1. Grab Your Phone.
nawwh

2. What is the 3rd picture of in your phone?
ME & KIRSTEN WITH FACEPAINT ON OUR FACES !

3. What's your ringtone?
Ringer_BBpro_4

4. Who's the 1st person that comes up under M?
max

5. Who's the last person you called?
mummay

6. Who was your last missed call from?
mummay

7. Who's the 1st person who comes up under C?
caity

8. Who's your speed dial number 2?
the mackays ?

9. What does 3rd text in ur inbox say?
stop taunting meeee

10. Who was your last received call from?
mummay

12. What does your 2nd sentbox text say?
or what

13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?
i dare you to count them

14. What is the wallpaper?
me and kirstjob was faintpant on oor faces

15. Who's speed dial number 1?
erik

16. Who is the 5th message from in your inbox?
wit ya doin

17. Who's the 1st person who comes up under B?
brad

18. How many bars of signal do you currently have?
2

19. What network are you on?
rogers

20. Name every person you have text messages from inbox?
nah ..

22. What does your 6th text message in your inbox say?
you bored ?

23. Who is the first person in your contacts?
adam

24. Who is the last name in your contacts?
weiner

25. What does the bottom text in your inbox say?
cuz gab I know youve missed her soo much <3

mmmm?
40 little secrets
be honest no matter what...

one: who are your last 4 texts from?
1- erik
2- erik
3- erik
4- erik

two: Where was your default picture taken?
in kirstens bedroom ?

three:are you single?
far from it

four: whats your current favourite color?
bloo0o0o0o0o

five: does your crush like you back?
no i crushed him

six: what is your current mood?
randy ?

seven: when is your birthday?
national pot smoking day mate

eight: what color shirt are you wearing?
i'm not

nine: if you were going on a reality TV show, which one would it be?
america's nixt top model even tho am in canida.

ten: are you imagining anyone naked right now?
me .. ko kirsten

eleven: did you ever sneak into an R rated movie?
a few. erik always looks creepy tho so they kick us out.

twelve: ever nearly died?
AYE.

thirteen: something you do a lot?
breathe !

fourteen: how old will you be in 12 months?
17 & 16 months

fifteen: do you want to see somebody right now?
NAWH A WANTY BE BLIND

sixteen: how many piercings...
well. if yii count ma fud .. 10

eighteen: who would you do anything for?
santa

nineteen: who is your hero?
enrique iglesias

twenty-one: american Pie or Superbad?
supper - bid

twenty-two: what's your biggest fear?
needles & peni

twenty-three: where is your ex?
probably paragliding aff sum cliff

twenty-four: would you ever take one of your ex's back?
not currently

twenty-five: what are you going to do tonight?
shagg kirsten

twenty-six: what was the first thing you said this morning?
HIYAAAA to clarke

twenty-seven: speak any other language?
piglatin

twenty-eight: whats your favourite smell?
fcuk for him .. ITS NUMMY

twenty-nine: do you like to sleep naked?
not in the slightest

thirty: have you ever been kissed in the rain?
& snow & shyte

thirty-one: do you like rain?
on occasion

thirty-two: what are you thinking about right now?
sex and peni .. & sandy-v

thirty-three: what should you be doing right now?
probably something creative. liek shaggin kirsten

thirty-four: whats your favourite memory?
BEING BORN MATE/PAL/BUD

thirty-five: what are you listening to?
EVERYDAY ( - hsm

thirty-seven: who was the last person you yelled at?
buddy

thirty-eight: who is your best friend?
kirstnut

thirty-nine: who is the last person you said i love you to?
kirsten

forty: who is the last person that made you smile?
kirstjub

And as the wise rub-rabbit once said: “Life’s a struggle .. Right from the very beginning.”

One year. One whole year! It’s heartbreaking but exciting. I hate it but love it. I wish it hadn’t happened but I’m glad it did. I’m ready to move on but I’m forever nostalgic. I miss everyone but I’m thankful for the new people I’ve met.

Canada: My very own love-hate relationship.

One of the most life changing things you can ever do is move country, but moving to the other side of the world?! That’s a challenge in itself. It’s changed me in many ways (for the better, I think) and it’s opened me up to a whole new outlook on life. I look forward to a lot more things that I never used to look forward to. Like meeting new people for example. I used to be insanely worried about what people might think of me. Now, not so much. I’m happy to be meeting new friendly faces. It’s exciting.

So, about two months before we moved here my mum made a deal with me. We agreed that the day I tell her that she’s done the right thing by moving us here, is the day she’ll treat me to dinner in the Calgary Tower. Maybe I’m just being stubborn, but to this day I still haven’t set foot in the Calgary Tower. I want to go. Badly.

April 3rd 2008. That night, before I left to go to England, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through. I remember it so clearly. At least 20 of us gathered in my conservatory. That is one of my most favourite photos ever because let’s face it, that’s never going to happen again, is it? My goodness I’ve never ever cried as much as I did that night. Every single person was in tears I think. I even broke my invincible man! Not to mention my dear sister having to come to my house in crutches! Got ran over by a car going to buy me a card! Silly cookie , I love you. I love all you guys. You made my life worth living through my rough times in Irvine. I am eternally grateful for that, and for all of you. Thank you for being there for me. I miss you all terribly.

There are plenty of other things I miss from the UK. To name them all would be silly and a waste of time, but a few things include proper chocolate, the British sense of humour, the many accents you hear daily just walking down the street, Chris Moyles and Scott Mills’s radio shows and Scottish 20 pound notes. But the thing that gets to me daily? My family and friends. I miss them intensely with each passing day, and hope that I will see them all soon.
I remember my first week in Canada. I so badly wanted to hate it, but I didn’t. I wanted to tell my parents what a horrible, life ruining decision they had made although they hadn’t. All I wanted was to just go home, but I couldn’t.

Home.

What is home? A place you know well? Where you live? Or is it just another funny word you find in the English dictionary? I can’t remember when or where I saw it, but one day, just hanging on a little sign above a cooker somewhere were the words: ‘Home is where your story begins’. It was on that day that I decided Canada could never be my home. Who was I kidding? It was just where I lived now, no biggie. I wasn’t born there, I didn’t even know anyone there. I was an immigrant. Canada was just a word, a name. It meant almost nothing to me.

And then school started. I was dreading it. It was a Wednesday, the 16th of April to be exact. I remember because my birthday was on the Sunday. I was hoping to make friends, maybe have a birthday party, but I knew I was pushing my luck just thinking about it. I hated that feeling, walking through the snake pit. I’d asked for a ‘buddy’. Someone to help me. Past experiences at British schools had taught me that you couldn’t make it through high school on your own. I had that same attitude, even in Canada. Sitting in Dr Lupart’s office, I was shaking. Scared stiff. It was about 8:10 in the morning, and school wouldn’t start for another 5 minutes.