767.post-75508338314119295432011-04-14T16:50:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:54:24.424-07:00Yoga Yoga Yoga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN38imjUMj7wt3GECMu4WHR1-hcDwHzqf6zpUketx_FX28IDZTAqPkWEFKHwc-ipgvjfRt8TJITk8NbG-zqQEclhFZhbJ9gENVHW9yeXvmMEHDGwQHDQEEAmoD8SQjuAY9OpwHytB6ifM/s1600/imagesCAET3PRC.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595591098608160098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN38imjUMj7wt3GECMu4WHR1-hcDwHzqf6zpUketx_FX28IDZTAqPkWEFKHwc-ipgvjfRt8TJITk8NbG-zqQEclhFZhbJ9gENVHW9yeXvmMEHDGwQHDQEEAmoD8SQjuAY9OpwHytB6ifM/s400/imagesCAET3PRC.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">So, it's been a while since I wrote anything and I promised myself I'd start doing this properly so here's an update of everything that's been going on since I dropped out of college to pursue my modelling ambition (couldn't think of a better way to put that, I'm going to sound like a twat regardless unless you know me).</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Something that was recommended to me by my agents is Bikram Yoga, it has changed my life.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">For those of you who don't have a clue, it consists of doing 26 postures (intense stretches) twice each in a room heated to 40 degrees. 2 breathing exercises also form part of each class which lasts 90 minutes.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">At first I must admit I was unimpressed by the idea of committing 90mins of my life 3 - 5 times a week in order to be trapped in what feels like a sauna with a bunch f yummy mummies and freakishly stretchy yoga buffs.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Having said this, rather than being somewhat disappointed in what I felt was basically exercise for people who don't exercise I was surprised and frustrated to find that my first class was extremely challenging. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Not only did I feel dizzy and nauseous for the first time in my life during exercise but these so called 'stretches' were extremely reliant on core strength, flexibility and balance (have a go at the picture above why don't you).</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm about 2 months in and I can honestly say that although I dread going to class, I am fitter, more toned and more flexible than I ever have been. Thanks to Bikram Yoga I have realized my body's full potential.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I thoroughly recommend trying it to anyone who hasn't, it's a good release for stress and a brilliant way t lose weight and tone up. </div>ilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798168828225119767.post-68339257891011724432011-02-08T10:15:00.000-08:002011-02-08T10:37:26.192-08:00LOVE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRVejf_CMRgYXuf8j0JwuY3AtTqaKDI06MYUaAZ8cRybr2kwY1ZVPPhFM6RlrmLzYJbHCzhx3HtaKwPmqtSr8xMwpcfWqvmBGZN-nOCjgGXdTjM8RhTQ42eaIejcSBok-9mdJtvQZPt0/s1600/jump-for-love%255B1%255D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571389156732105586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRVejf_CMRgYXuf8j0JwuY3AtTqaKDI06MYUaAZ8cRybr2kwY1ZVPPhFM6RlrmLzYJbHCzhx3HtaKwPmqtSr8xMwpcfWqvmBGZN-nOCjgGXdTjM8RhTQ42eaIejcSBok-9mdJtvQZPt0/s400/jump-for-love%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div align="center">I feel like sometimes life gets harder when you love someone. Not because you have to work at it but because you pour so much of your energy into loving that person, you worry about them because you care, you want to be the best version of you you can be and you want to be there for them.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I find it difficult sometimes to contain my emotions, he probably thinks i'm crazy and i don't blame him but it's good to know that that's part of the reason he loves me back. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Love definitely makes people a bit crazy and in some ways it does make life harder but it also makes <em><strong>everything</strong></em> so much better.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I wouldn't change it for anything.</div></div>ilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798168828225119767.post-61403082553931848862010-02-26T08:11:00.000-08:002010-02-26T08:20:23.532-08:00Cigarettes and a Cuppa tea . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPYPIFurjUBXHB9XH6WncoMBv-QVXzgxHZq1809nqBahX-nGAWceqYpq9Z-kZxz6X_RiPy4pa9PubGfaiF0sb8wllJf2nsgMprOoo-60mhGXqRSusVvR3KwLdep9rQf7YleH9e0uFVzI/s1600-h/23826_496345675360_728455360_11033282_5637905_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586504563413378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPYPIFurjUBXHB9XH6WncoMBv-QVXzgxHZq1809nqBahX-nGAWceqYpq9Z-kZxz6X_RiPy4pa9PubGfaiF0sb8wllJf2nsgMprOoo-60mhGXqRSusVvR3KwLdep9rQf7YleH9e0uFVzI/s320/23826_496345675360_728455360_11033282_5637905_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;">I should stop smoking. It's dreadfully bad for me but I find it's the thing to do when bored. The only thing to look forward to at college is a smoke with my wonderful friends, incredibly sad but unfortunately, true. I hate the smell on my fingers but now I'm pretty good at rolling I feel compelled to smoke the cigarettes I roll just out of pure satisfaction. Cigarettes and a cuppa tea seems to be routine now.<br />God. I need to get a life.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>ilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798168828225119767.post-5407597485872692482010-02-26T07:53:00.000-08:002010-02-26T08:07:27.474-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QRvd43Be61WHf4oIDo0uF-361ryv6Gr39699_pSRnZtQEMjc7ayo_w-9dPdHMeheJFvWzx7xjDwSoLLd1hIkmWHWXWZ7kp8D5H-QSWjgsXHabHtUvIWjeHPuQx7DK5WYHNCONAeiG6A/s1600-h/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed171%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442583989783610354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QRvd43Be61WHf4oIDo0uF-361ryv6Gr39699_pSRnZtQEMjc7ayo_w-9dPdHMeheJFvWzx7xjDwSoLLd1hIkmWHWXWZ7kp8D5H-QSWjgsXHabHtUvIWjeHPuQx7DK5WYHNCONAeiG6A/s320/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed171%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Do you ever get that lonely feeling?</span><br /><br /></div>ilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1798168828225119767.post-88161381590560889442010-02-01T11:49:00.000-08:002010-02-01T12:24:49.661-08:00Sorry?<span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough and that it was clearly all my fault. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry I ever had to tell you what I told you and I'm sorry you didn't want to hear it. I'm sorry I had to bother you constantly just to make you care and I'm sorry that you weren't there when you should have been.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry for thinking that for one second you would be there like you said you would and I'm sorry for being so stupid in believing you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry for expecting you to help me when you were so determined to believe you shouldn't have to and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that you were so wrong.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry for all those times you looked at me, so angry, as if you hated me and I'm sorry that I don't know what I did to deserve it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry that I didn't make you understand how hard it was and I'm sorry I didn't put you in your place when you brushed me off for trying.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm sorry you were too immature to contemplate anyone else's feelings but your own and I'm sorry that you didn't try either.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But most of all, I'm sorry that I thought I knew you and if I ever did, I'm sorry that you changed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yes, this happens to a lot of people but that doesn't make it any easier. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It doesn't mean you don't think about it every single day. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And it doesn't mean you stop asking why it had to be you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I hope one day you get it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Maybe when you've done some growing up the realisation that I was just someone who deserved a little of your time will hit you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I hope that it hits you as hard as I should have. </span>ilikefryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001554864571474713noreply@blogger.com0