tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68397408004299330522024-02-08T01:30:40.088+00:00~Stevie's Diner~An ordinary 25 year old guy, exploring the good, the bad and the downright WEIRD stuff in this extraordinary world!~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-22476784827725263682011-01-13T00:56:00.003+00:002011-01-13T01:00:13.912+00:00I'm back!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;">It's been so long since I last posted, and so far and few between over the last couple of years, I think I've forgotten how to do it, but here I am, blogging again!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My kitten's layed in front of my keyboard, clawing at my every finger move. I'd love to be angry with her but she's so cute, I just can't do anything but laugh!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wow, this entry sucks...................</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BOOBS!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PENIS!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There........did that peak your interest?!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh man, now where to go......hmmmmmm</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anthony's behind me playing the playstation 3. I keep getting the odd reminder when I hear him scream 'WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!' at the T.V....lol!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing much to say at the moment, but I think I'm going to be starting a new journal on here soon, kinda like a fresh start. Does anyone even still read me!?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hope you're all well my blogger companions. Take care! xxx</span>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-40057706974458002282010-09-17T14:12:00.001+01:002010-09-17T14:14:06.645+01:0017th September 2010<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hey guys,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hope you’re all well. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It’s been a tough week. A lot of things have been happening at once, at work and home. I thought I was dealing with things okay, but last Friday night, I read the news that one of my music hero’s from my teen years had died at 36 following a stroke. That news was enough to make my eyes water, and before I knew it, with everything culminating together, I was sobbing like a baby and didn’t really stop until Monday. I was just such a mess! <br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m not gonna go into detail about everything, but lately, I just feel so trapped. I’ve even started looking back on my younger days as if I’ve already had my best days, and I’m only 26!! I know, I’m being stupid. I’ve never really admitted it before but I think I’m battling with some form of depression. I’ve been down in the dumps before, who hasn’t, but this feels different. It’s like I’m losing hope. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I keep telling myself that I’m being silly, I’m still young and have got so much ahead of me, but the feeling I get from those words is so temporary. Before I know it, I’m back at square one. Physically, I’m constantly tired. My eyes always feel heavy, no matter how much I sleep. I can’t seem to get far enough away from my family lately either, and when I meet with friends, I’m lost for words and not really listening to them, so I just ramble about random stuff, whilst I’m constantly thinking of other things.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I dunno if I’m making sense here, but this whole thing has opened my eyes to depression and just how awful it is. My heart goes out to all those who suffer with it. I didn’t realise how intense it can be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve arranged some counselling through work which will start next week. I’m eagerly waiting for it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">On a brighter note, I have a trip to the east coast approaching for my birthday so I’m really looking forward to that, and then Christmas is coming. I ADORE Christmas!! Can’t wait.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Also, bizarrely enough, the last 3 weeks have been filled with people from the past popping up out of the blue again!! Honestly, it’s been like a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode for me..lol!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hope you’re all okay! Take care. xxxxx<br /><br />R.I.P Rich Cronin. xxxxxx<br /></span></span>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-25300617043785834672010-08-20T04:04:00.002+01:002010-08-20T04:13:50.186+01:00Happy B-day J~land!!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />Hey guys. Just a quickie to wish all from J~land a very happy birthday!!!<br /><br />J~land kinda started the whole internet thing for me. It's where I learned how this whole thing works and it remains very special to me.<br /><br />I've made friends for life from that place. I remember the good times (The Cheers style Birthday Video) and the bad times (The vivi awards dramas) or whatever they were called, but throughout all of it, I met some amazing people, most of whom I'm still in touch with and consider them to be part of my family.<br /><br />One memory inparticular that stands out for me:<br /><br />One day, I added a video of me singing a cover version of 'What hurts the most' by Rascall Flats, just for the hell of it. The response I got blew my mind and I'll never forget it. It meant so much to me. People advertised my songs on other blogs, people asked permission to use them on their blogs, and one guy in the USA even wanted to arrange for me to go over and sing the 'Star Spangled Banner' at a sports event. HOW AMAZING!!<br /> I've never stopped singing since, and it even got me into a boyband a few years back. I stopped for a while but recently started again and I'm making plans again. <br />Thank you to ALL OF YOU for giving me the incentive to do this. You really REALLY changed my life. Thank you!!<br /><br />I miss blogging, but it just never felt the same for me since J~land closed it's doors..:-( <br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Love ya all so much, and miss you!! <br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >HAPPY BIRTHDAY J~LAND!!!! xxxxxxxx</span>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-40839359087450424572010-02-05T15:35:00.001+00:002010-02-05T15:36:50.359+00:00Right on....<strong>Following last nights out burst, I have just got out of bed. It's 3:35pm!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Just read my star sign, which gets emailed to me everyday. It kinda fits with what I was saying.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Friday, Feb 5th, 2010 -- You might imagine a better way to do your job now, but when you try to put an idea into action, the logistics suddenly grow overly complex. You are driven to do the right thing, but are also motivated to be creative as you pursue your ambitions. Don't be fooled by your own enthusiasm; it's better to take on less and reach your goal than to inflate your expectations, only to be disappointed.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Sounds right, doesn't it? lol!</strong><br /><strong>xx</strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-10239619208386201182010-02-05T02:13:00.011+00:002010-02-05T03:30:46.749+00:00Getting back in the saddle.....<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >I find it interesting that I only ever seem to write here when things aren't going so great. I mean, good things happen to me too, yet I never feel the need to write about them. I don't have many readers anymore, so maybe it's actually good for me to just write things down and reflect on them.<br /><br />I'm gonna be brutally honest with myself in this entry, because I have to be.<br /><br />Right now, I'm a mess. When I first started blogging years ago, I was a mess. Things got better when I won the part in that old boyband, and from there I got a job in a supermarket, to a job as a youth worker. Things were going great for a while!<br /><br />Now I look at myself and wonder, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! I'm 26 years old, still living at home with my FANTASTIC Mother and her awkward husband. I have a gorgeous fiance that works his damn ass off while I do NOTHING day in, day out. I just don't know where it went wrong.<br /><br />I should have my own place now, with Anthony. I should know how to drive and OWN a car. Not a fancy big thing, but ANY car. I should be getting IN that car every morning to drive to work, and then to come back home in the evening to spend the night with my Fiance in our OWN home, with our own dishes to wash, our own messes to clean up, our own animals to feed and walk, and paying our own damn bills.<br /><br />Story is, last year, stuff happened and I just couldn't get a grip. My job suffered, my friendships suffered......everything in my life went to hell, and I let it! My panic attacks came back, I lost my confidence, stopped going out and I didn't even wanna answer the phone. The doctor's signed me off of work, and it's been that way for almost 6 months now.<br /><br />I'm doing MUCH better in myself now and FINALLY have some new goals, but they're so far off, they might as well be on the Moon. Worst part of this revelation is, it involves quitting the job I'm in now. Truth be told, I HATE my job as a youth worker. It's not what I signed up for at all. The company I work for see all of the young people we work with as numbers. We have targets to achieve with dead lines. We have to report that we've been out and seen a certain number of 'N.e.e.t's (which stands for 'Not in Education, Employment or Training'). If we don't meet the quota, then we're not up to scratch. Don't get me wrong, I understand targets and deadlines, but when it involves the welfare and best interests of young people's lives, I think we need to look at the bigger picture and not just regard teenagers as a number.<br />I DID enjoy the job until I was treat like crap! After a year, I saw an advertisement for another job in youth work, in a different place, for a different company. It was more pay too, so after talking with the other staff and my boss, I decided to apply. After the interview process, I had to give a presentation on my knowledge of youth work, from sexual health to disabilities, to equal rights. I focused on the fact that equal rights doesn't always apply because we're not all the same. After what seemed like a disaster of a presentation, I got a callsaying that I'd got the job! I was over the moon. My self confidence shot up! During the wait to start my new job, my current manager basically promised me more hours, which meant more pay AND she offered to train me up properly. This left me in a very awkward situation, but in the end, I decided to decline my new job offer and stick with the same company. 7 months later, I was STILL waiting for these changes and it wasn't much longer before I realisedthat they weren't coming. When they finally did, it was too late. I felt like a puppet and a shmuck!<br /><br />The tip of the iceberg was a situation last year where a new young person joined the Wednesday night youth club. He seemed a good kid, but obviously low confidence and I could tell he'd been bullied. It wasn't long until the other young people told us that this particular young lad had been expelled from school following accusations that he'd sexually abused a younger male.<br />It left us with a very awkward situation.<br />Do we ban him from the club to protect him with all the threats of violence he was getting?<br />Do we ban him to protect others of possible abuse?<br /><br />Finally, it was decided that, for now, he'd be monitored at all times whilst in the building. He seemed to get attached to me (I've since found out that he considers himself to be gay). Everywhere I went, he'd follow me. If I had to yell at misbehaving teens, he'd copy me and yell at them himself, which I warned him about constantly! He began to take on the imaginary role of a youth worker, which did nothing but anger the other young people even more than they already were!<br /><br />Anyways, to cut a longer story short, he asked to talk to me and finally admitted that he had been expelled from school following allegations of sexual abuse. He also denied those claims!<br />I was the only one that he'd talk to about the exact thing we needed to know about, but they suddenly stopped me in my tracks and said that I couldn't be the one he spoke to for my 'own protection'. Don't get me wrong, I DO understand there points, but I thought the welfare of the whole youth club should be priority! If he'd confess what he'd done to me, then we had grounds to suspend him until the matter had been through the courts, for the protection of all the other young people. But right then and there, right when my hard work had paid off, they snapped me back hard and I was told to back off. It left me feeling frustrated, useless and basically like I wasn't trusted.<br /><br />It was shortly after this that things just turned to crap and the panic attacks started again. To make things worse, me and Anthony were seperated and I didn't handle that well at all. I was a wreck. I even went to church, sat down and sobbed. There was nobody else there. I just felt desperate and I've never done that before.<br /><br />But now, me and Anthony are getting engaged within the next couple of months and we're throwing a huge party to celebrate. All in all, we've been together for 8 years now! It just feels right. I just wish that right now, I had more to offer him.<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgG8SS-uyZrgvass90Agz3Bs8X5Loh8r79Q-I4pUuUVlflbmqJ1dwxoFn2c3LCqhleSGlKDefDbpB6Irnu7wtUQftmBOuwBy60uaxhCimZqFo1VbOMwhZdr91CmTw6Sw_TOUAQNYAE5c/s1600-h/edit+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgG8SS-uyZrgvass90Agz3Bs8X5Loh8r79Q-I4pUuUVlflbmqJ1dwxoFn2c3LCqhleSGlKDefDbpB6Irnu7wtUQftmBOuwBy60uaxhCimZqFo1VbOMwhZdr91CmTw6Sw_TOUAQNYAE5c/s320/edit+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434593237175713730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >In gay relationships, the first thing that people wonder is usually 'who's the guy and who's the girl?'. Truth is, we don't work like that. We each make up for something that the other lacks. I can be more emotional and romantic than Anthony, but yet he enjoys cooking and cleaning more than I do. We're a good team, but secretly I see him as the 'girl'. In a fight, I'd be the one that pushes him outta the way to protect him. I'm so protetive, maybe too much at times. But looking at it from this perspective, it frustrates me so much that I'm not the provider in this relationship. After 8 years, we should be able to afford to rent a place. We should be able to afford for me to come home and surprise him by taking him out. I should be able to afford to send him flowers every now and then. All these things I wanna do, but he just doesn't know it! I just feel like an absolute failure to him and my family.<br /><br />My sick pay has now been cut down to half (I'm just grateful that they've been paying me for all these months) and I'm still under the doctors. But the counsellor has dropped me because I forgot our last appointment and truth is, it wasn't for the first time. She cancelled one appointment herself, but I forgot one of them, and the following one I had to cancel 'cos Mum slipped in the snow and landed on her head. There was no WAY I was gonna leave her that day. I figured I'd be in hospital with her all day. As it turns out, the paramedics said she was fine and she didn't need hospital, but I still wasn't gonna leave her that day. The counsellor didn't believe me, so she dropped me. She said I'd missed three appointments'. I argued the case that I'd only missed two as she cancelled one herself, and she took me back for a further appointment which should have taken place at 10:00am on the 2nd February. I reminded myself about it for a whole week before that date, but on that morning, I completely forgot! I couldn't even call to apologise. There are no excuses for it. I just feel ashamed! My place of work gave me a dyslexia test and it turned out positive, so they blame my forgetfulness on that, but I'm not convinced. I had no idea I was dyslexic. I have no trouble with English, but apparently, it affects moods, numbers, and time keeping! It DOES explain a lot though.<br /><br />Me and my Brother had a HUGE bust up because he treats our Mother like shit! He always has, but I've managed to comfort her without saying anything to him, but this time, he went too far and we had a big fight. We're out of each others lives now, and it might sound bad but, I don't feel any different.<br /><br />Me and Mum's husband almost came to blows recentlytoo. I had him up against a wall while he was trying to get me to hit him, which I'd never do, but god I was so close. I have no desire to hit an old man with arthritis, but my temper is fierce when it wants to be, and for that moment, I just lost control, but I didn't hit him and never would. I just took a long walk in the snow until my arms were too numb to lash out.....lol!<br /><br />I'm also trying to break away from the habit of the internet. I found myself hiding behind it. I made friends in chat rooms on various sites. I tried to glam up my myspace to stop me from thinking about actual life and I became obsessed with a programme called 'Paltalk'. So now, I've sent a request to myspace to delete my profile, I've deleted accounts on numerous other sites and I've not been on paltalk properly for three weeks. I even deleted my whole paltalk profile today,and it felt good. I FEEL GOOD!<br /><br />Now I'm getting back in the saddle. I wanna go to college for Photography and graphic design, but need a job in the mean time. I'm gonna go through an agency and try to get a small job doing ANYTHING to do with photography. I love digitally restoring old photo's, so I'm gonna take a shot at maybe doing it professionally. I've also been planning out my ideas for 'Stevie's Diner', which was gonna be a kinda 50's American vinatge pancake/waffle house. My good friend Peter has offered me £5000 to start with, but I need to get MUCH more to begin anything. Right now, no bank would offer me any kind of loan. They'd be INSANE if they did!! lol!!<br /><br />But first things first, how the hell do I quit a job that's been paying me sick pay for 6 months?!<br /><br /><br />If you read through all of that, thank you. I just had to get this off my chest and maybe ask, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?! lol!<br />xx</span>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-41320412107121507672010-01-24T21:08:00.005+00:002010-01-24T21:11:37.270+00:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Hey guys,<br /><br />PLEASE sign my petition<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>!!<br /><br />Thanks all.<br />xxxx<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thepetitionsite.com/1/get-paul-and-rachel-chandler-home"><br /></a><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span><span class="UIStory_Message"><span>www.thepetitionsite.com/1/get-</span><wbr>paul-and-rachel-chandler-home</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span><br /></span></span></h3><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thepetitionsite.com/1/get-paul-and-rachel-chandler-home"><br /></a>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-39676953959489185672010-01-24T19:00:00.006+00:002010-01-24T19:17:12.703+00:00Hostages - I gotta vent!<img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430387413290005506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaV-Wv3gKDOKiiArRAjffxx1DeY2cR5ahou3h_xqmrGE69dnxu22wyQ7BoXHxa7fYL-GQv6LmbcnI7AuYflY-mgQPcbCA1sCkJX2xTYAWyXTN1KxS8CWE0u2sdqGl2__MTJzlWat4EPKE/s400/Paul+and+Rachel+Chandler.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Foreign Secretary David Miliband insisted that the Government would not get involved in any ransom payments to secure the release of a British couple kidnapped by pirates in the Indian Ocean.<br /><br /><br /></div><div>Mr Miliband said he could not stop private individuals from pursuing the possibility of a ransom deal, but that the Government had always made it clear that making concessions to hostage-takers was not in Britain's interests. </div><br /><br /><div><br />His comments came days after Paul and Rachel Chandler issued a desperate plea for help, revealing that they had been split up by their captors and feared they could be killed within days.<br />The couple, from Tunbridge Wells, Kent, were taken hostage after heading from the Seychelles towards Tanzania in their yacht Lynn Rival on October 23 last year.<br /><br />Unconfirmed BBC reports suggest that an attempt by British special forces to free them was "bungled" because of bureaucratic delays and technical problems.<br />And the pirates have said that if the UK government is unwilling to pay for their return, then their friends should raise the money. </div><br /><br /><div><br />Mr Miliband told BBC1's Andrew Marr Show: "Our position is absolutely clear. The British Government never makes substantive concessions to hostage-takers, including in respect of ransom payments, and we always advise people of that. </div><br /><br /><div><br />"Can we stop private individuals? No, we can't. But we have a very clear policy of our own and the British Government is absolutely clear it is not in our interests." </div><br /><br /><div><br />He added: "Are we working night and day on the Chandler case and a small number of other British nationals who have been kidnapped around the world? Yes we are, and we are doing so with the rest of the Government." </div><br /><br /><div><br />In an interview with ITV News, retired quantity surveyor Mr Chandler, 59, said he was "just existing in hope", adding: "I'm afraid that they will just kill us and abandon us in the desert here." </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Ya know what I read in this article? BULL SHIT!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">The UK government is more concerned about pride than even TRYING to save the lives of two people! Does the fact that these two BRITISH citizens were kidnapped and held hostage while they were on vacation not hurt their pride even more?? Wasn't there wars fought so we could retain our freedom and our rights as British citizens? They went through all that, just to let our citizens be killed by armed bullies?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Don't get me wrong, I totally understand the whole stance of 'Not being bullied into giving money', but for GOD sake, saving lives is surely more important . Give into your damn pride and get these two people home safely before it's too late. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I hate political wankers who will sit behind their desks and do nothing!!! How would they feel if it was themselves in this situation? How would they feel if it was their parents out there?</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Rachel Chandler is reportedly being 'Tormented' by her captors. This whole thing just disgusts me. and I'm disgusted at our government. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I'm writing a letter to every stuck up, money grabbing cock face in Parliament!!</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-78654174268030379642009-12-22T00:37:00.000+00:002009-12-22T00:38:14.136+00:00Panic<strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Panic attacks have been occuring a lot more lately.<br /><br />I've been off work for the past 4 months because of them. I'm having counselling to figure out exactly what's going on, but I don't exactly feel confident about any treatments they could give.<br /><br />Ya know, and yes I AM aware of how melodramatic this sounds, but some days I feel so rough, I almost feel as though I wont live long. They get so intense, I'm often terrified that my body's just gonna pack up someday. I can't explain it any other way. I daren't say this stuff to family and friends, and my counsellor has assured me that panic attacks can't kill ya, but I can't help the feelings I get from them.<br /><br />I wanna be able to watch a scary film without having to fight for breath. I wanna be able to run without fearing that it's gonna trigger a panic attack.<br /><br />Anyways, sorry for the downer of an entry. Just had to get it out there cos I really feel like I'm alone and nobody knows what the hell I'm feeling or going through. AGGHHH!!</span></strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-1003022443178535922009-11-09T00:49:00.004+00:002009-11-09T01:01:06.208+00:00Call me dirty minded, but...<div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Call me dirty minded, but......<br /><br />I been meaning to blog about this for a while but never got around to it. A lot of my friends already know this and find it amusing to make fun of me because of it, so I thought I'd share it with you.<br /><br />As many of you know, my mother is an avid collector of fairy ornaments. Not only does she love the models, but she has pictures, books, DVD's, all full of fairy stuff. So much so, that she actually named this house 'Faerie's End'. There's even a plaque up on the wall at the front of the house with the word 'Faerie's End'.<br /><br />My friends already found it amusing that a gay guy would live at such an address, but then google earth fueled the fire when the true shape of our housing estate was revealed in all it's 'Morning Glory'!!<br /><br />Check this!! My house is the little red letter 'A'.</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><br /><br /></p></span></em></strong><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401900261783695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbs0Khrto3Klpp3bgCAXtOVJm3vKQwfZ1ru8kp9TMnfF7h2SyBsbuMSTLpnT-wCHRdCyqyD6ijElH7SoT1fRN3od6uFU-zlmk0Q0lOHGiJ_p3jHcRtuLbp33vRJJ2rSnkixAigPBuBIps/s400/Giant+penis.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Do you see what we see? </p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /><br /><br />Now check my diagram...... </p><p></p><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401900663751232306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vDi9AW0pbt5j4V-ZWgi11C-nbxJLSeyDnEf7sFrFALQekfbYi5M5I2mBFfhXBfVbXn3evqbGWYD5e9NJAR_1B5i3usVTVjY3ykyzLmgYGdSBE4xWbHiQVHVpKbZTmZ2SqUDNc1OQ3PY/s400/Giant+penis+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><br /><br /><br />Forgive my dirty mind, but that's right, I'm a gay guy, living at Faerie's End, on a giant PENIS!!! I'm right in the middle of the balls!! LOL! </p><p><br /><br />I feel sorry for those who live on the tip.....:-/</p><p></p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><p></span></em></strong></p>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-48910380016669792482009-10-27T09:15:00.001+00:002009-10-27T09:16:55.950+00:00Freaked out!<strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hey everyone!!<br /><br />I just woke up but have got to write down the dream I had before I forget. It's freaked me out!!<br /><br /><br />Ok, the dream begins where I wake up in the morning (so I thought it was real). The first thing I always do is take a drink, then go to my window, open the blind and smoke. Sure enough, that's what I did. I was standing there for a minute or so as usual, when suddenly, I saw some strange things. Plants were moved. Like they weren't where they should be. They were casually thrown all over the place. Then I looked at the clouds and they seemed really dark strange. People seemed different. Everyone looked as if they were in deep thought. Then I saw a BIKE floating upward! It flew so high! Then, out of nowhere, a huge shadow was cast over everything. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. It was a planet!!!! A very weird looking planet right above earth and it looked like it was getting closer!<br /><br />I freaked and ran down stairs, yelling for Mum and her husband. When I got into the living room, I found a very shaken up Adrian. 'Adrian, have you seen it?!!', I yelled. He went on to tell me that it's been on the news all day. Earth's orbit has decayed for some reason, and we're now drifting through space. The planet wasn't getting closer to us. WE were getting closer to it!<br /><br />Everything was screwing up. There were patches where gravity wasn't quite right, so people were going there and floating for fun. Other weird things were happening everywhere. Everything was wrong and scary. There were new things in the sky. Tiny little moons in the distance.<br /><br />I'm calling my friends to see how they are. Nobody seems particularly shaken up.<br /><br />Then I find myself in a bar with some friends. Nobody seems to wanna talk about what's happening. Infact, there's a sense of calm and fun all around. I bump into my aunt who's talking to her friend about a new job offer. I hear her say 'I'm gonna go for it cos it's more money than what I'm on now'. I then wonder WHY that's a concern when we're all gonna be dead soon anyways!!<br /><br />Then I'm in the mens restroom talking to guys about what's goin on. It's like they're scared to talk about it. 'How are we gonna survive without the sun? We need it for energy, food........and the Moon. Our gravity's fucked without it!!! The tide wont come in and out anymore!!'. They finally seem interested in what I'm saying.<br /><br />The dream then moves again, back to my house. Adrian's watching TV again. 'Steven, they have a date now. And they've named it'. 'A date for what?', I asked. 'The end of the world', he replied. We look at the tv and there's some American guy on there giving a speech about humans and our way of life and how we all need to come together in the best of human spirits. Then another guy comes on giving the special announcement. He looks sad. '......in a time of fear for all of us, but The phenomenon known as 'Po Paul' will occur on September 10, 2010'.<br /><br />Then I wake up! What the hell is 'Po Paul'?! lol!<br /><br />I'm freaked here!<br />xxxxxxx</span></strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-81100473758899975802009-10-24T08:53:00.003+01:002009-10-24T09:01:56.687+01:00How far would you go to uncover the lies of someone you've never met?<span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I've been watching a lot of thriller movies lately and it got me thinking about the writing process. I have a few stories in my head that I'm ITCHING to write, but never really had the time. I've always had a few ideas in mind, but never settled on which to write about, so I've decided to take some inspiration from my life and write what I know, break it down some, but twist it somewhat. Cheesy, but fun, this is the first idea:<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Taglines:</em></strong><br /><p><em><strong>'<span style="font-size:130%;">L.</span>ive</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O.</span>r <span style="font-size:130%;">L.</span>ie'</strong></em></p><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em><p><br />'How far would you go to uncover the lies of someone you've never met?'</p><p><br />'Danger has logged on'<br /> </p><p><br /><br />Brief Synopsis: <br /><br />In a small village in England, Stephanie Hewitt's quiet life is about to be put in danger as she struggles to discover the truth about the mysterious death of the parents of someone she's never met.<br /><br /><br />Synopsis:<br /><br />Based on a true story, Stephanie Hewitt battles social anxiety and panic attacks. Out of work, stuck in the house with nothing to pass the time, she discovers an online chat programme called 'Buddy talk'. She quickly makes strong friendships online and even strikes up a romantic relationship with a popular member of the programme, a young American man (Dwight Velez), but as the relationship falls apart, the online chat community is shaken to learn that Dwight's parents have both been killed by seperate events within hours of each other.<br /><br />Now, full of doubt and suspicion, Stephanie is convinced that there's more than meets the eye to the story and sets out to discover the truth, no matter what the cost.</em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /><strong>I'm gonna keep adding the other ideas too, then figure out which one to work on. Ooh I'm excited.....lol!</strong></span>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-69740047314489895072009-09-22T00:01:00.003+01:002009-09-22T00:03:04.079+01:00Healing, work and singing.......<strong>Hey folks.....<br /><br />Well, I'm doing a lot better now. I'm waiting for results of a chest X ray, but it's been over a week so I'm presuming there's nothing serious to report as I would've hopefully heard by now.<br /><br />I'd joked that I had swine flu a few times, but considering how floored I've been for the past month, I really do think I've had it. I'm only just starting to eat properly again, although the anti-biotics are making it really difficult, so I'm making sure I take a Sanatogen complete multivitamin tablet every day (which are huge. I'm sure they're horse tranquilizers!).<br /><br />I can't remember the last time I was at work. I spoke to my boss on the phone today and they just want me to take more time to recover fully before going back, but I feel I'm so out of the loop now, I wouldn't know where to begin going back just yet. It helps living so close to my work place, because I often see the young people that I work with out and about and recently, their comments have been helping me a lot.<br /><br />Also, I want to hopefully get started back up with my singing again soon as I miss it a lot. I couldn't even talk without coughing lately, so I've steered clear of singing anything much at all, but I'm trying to change style and go more pop/R'n'B than constant country. I still love country, but my tastes have been developing lately and I wanna focus on different kinds of music. I want to record something fresh, exciting and that sounds nothing like me!!<br /><br />Just before I go, I wanna give my love to Donna, who's going through a rough time right now due to an accident. Hope ya feel better soon hun, and as soon as ya do, that interview recording will be up on here!!<br /><br />Hope you're all well. Miss ya all.<br />xxxx</strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-24541786851952855802009-09-11T12:27:00.001+01:002009-09-11T12:30:06.027+01:00In Memory......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCbxmkkLV_TnjwCKi6DKdoS0iSaYpeXJdhSHQ-13HF7jLUEr5fKuv_L5t7jFEZJpel_DmQysu1rXwGQxfsY3RmlMatcCLYjXH-fJbvX3ZAQo_mptL2TiNeZrJlc87r6sC_DvdINpRihU/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz911.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380170277176947746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCbxmkkLV_TnjwCKi6DKdoS0iSaYpeXJdhSHQ-13HF7jLUEr5fKuv_L5t7jFEZJpel_DmQysu1rXwGQxfsY3RmlMatcCLYjXH-fJbvX3ZAQo_mptL2TiNeZrJlc87r6sC_DvdINpRihU/s400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz911.jpg" border="0" /></a>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-61112894365885587122009-09-08T23:06:00.003+01:002009-09-08T23:11:27.292+01:00Come chat to me.......<strong>Hey guys! how you all doin??<br /><br /><br />Seven months ago, I made a post on here asking all of you if you'd be interested in a series of audio interviews with other bloggers. <br /><br /><a href="http://steviesdiner.blogspot.com/2009/02/attention-bloggers-come-chat-to-me.html">Here's the post.</a><br /><br />I did get quite a few responses, but I wasn't able to start them as different things cropped upo, but now I'm determined and tonight I'm recording the first one, so please get in touch if you wanna be included. <br /><br />The interview will be about your blog and what it was that got you blogging to begin with..plus a giggle on the way.<br /><br />The first interview is with donna (nightmaremom), so I will post it as soon as it's finished!!<br /><br />Wooooooo!! Soo excited!!<br /><br />xxxx</strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-11258633140092383812009-07-26T22:47:00.004+01:002009-07-26T22:58:38.471+01:00My Fave Star Trek Moments - No 4<strong><span style="color:#000000;">You didn't think I'd forgot about these did you?? I haven't done one of these since October, but I have another 3 to go!!<br /><br /><br />Moment number 4 </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Star Trek: The Next Generation</span></em>: Tasha's Funeral</strong></span><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>This is by far my most emotional scene. It gets me everytime!! lol!</p></strong></span><br /><br />I remember watching this scene with the family in the living room when I was a kid. We were all in tears, and it still makes me cry now. They killed Tasha off at the end of the first season. In real life, Denise Crosby (Grand daughter of Bing Crosby) didn't feel her character was developing in the way that she wanted, so she decided to leave.<br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I think it's the music that's mostly to blame, but now I cry 'cos I remember watching it with the family when I was like 5 years old!! Oh man...I'm gonna watch this again right now and blubber like a baby!!<br /><br />'Au revoir lieutenant' :-(</span><br /></strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPE2yaNP9hY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPE2yaNP9hY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-73230751695598453372009-07-23T01:41:00.003+01:002009-07-23T01:45:47.046+01:00Howdy folks!! I'm baaccckkk!! lol!Hey all!<br /><br />It's been faaaar too long since I wrote in this thing. To be honest, I'm not sure why it's seemed so difficult to jot these things down. It just has!! I've never been much good at explaining myself.<br /><br />As you all know, I do have a dramatic flare in me, but the stuff that's been happening lately needs no flaring..lol!<br /><br />I've been to hell and back since May, but things are finally looking up.<br /><br />I never said anything before, but me and Anthony were trying again with our relationship. Everything seemed fine for a while, but things fell apart and I reacted very badly to it.<br /><br />I didn't realise how badly it all hit me until a few weeks ago. I found myself going to church a lot in the daytime, just to sit there and think. That's not so odd in itself, but I've never really been a religious person. I guess I'm still not, but I do regard myself as being very spiritual.<br /><br />I was off work for 6 weeks due to stress, which actually began to affect me physically. I developed painful boils on my face, back and neck and I also developed an acute gum disease. The doctors and dentist all agreed it was all due to stress and exhaustion. I was put on tablets and steroids for everything, and I quickly began to feel much better.<br /><br />I've been out on a few dates with some great guys, and even though they were lovely and STUNNING, I realised that I wasn't ready for anything other than friendship. I didn't even want to kiss anyone else, never mind sleep with anyone. I'm thankful for the new friends I've made though!<br /><br />A few weeks ago, in an attempt to inject some new stuff into my life, I got a new job in an American 50's themes restaurant, which I loved, but they wouldn't let me take breaks, even after 7 hours, and they would never even give me a clock out time. They just made me stay until I was no longer 'required', so I've kissed that job goodbye..lol!! I'm still working as a youth worker, so I'm not unemployed, but I want something else as well as.<br /><br />In fact, speaking of youth work, for the past two Wednesdays, we've had a gang of teenage lads coming into the youth club and destroying everything in sight and I've even had one lad even hold a stick to my neck.<br /><br />Tonight was no exception either. The night began with a young person getting run over by a car intentionally just down the street. He was on his way to the youth club, but friends convinced him to call an ambulance (thankfully!). I have no idea what the story is with all that. Also tonight, I've been working closely with a young man (14) who's been expelled from school for sexually abusing an 11 year old boy. We've no proof of anything yet, but it's confirmed that he has been expelled from school for those reasons. We need to talk to the school and find out what's actually going on and we need to decide whether this young man should be allowed in our youth club with other people the same age. It opens up a whole new can of worms for me, as I've never dealt with this kind of stuff before! Tonight, it was my job to keep him safe from the other young people and befriend him to see what I could find out, but at the same time, I didn't really feel comfortable befriending someone who may have sexually assaulted an even younger boy. I have to keep in mind, until we speak to the school and police, we have no proof that he's actually done anything, although I think that the school MUST have good reason to expel him! I'm looking forward to getting to the bottom of this though!<br /><br />Anyways, me and Anthony are now trying AGAIN with the relationship. I think the time apart that we've had has helped us a lot actually. It feels so much better this time around. We both agree on that! 7 years is a long time to throw away, so I'm glad that we're giving it another go after all.<br /><br />I never gave my review of the new Star Trek movie. It was FRICKIN AWESOME!!!!!!!!! I loved it!!! I even gave in to my geekness and bought the model of the ship...lol!! Actually, I bought another one today too, and it's HUGE!! It cost £40, but it's worth it (to me anyways...I love these lil' collectible things).<br /><br />I've also gotten really into my singing again lately. I've added a lot of new stuff to my myspace, which is: <br /><br />www.myspace.com/steviechristopher<br /><br /><br />Anyways, I'm trying to write about months worth of stuff here in one entry, so I'm kinda jumping from one subject to the next, so I'll wrap it up for now.<br /><br />Hope you're all well! Back soon. I miss this place!!<br /><br />xxxxxxxx~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-86071762655284970452009-05-30T03:55:00.002+01:002009-05-30T04:02:08.981+01:00Real Wishes<br /><br />real wishes - this is amazing <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cbr%20/%3E%3Cbr%20/%3Ereal%20wishes%20-%20this%20is%20amazing%20%20http://www.real-wishes.com%3Cbr%20/%3E%3Cbr%20/%3E">http://www.real-wishes.com</a> /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.real-wishes.com" title=" wish " name=" wish "><img style="border: ridge 4px yellow;" src="http://www.real-wishes.com/images/wish-3.jpg" alt=" wish " title=" wish " /><br /> wish </a><br /><br />~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-33987902557877135052009-04-16T01:03:00.003+01:002009-04-16T01:14:27.266+01:00Remembering the 96.......(Warning: Disressing images)<div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Warning: Distressing images</span></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></p></strong></span><br /><div><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><br /><div><br />In memory of the 96 people who were killed on April 15th, 1989, at the Sheffield Wednesday football (soccer) stadium in Sheffield.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAnx9Cm_6fPvPSnc1O1wuw0v6OTbtNl3Xhv3L2QqcIuNvB-RJ8isKKw3JU2IJy5q5TXPdwS0c70G8JUK7K93tbjS7pOlzCjyYzuTgF0XRNKslAfXUCjGfSdVRgPDIeAeEW84u9J5XXlw/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325074533959163586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6jAx9cziIkfzspRXqGGgGTZp2WDO0dHUBBQ3wSmx06lDG3EZsmkQrXpYBz7n0HJVSSfNxHGfb6D9wnNgJ6gf6ok7XzpbEf_0AVUPnzfUYWCdmy9eCAqGGy46PlSJf6lkdjgLmti7tzU/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325075829914539714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20PFhtebGIK-WB9za3F6KvkCiJGuEhYl1K2NJQalH4BbYXItcWv0sn4psPTGQ1RTL8LFROqNCjyqDxiyzZDagKtpr6MDRDgr91Tp5_IekmiEdsg-MjcA98ewOB1ibygBUqNT3uOJtUmk/s400/uk_news_3-2_jpg_display.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></div><br /><div></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-19184343665885452992009-03-31T18:49:00.005+01:002009-03-31T22:22:41.200+01:00~Photo Shoot - 29th March ~<div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Hey guys!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>How's it goin? Just thought I'd share my photo shoot with you. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>This was 2 days ago and was sooo much fun, although I was freezing!! I kept throwin a jacket on while we moved around....lol!! </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>I felt a bit silly pulling those serious 'smell the fart' faces but it was awesome!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>These were taken for me to use for publicity stuff, like sending out demo's and stuff like that. I've got a friend who's helping me with all that stuff now, and I'm really excited bout it!! He wanted to use 'em for a myspace page he's made me for my recordings, although I wanna record better stuff for the page.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/stevieboi1983"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">www.myspace.com/stevieboi1983</span></strong></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319424529999715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCNPajT87iOb6l22qW3Y-miOz6ZWEHwplEpA_2dL1H7gsjdn_xGmAKAa89XNoPQIqkJnybRJyt_ojGMuqeZmWOFOtlOYrxe1FUEnErNEZ2BPZAM_MU_sLprC-yWBc5m0Ecs_qaQSN2J4/s400/31.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD9SuYPTIsYupTzQuYnzPd2SlMyvAAdZJKVSpbkx_b9spSKTmowxnv9nb6R6sgHaOXVZYP5fx6pxBiHTlDQ6XRlrNK6XWevjmCy83-XNh-LIxrU9T6T1fmmenSen3bqQAvDrl5s2DuIE/s1600-h/41.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415330079006466" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TE7Aa3TXBZCffK1ryFYO1YPMxU_lpNR06XMtelNhP4PPvKUDj9uScHQTMglpd7NiAb0mFKnYNSRj6GR4LkzcWNtLfbOS6JgCnAAsnc18aOIOW7wxTqkji886_UxTqheKRgOPcOpjF3Y/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-45820613354655385672009-02-26T13:57:00.003+00:002009-02-26T14:27:52.227+00:00Attention bloggers!!! - Come 'chat' to me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL288DSRNbP_XmkgkTG_PdezBg-FUa8q7Zjw2B_CdS24HLBRUmg_vjsLQadOqpvPpVEEaoU8wqNW9EqA_Jom46zAeXoY85NlYMWOeOYqwOWwxOTii64nQ1qsfxp-eIalM-ILaYSLyQGW4/s1600-h/ON+AIR.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307112490601393954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL288DSRNbP_XmkgkTG_PdezBg-FUa8q7Zjw2B_CdS24HLBRUmg_vjsLQadOqpvPpVEEaoU8wqNW9EqA_Jom46zAeXoY85NlYMWOeOYqwOWwxOTii64nQ1qsfxp-eIalM-ILaYSLyQGW4/s400/ON+AIR.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"><strong>I need to run this past all of you 'cos I'm really excited about this idea!!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"><strong>I want to start doing a weekly audio interview session with bloggers here on blogger!<br /><br />The idea is that I will be talking on audio via the 'Skype' chat programme (which is free to download), then we just call each other on there, chat away, record the whole thing, then upload it on to here with a page about that blogger. Kinda like 'This weeks guest' thing.<br /><br />We'll talk about your lives, your blog and whatever else you fancy. It'll just be a laugh!!<br /><br />I've spoke to Donna (nightmaremom) about it and she thinks it's a great idea, so she's agreed to be my first 'guest' to see how it all goes. I'm so excited! lol!<br /><br />What do you guys think?!?<br /><br />If I start sorting stuff out, how do I decide who to interview week by week? Obviously, I don't want it to JUST be friends of mine, so I'm not sure how to work that one out. </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Let me know your ideas if you're interested.<br /><br />Thanks guys!<br />xxx</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307105760109220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aRXOAfGWmV3aGTbkRkMacSTQHwQh5tCz8HdzDx2coDKYMG-eFIO5e2xhlDfqj9bBPrgx6fschF9IFnB37UAuqRArZHM-fMfpvKB8yLSBsxo-H43n4jyLU2a1H0eoIqIsoOnH-k7s-80/s400/n726721856_378364_7632.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p></div>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-55406780165758218492009-02-21T15:13:00.003+00:002009-02-21T15:21:53.738+00:00What the heck?!<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">I swear, I'm not crazy and this isn't some bid for attention, but it's happened again!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">A dream I had last night......it just happened. Not the same surroundings or situation, but somethin just happened that I dreamt last night, and it was precise! What the hell is goin on?! LOL!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I NEED TO DREAM OF THE LOTTERY NUMBERS!! haha!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Seriously though, what's goin' on?!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Something happened yesterday evening too. I was walking downstairs to ask Mom if she fancied walking to the store with me...........actually I dunno how to explain this. Basically, in a nut shell, I heard what she said before she said it.....probably 'cos I know her so well, but still....I knew what she was saying to her husband before I even got into the living room! Freaked me out. It's been like this ever since the day I was listening to the radio while I brushed my teeth at the sink.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Weird stuff keeps happening!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">While we're on the subject of weird coincidences, I found it amazing that mine and Brandon's favourite numbers are right next to each other. My fave number is '310'. His is '311'. '310' is my birthdate....3rd October. Brandon has another reason for '311' being his fave number, but we just find it bizzare....lol!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Anyways........Yeah..erm....back later.....lol!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-46661794974352028512009-02-17T17:51:00.005+00:002009-02-17T18:20:53.022+00:00The darndest things!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Hey everyone. How you all doin'? </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>I guess it's been a while since I read or even posted much at all. I miss it. I miss reading journals too..:-( I still think of this place as 'J~land' from the aol journals..lol!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>I was stood brushing my teeth at the sink yesterday morning. I'd just gotten out of the shower. I was listening to 'Magic fm' on my lil' ducky shower radio thingy that sits on the shelf inside the cubicle. The reception isn't crystal clear but it's good enough! Anyways, the song ended and the DJ began talking bout the usual crap. Weather reports, traffic...etc.. Then he says "And tomorrow, we're gonna be focusing on artists who's names begin with the letter 'Q' ''. He mentioned 'Queen' with Freddie Mercury but then I lost reception for a few seconds. In those few seconds, as I had the tooth brush in my mouth, I thought to myself 'Ooh, what about Status Quo??! Actually, nah...that's an 'S' name. They wouldn't get away with it." Then, like 3 seconds later, the reception came back and the DJ said,"I'm thinking of playing something by Status Quo, but I doubt I'll get away with it". He repeated the exact words I'd just said to myself about the very same thing! OK, I know it's just coincidence, but still, it was kinda freaky.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Also, the night before last, I had a bizzare dream. I dreamt that my uncle Frank was rich and successful from his singing career and asked me to live at his house for a while to look after an elderly friend of his who wants to spend his remaining days with him. I said yes. The next thing I know, I'm helping this elderly guy up a long flight of stairs and then took him into the kitchen where I sat him down and then made him a drink. He started talking to me about his past. It was actually interesting, but then I got a phone call on my mobile. You'll never believe who it was. It was Elton John!! Apparently, he was also a friend of my Uncle Frank and found me attractive. He asked me out on a date!! LOL!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Weird thing is, I haven't seen or heard from Frank for such a long time and I'm not even close to him so I don't even think about him to be honest.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Anyways.....there's a punchline.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>When I woke up that day, my Mum told me that she was going round to Frank's old house to clean it out for my Uncle Henry. Straight away I thought "How weird. I've just dreamed about him and now today, he gets mentioned as soon as I wake up". Then later on, I was round at a friends house and someone asked me, "Did you read the paper about Elton John? Apparently he's told Jade Goody and her husband that they can live at his house to live out the remainder of her days" (Jade Goody is a Z list British celebrity who sadly only has a short time to live as her cancer has spread everywhere). I almost fell off my seat! I was like "Woah, AGAIN!!". </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Infact, writing this, I've only just realised another connection to the dream. The fact that Jade is spending her final days at Elton's house, and in my dream, the old man was spending his final days at my Uncle's house! OK, me thinks I'm reading far too much into this..so I'll stop! lol!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Something else happened the other day too, but I wont talk about that yet. It was spooky! lol!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Got a few things I wanna write about soon. Gotta get a few things off my chest, but I'll leave you with this song that I recently discovered through a person that........well, I'm very much in love with. I'd never even heard of this band until he played it for me. The story behind this song is also beautiful. Check it out if you have time.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"><strong>It's called 'Moments' by Emerson Drive.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzriEXPJ1-k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzriEXPJ1-k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-19957743245281462822009-01-20T10:21:00.004+00:002009-01-20T10:46:59.673+00:00Getting back on my feet.....<strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><em>Watch your thoughts; they become your words. Watch your words; they become your actions. Watch your actions; they become your habits. Watch your habits; they become your character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. ~ Frank Outlaw</em></span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Hey everyone. How's everyone doin?<br /><br />It's been too long since I last posted. I've just been going through some stuff and lost track of a few things, but hopefully I'll be around more often from now on.<br /><br />Truth is, I've been hurt bad by someone who I never thought was capable of hurting me. Aint that always the way? After 6 months, it all boils down to this.<br /><br />So many lies!<br /><br />I gave my heart completely and was willing to change my life, but that just wasn't good enough. Thing is, I can't hate him, no matter how hard I try. I'm so in love, it hurts. I hate myself for letting this happen.</strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>I literally couldn't give any more of myself than what I did. I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach.</strong></span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong><p>He was the reason for this video, as it's one of his favourite songs.</p><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-eAuJ-V5Wdc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-eAuJ-V5Wdc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">So thanks to all of you for being patient with me, and I've appreciated the 'where are you?' emails. Thanks so much for caring. You guys are the best.<br /><br />Hope you're all well, and happy new year!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;">I'll let Cher speak for me here. She hits it on the head!<br />xxxx</span></p><p></strong></span></p><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBMIYEWvLOE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBMIYEWvLOE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-72344899298070282612008-11-19T09:21:00.005+00:002008-11-19T09:32:43.311+00:00Holy sh**!!!<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">I've waited 6 years for this, and boy did they deliver (well, for the trailer anyways). </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">So, the Star Trek that I knew and loved is dead and we now have this new imagining of it from fresh minds, and I have to say......... THIS LOOKS FANTASTIC!!<br /><br />I'll definitely be going to the premiere in May....if I can wait that long..grrrrrr! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Check out how amazing this trailer is, even if you're not a fan!!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2n8qHdG1GLI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2n8qHdG1GLI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">The only thing I have to complain about is the ship. Take a look.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">This is how it should look (from the 60's)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270297567768594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiznj-3_fxe0rPE2jV8aKkhAAuSXEm3IWXETztn2P9YGnWl4GTxizpsZFy3m1DTsdpYHJ1x2PGjAmdDOZJRSAW0-XHrKWPk-GKK9RngMUePLJV0C79Uzz_vcBurluW6xvCwYbMy6pd_7M/s400/Enterprise.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">And this is what they've done with it.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270297814425719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJSFNF6n9GUA9mByAyYXkhbZv9UAlZiTYVyQ4fAfuQJ0y15SVuVB9IJakHJmLiOhUworcbtyfIh5Zmp94cYqpxlDIRGOZ5zcQ-gzzsBkNplBXTcLRVVqIB0Oe2J21bbNYMHN-libba_U/s400/enterprise579_l.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Ok, it's the GEEK in me that's complaining. I guess something that designed for 1960's TV would look rubbish in cinemas in 2009, but they've changed a classic..:-(</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Apart from that, <span style="font-size:180%;">bring it on</span>!!!</span><br /></span></span></p>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839740800429933052.post-68475585856073609382008-11-13T13:01:00.003+00:002008-11-13T13:11:49.604+00:00SHE'S BACK!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">2008'S CMA's were a buzz last night as the surprise special guest took to the stage to present an award for Entertainer of the year.<br /><br />Shania Twain, who hasn't been seen publically since her split with music producer Mutt Lange (who cheated on her with her best friend, the RAT!), was welcomed to the stage with a standing ovation.<br /><br />She seemed to be holding back the tears when she said...<br /><br />'Thank you so much. Trust me, it's good to see all of you too, and I'll hopefully be seeing a lot more of you'<br /><br />Apparently, since the split, she's thrown herself into new music and hasn't been able to put her guitar down. The songs are 'Pouring out of her'.<br /><br />This, plus the news that she's hard at work recording with a new producer in the studio means that finally, SHE'S BACK, and as you can imagine, I'm jumping up and down with excitement!! </span></span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">WELCOME BACK SHANIA!<br /></span><br /></span></span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyuMgGKygmo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyuMgGKygmo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p> </p>~Stevie~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09170148539054493220noreply@blogger.com5