<?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-29711733</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:36:35.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating life as I know it....                                             Roo Taylor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-6327172394891051792</id><published>2007-07-10T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:24:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou for the..</title><content type='html'>Dear mr God. &lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for the..&lt;br /&gt;Loving and encouraging Godly fiance&lt;br /&gt;Friends that you have given me&lt;br /&gt;For the encouragement to keep going &lt;br /&gt;For the song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For the degree&lt;br /&gt;For this time of rest&lt;br /&gt;For the opportunities to help those in need&lt;br /&gt;For the job to come&lt;br /&gt;For somewhere to sleep&lt;br /&gt;For the continued blessing it is to be part of and serve in my church&lt;br /&gt;For the air in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;For the world that you made &lt;br /&gt;For the family that you gave.&lt;br /&gt;For these and more I am greatful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-6327172394891051792?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6327172394891051792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=6327172394891051792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/6327172394891051792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/6327172394891051792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/thankyou-for.html' title='Thankyou for the..'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-7580588457217116541</id><published>2007-02-21T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:24:25.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>Since I was 7 i've wanted to be a physiotherapist.&lt;br /&gt;How does someone decide there life so young? At the time it seemed so obviously that God had told me. I wish he still talked to me so clearly or at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding physio, I've always been really proactive in seeking out the next step. &lt;br /&gt;When i was 14 i wrote to weston hospital asking to do work experience but they said i was too young and to reapply when i was older - they took me a year later. I then blagged work experience through friends at 2 other hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;I got told by the careers advisor that i would never get into any uni particularly any of the top 3 which she labelled as cardiff uwe or nottingham. Strangely as she said it i decided that those were the ones I wanted to get into. &lt;br /&gt;After applying somehow I got into uni. My personal tutor was the hockey teacher so I taught hockey for the year 7's, and being hockey captin and with going to the pub in pe alevel lessons it ended up that I got good friends with her. She did my reference and gave me the predicted grades i needed. I then had a car accident and got my head of year to write to my universitys to persuade them to have me.&lt;br /&gt;Some how i got offers of BBCC and BCCD despite the AAB labelled on the website - these were from the supposed top 3. HA. &lt;br /&gt;Depite missing my biology grade most exceptionally they let me in..I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Some may say I just knew the right people and the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am in my final year. Probably a rubbish degree classification but with firsts in every placement. Ther's now hardly any jobs. Waiting has always been an issue for me and apparently its too early to apply. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently all I need is a mustards seeds worth of faith.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want it so much? Because of something i felt nearly 14 years ago? Apparently you shouldnt rely on feelings anyway - bollocks. What else is there to rely on? Oh yeah thats what faith is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-7580588457217116541?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7580588457217116541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=7580588457217116541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/7580588457217116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/7580588457217116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2007/02/uncomfortable.html' title='uncomfortable'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-4100517138868358279</id><published>2006-12-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:54:03.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend you will stay to me..What ever else were going to be</title><content type='html'>A kiss without commitment's&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower without the rain&lt;br /&gt;It only leads to pain&lt;br /&gt;And it fills my heart with emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Your touch without commitment's&lt;br /&gt;Like a calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;The tears are starting to form in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed you I was curious&lt;br /&gt;The child that I was&lt;br /&gt;I never realised I would love you so&lt;br /&gt;And in the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;I was swept to the side&lt;br /&gt;And I saw your heart&lt;br /&gt;So small and tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical is fine&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot avoid the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an express train&lt;br /&gt;As I surge towards the mountains&lt;br /&gt;I am certain as I'm livin'&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do this again&lt;br /&gt;We're much too greater friends&lt;br /&gt;To play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed you it was&lt;br /&gt;Everything I dreamed it would be&lt;br /&gt;But I never dreamed it would mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;And our friendship is too valuable to carelessly lose&lt;br /&gt;So today I choose&lt;br /&gt;To really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica your heart is&lt;br /&gt;Like a newly budding rose&lt;br /&gt;Expanding as she grows&lt;br /&gt;Your petals have been bruised&lt;br /&gt;But you have so much love to give&lt;br /&gt;And it's so beautiful to see&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful to me, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;I believed it wouldn't get in the way&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay your friend and have it fine&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping that our God can make great things of our lives&lt;br /&gt;His love survives&lt;br /&gt;The greatest struggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica your gate is open, nothing in your way&lt;br /&gt;A friend you'll always stay to me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else we're gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;Please make sure..a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll always stay to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-4100517138868358279?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4100517138868358279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=4100517138868358279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/4100517138868358279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/4100517138868358279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/12/friend-you-will-stay-to-mewhat-ever.html' title='A friend you will stay to me..What ever else were going to be'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-7172645272685193849</id><published>2006-10-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:44:19.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean girls, part 1</title><content type='html'>Mum:Why are my tribal vases under the sink?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Mum:This is the fertility vase of the umbabelly tribe, does that mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:No&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:Great, all my friends hate me and now my mum hates me&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Your mum does not hate you, she’s afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;Dad:I dunno, Maybe we mainstreamed schooled you too early, maybe you should come back and be home schooled for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:No the only thing worse than going back will be not going back&lt;br /&gt;Dad:How bad is it going to be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:Remember when we saw those lions fighting over the warthog carkcasis? &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the warthog.&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Your not a warthog, you’re a lion.&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on your studies for a while, &lt;br /&gt;You are still an excellent student right?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie: yeahhhh, I need you to sign my callculous paper.&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cadie:Im failing.&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Hmmm okk.Sighhhhh. You are.., what do they call it, grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmers: ‘she pushed her in front of a bus’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-7172645272685193849?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7172645272685193849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=7172645272685193849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/7172645272685193849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/7172645272685193849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/mean-girls-part-1.html' title='Mean girls, part 1'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-3765809975015344886</id><published>2006-09-23T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:43:21.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving me for me</title><content type='html'>Stripped of all make up, &lt;br /&gt;no need for fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;No cover ups, push ups&lt;br /&gt;With him, I dont have to put on a show.&lt;br /&gt;He loves every freckle,&lt;br /&gt;every curve, &lt;br /&gt;every inch of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling me entirely,&lt;br /&gt;taking all of me in.&lt;br /&gt;Hes real, hes honest.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally he's there for me.&lt;br /&gt;But the best quality thats hookin me,&lt;br /&gt;Is that hes loving me for me.&lt;br /&gt;He saved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-3765809975015344886?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3765809975015344886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=3765809975015344886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/3765809975015344886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/3765809975015344886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/loving-me-for-me.html' title='loving me for me'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-2729326672685462514</id><published>2006-09-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:04:28.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand NEW soap opera!</title><content type='html'>Its been suggested that the 'Trendlewood' 'CD' 'TD' patch could be discribed as the next Ramsey Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-2729326672685462514?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2729326672685462514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=2729326672685462514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/2729326672685462514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/2729326672685462514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/brand-new-soap-opera.html' title='Brand NEW soap opera!'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115735857439047234</id><published>2006-09-04T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:29:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1947.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian in the presidents chair :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The happy beautiful louise and mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sandrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1917.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ian at Mark and lou's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1895.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mums birthday meal, wed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115735857439047234?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115735857439047234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115735857439047234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735857439047234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735857439047234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115735730277165820</id><published>2006-09-04T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:19:06.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo's 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ruth and Sammie. The last night out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation - bloated bellies due to lack of protien in the diet of children under 10. Ana and Quami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/RSCN1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/RSCN1771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/RSCN1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/RSCN1886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Water. No longer a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1696.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6 girls, 6 motorbiles.aii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1805.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hippo, canoeing down the black volta into berkina faso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sleeping on the roof under the stars with the mozi nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1714.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1714.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 people in a pick up truck.How to get a pick up truck to start..hotwire the 2 free wires under the stearing wheel. Get two people to push. Start the engine..50 tries later. Jump in and go..for how long who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115735730277165820?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115735730277165820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115735730277165820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735730277165820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735730277165820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos-2.html' title='photo&apos;s 2'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115735621807977358</id><published>2006-09-04T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:20:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHoto's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our window..baboon after stealing my hoody actually trying to get in. Locked the door. hmmm jubious lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Barrells on, next sheep and goats, next humans. 2 hours later we leave :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1627.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sunset overlooking our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/1600/DSCN1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/DSCN1599.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;elephants at mole national park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115735621807977358?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115735621807977358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115735621807977358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735621807977358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735621807977358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos.html' title='PHoto&apos;s'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115735557947619620</id><published>2006-09-04T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:39:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've been back.</title><content type='html'>Freezing weather - Got a cold off the air conditioning on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Hot water - Good showers, Burnt my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Toilets -woooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotics - yes i went to the doctors!&lt;br /&gt;Rich food and plenty of it at lou and Mark's wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;New house - moving.&lt;br /&gt;Everythings constant expense.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Photo's - scratched one cd and lost 300. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Still no fish in the tank.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Becca engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best mates together.&lt;br /&gt;Family news.&lt;br /&gt;What didn't happen in 5 weeks whilst I was away?!&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls, Emails and Texts whenever,wherever.&lt;br /&gt;Danny - So was it a life changing experience?&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home. Wherever that is. &lt;br /&gt;But best of all I get to see the one thing I really missed...&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115735557947619620?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115735557947619620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115735557947619620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735557947619620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115735557947619620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/since-ive-been-back.html' title='Since I&apos;ve been back.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115645808271279585</id><published>2006-08-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:21:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Amazing week...&lt;br /&gt;End of placement at hospital! :(&lt;br /&gt;Travelling up north - 6 girls!&lt;br /&gt;Elephants n a crock, stealing baboons, lots of animal at the national park&lt;br /&gt;Pick up tucks - yes 32 people can fit in one! beat that!&lt;br /&gt;Travel Travel&lt;br /&gt;sleeping under stars&lt;br /&gt;Hippo santurary&lt;br /&gt;Canoe&lt;br /&gt;Berkino Faso!!&lt;br /&gt;32 hour trip back&lt;br /&gt;Swollen legs - my trainers didnt fit on!Issues.Bitten to sreds!&lt;br /&gt;3 days till i come home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115645808271279585?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115645808271279585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115645808271279585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115645808271279585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115645808271279585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115565306919216560</id><published>2006-08-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:15:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of fun</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;Taxi to Accra (cracracra)&lt;br /&gt;TroTro to Hoehoi&lt;br /&gt;Taste lodge hotel&lt;br /&gt;3 hr wait for a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with katia. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Up at 6.30&lt;br /&gt;drive to the waterfalls. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Got to the Willi water falls. Man 'You go to water falls' Me: No we want to climb the mountain. Man:NoNo its impossible, you cant get there. Random other man: I can take you on the back of my truck' Me: sounds cool, we can pay you some. Taxi. &lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the mountain&lt;br /&gt;864m&lt;br /&gt;Climb, keep breathing, 1 hr later..highest point in Ghana.&lt;br /&gt;WOW - haze, rainforest, waterfalls, togo (where?).&lt;br /&gt;down the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Katia slipping.&lt;br /&gt;30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Swam under the water fall.AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;TroTro to Hoehoi&lt;br /&gt;TroTro to Hoe, 1 hr. &lt;br /&gt;Freedom hotel.30,00cds. Swimming pool and breakfast included. 2 pounds. REALLY do GTLABOT. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sleep,Up.TroTro&lt;br /&gt;Kentee weaveras - made bit of scalf!Was actually pretty good. Must be my surname!&lt;br /&gt;TroTro&lt;br /&gt;Taxi&lt;br /&gt;EcoVillage..Also known as Hippy land. &lt;br /&gt;WOW..So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Lake volta, sunset, mountains, guitar, drums, Food, Beer.&lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl want?...her boyfriend..miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Severe Belly pains. Dizzy. Sick. Poo (just incase u wanted to know)&lt;br /&gt;Cant go home...&lt;br /&gt;Do we have enough money to stay another night...literally just about! Praise God. &lt;br /&gt;RingRing..Im ill were staying another night. &lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;better?kinda&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the lake with matt and katia.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, Fresh fruit and eggs (Eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs..they really do love them)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go on a walk up mountain..'ok' 'might help me feel better' &lt;br /&gt;Set off in shorts and flipflops.&lt;br /&gt;Grass a metre above my head.&lt;br /&gt;Slashing it with a slasher to make a path&lt;br /&gt;umm yeah were climbing up there..umm okkk...&lt;br /&gt;Up we go&lt;br /&gt;2 mountains in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;More like rock climbing without ropes and a dodgy belly. &lt;br /&gt;Top..can there be anymore beautiful sites..&lt;br /&gt;Not enough money for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Taxi. &lt;br /&gt;No trotro to Accra..&lt;br /&gt;Trotro to kpong&lt;br /&gt;Kpong...so very hungy. &lt;br /&gt;Rice for 10,000.&lt;br /&gt;Trotro from kpong to Accra.&lt;br /&gt;Rice can make you ill??Are you serious.&lt;br /&gt;Tummyache. &lt;br /&gt;Accra.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough money to get back to Teshie..&lt;br /&gt;TroTro to osu.&lt;br /&gt;This is o su?&lt;br /&gt;welll...its half an hrs walk away really init..&lt;br /&gt;Chucked out the trotro..&lt;br /&gt;Walking..tummy pain. &lt;br /&gt;O Su. &lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;TroTro.&lt;br /&gt;Walking..&lt;br /&gt;Finally home!&lt;br /&gt;And Finally I got to talk to Ian and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;As once of my fav books says..&lt;br /&gt;Peace at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115565306919216560?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115565306919216560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115565306919216560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115565306919216560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115565306919216560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-of-fun.html' title='A weekend of fun'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115565033748648452</id><published>2006-08-15T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:25:41.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it cus I'm White.</title><content type='html'>Abroni Abroni How are you? &lt;em&gt;'I am fine' 'How are you?' &lt;/em&gt;I am fine&lt;br /&gt;5 year old girl: Runs up to me rubbing my skin to see if the white comes off.&lt;br /&gt;7 year old girl: (clumsy ruth drops 200 cds ((1p)). She runs into the gutter to pick it out for me through all the sewage.&lt;br /&gt;30 year old man: I love you, i adore you, your curves are so beautiful *ughhhh shivers, minginnnn*, *pukes in my mouth*&lt;br /&gt;60 year old woman (after a treatment session with me): Starts crying because she thought she was gradually going to get worse and die. 'I'm so lucky, its Gods grace that brought you to me today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every age: Everyone stares constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Sellers: You want this, You buy this. &lt;br /&gt;Children: Give me 50,000.&lt;br /&gt;Old people:Disaproving glares.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: 'Why dont you speak our languages, we speak yours' &lt;br /&gt;Taxi drivers: Double the prices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like being treated any different just because I have a different skin colour, or because of my skin they think I have loads of money. Some of it is because they respect you. Some is because they think we have a better way of life. They think there life will be better in England and most males propose so they can come over to England with you, but for the majority as soon as they get in a taxi in England they will be bankrupt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres alot you could say..some stuns you to silence, some is really saddening. Nothings always going to be good. But you know it COULDNT be the same in England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115565033748648452?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115565033748648452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115565033748648452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115565033748648452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115565033748648452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-cus-im-white.html' title='Is it cus I&apos;m White.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115558957314927013</id><published>2006-08-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:00:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placement</title><content type='html'>My first placement is in Bristol general, I'll be around for freshers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115558957314927013?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115558957314927013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115558957314927013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115558957314927013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115558957314927013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/placement.html' title='Placement'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115496545785402834</id><published>2006-08-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:52:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An experience</title><content type='html'>Today I was sent to see a patient on ITU. Apparently all other volunteers have fainted who have been on there. &lt;br /&gt;As i walked in the heat hit me. I went over to the patients bed and he looked very ill. The wall had coffee and vomit stains on it and the floor was muddy. The bed was very low, with floral sheets and a rusty frame to it. The frame almost looked like scafolding, tied with rope.Hmm. I picked up his notes and starting reading through. Aspiration Pnemonia, two severe strokes with a GCS of 6/15 apparently &lt;em&gt;improving&lt;/em&gt; to 4/15 in 2 days...ummmmmm you mean detioriating. I looked up confuessed and looked round the ward. There was a patient going to the toilet with no curtian drawed. I looked back down at the notes. Right ok.. The man had obviously lost alot of weight and was dehydrated. I had been sent to do passive movements. At least they were kind of thinking along the lines of palitive care.  His GCS had that day dropped to 2/15. As i looked down i saw a nasal phalangeal tube in his nose attached with a plaster. Hmm.. As I put on my latex gloves (which I'm allergic to - nice) I started to carry out the passive movements. I could tell this patient didn't have long to live.He wouldn't be alive in England. Who decides when life ends? As i walked away I felt tears in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I went to wash my hands. No water. Perfect. I Was glad I had put on my itchy gloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115496545785402834?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115496545785402834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115496545785402834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115496545785402834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115496545785402834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/experience.html' title='An experience'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115496449090384612</id><published>2006-08-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:28:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua</title><content type='html'>Last week i treated a boy called Joshua who's friends pushed him into a ditch sewage gutter. He's 5. He sustained 2 fractures to his tibia and had it repaired with surgery. When I went to see him he was really friendly and really cute but very scared of moving his leg. He cried and cried and screamed and I had to distract him by talking about football and all sorts - fun fun with a language barrier too. I managed to calm him down and explain the importance of moving his knee in kidie language - my normal language.hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Today i went back to see him and he had full range of movement and walked up and down the ward. &lt;br /&gt;Physio with kids is all about being fun, friendly and beign able to gain their trust. &lt;br /&gt;I bought him some biscuits today - it was going to be persuasion to do some physio but seeing as he was doing so well I left him with them as I wrote up his notes by the side of his bed. &lt;br /&gt;He opened the packet with his teeth and proceeded to walk around the whole of the childrens ward offering staff and kids one. There was just one left for him to have.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the highlights of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115496449090384612?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115496449090384612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115496449090384612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115496449090384612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115496449090384612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/joshua.html' title='Joshua'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115462483984428828</id><published>2006-08-03T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:12:42.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember of the day.</title><content type='html'>Remember of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Every mistake is a chance for a new beginging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Please pray for my friend on my team who has maleria and a kidney infection..bless her. Also for protection for the rest of us as she was on malerone - the drug that I and alot of others are on. We have to take it every day and are really bad at remembering.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.i dont have a phone anymore so dont try to ring or text. It got stolen. &lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s. I had 4 marriage proposals in 20 minutes with no effort and no inappropraite clothing or even talking to them. Disclaimer:For those who get a BIT competative you might not want to try this(welllll you know who you are really don't you...bless you..lol bit special (missing the catchphrases a wee bit really aint i, well gtlabot)). &lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s.s. i miss ian and probably everyone else...lol.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s.s.s.The end..x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115462483984428828?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115462483984428828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115462483984428828' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115462483984428828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115462483984428828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/08/remember-of-day.html' title='Remember of the day.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115437129062958377</id><published>2006-07-31T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:41:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High, Low.</title><content type='html'>Today my high was that I got to work in paediatrics with the 0 - 2 year olds. The physio just let me get on with it and i was singing and playing and stretching and cuddling the babies with cerebral palsy. I loved it so much. They were so greatful and I taught them splinting and how to look after their babies at home. Was so awesome. I get to spend the rest of the week there now because they said I did well. Woooooooohoooooo. Also its my friend Emilys birthday who is here in Ghana today! woop!22 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My low for today was that I fell down a sewer ditch and hurt my leg and it smelt, I was so embaressed. Also I don't know where i put my phone. Sigh. Its probably under my all my soggy clothes which are on my bed.Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have decided that I have learnt that life is like a toilet roll..you are lucky if you have some and luckier if theres a light and the toilet flushes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115437129062958377?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115437129062958377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115437129062958377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115437129062958377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115437129062958377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/high-low.html' title='High, Low.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115429283440617284</id><published>2006-07-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:55:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week I have learnt...</title><content type='html'>I've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper.The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that money doesn't buy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that God rested on the 7th day so he could take a step back and marvell at what he made..because it REALLY is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've learnt...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt...that theres always more learning to do.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115429283440617284?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115429283440617284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115429283440617284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115429283440617284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115429283440617284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-week-i-have-learnt.html' title='This week I have learnt...'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115429250632985278</id><published>2006-07-30T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:48:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>police experiences</title><content type='html'>a) trotro being pulled over. No license..hmm 100,000 slipped under. On you go sir. &lt;br /&gt;B) Went to crockodile sanctury. Well they padlocked us in unless we paid 15,000. I asked why..and then said, ' isit cus i is white' in a true bris accent and they said yes.&lt;br /&gt;c)Taxi driver pulled over, because he wanted to meet a white person and saw us in the taxi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115429250632985278?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115429250632985278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115429250632985278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115429250632985278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115429250632985278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/police-experiences_30.html' title='police experiences'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115393099012684523</id><published>2006-07-26T09:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:23:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thoughts inside my head in Ghana..part 2.</title><content type='html'>It's always an awesome and sometimes emotional as you go through the poorest towns with just a shack for a house and no roof. There are women walking down the road carrying massive bowls on their heads knocking on your window asking if you want fruit and water.The children run up to you if you are stuck in traffic and wipe your arms asking if they can have skin like yours and asking if it comes off.&lt;br /&gt; Today we were on the way to placement. We went down a busy road, probably as busy as fishponds road where i used to live, but it was a dirt track. &lt;br /&gt;There was 4 children of about 2 and a 1/2 playing in white pants on the very side of the road. A big trotro bus (like a crazy megabus with as many people crammed into it as actually possible..definatly beaten any record we set) came past and swerved missing them by about an inch. &lt;br /&gt;No parents were to be seen and no one fluttered an eyelid. Then i looked up at the house and it said, ' relax, don't worry', the next house said, ' don't rush' and the next one said ' By god's grace.'&lt;br /&gt;I love it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noticing so many differences in the culture but some of the smallest things hit me the hardest, or I love the most..Sometimes I find myself wondering into my dorm or the toilet, just to have a think or pray and contemplate what I've seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115393099012684523?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115393099012684523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115393099012684523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115393099012684523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115393099012684523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts-inside-my-head-in-ghanapart-2.html' title='The thoughts inside my head in Ghana..part 2.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115393031366215137</id><published>2006-07-26T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:11:53.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside my head in Ghana, part 1.</title><content type='html'>Today we were arguing about the cost of a taxi to oh-sui which is one of the local towns. We always pay 35 cedi's and he wanted 40 cedi's. Its just a matter of principle that you don't pay more than normal for a trip, especially when you do the trip so often. &lt;br /&gt;Then I started day dreaming and thought about it..5 cedi's is actually 5p..I agreed and got in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115393031366215137?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115393031366215137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115393031366215137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115393031366215137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115393031366215137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/inside-my-head-in-ghana-part-1_26.html' title='Inside my head in Ghana, part 1.'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115355684565166806</id><published>2006-07-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:27:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amusement</title><content type='html'>Today me and Ian were looking at some of the new pictures in the spare room. &lt;br /&gt;There was one of a Toucan. Ian thought it was a pelican.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115355684565166806?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115355684565166806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115355684565166806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115355684565166806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115355684565166806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/amusement.html' title='amusement'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115343656787124354</id><published>2006-07-20T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:02:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 hours and counting</title><content type='html'>With 36 hours to go till Im on my way to Ghana you would think I would be pretty much ready..&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very cool but very wierd day..&lt;br /&gt;+I woke up from the best sleep I remember having in absolutely ages by my Mum jumping into my room thinking i was late for the hairdressers - I really wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;+I had alot of hair chopped off :/ &lt;br /&gt;+I still haven't started my packing.&lt;br /&gt;+I spent 5 hours with my Grandma even though i knew i had soo much to do. I just really could not be bothered to walk home so I figured I would just wait till my mum was driving past.&lt;br /&gt;+My Grandma was asking me what I wanted in my future.&lt;br /&gt;+I saw Ian today for the first time since he got his head shaved off for charity.I couldn't even hug him to start with because he looked so different..it felt like I was cheating on Ian. It was very wierd.&lt;br /&gt;+I had a BBQ with Ian and we didnt burn anything.&lt;br /&gt;+I started my prayer journal&lt;br /&gt;+I had to give Ian's phone back..I now have Jonnie's old one.&lt;br /&gt;+I started missing Ian whilst I was with him..like anticipation that I was going to miss him (and then I remembered having a conversation with a friend at uni about that feeling..wahhh wierdd.)&lt;br /&gt;+My biggest concern is that my plane ticket still hasn't arrived via Email..this could potentially being a major problem..&lt;br /&gt;+My biggest thanks of the day is that God is still providing funds and my Boyfriend and family are prayed with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+After so many ends and beginings and wierdness I still feel pretty peaceful. Perhaps it's me not realising what I'm actually doing..but more likely..God is good and changing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115343656787124354?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115343656787124354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115343656787124354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115343656787124354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115343656787124354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/36-hours-and-counting_20.html' title='36 hours and counting'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115309421332446035</id><published>2006-07-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:56:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am accepted in Christ</title><content type='html'>I am God's child (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's Friend (John 15:15)&lt;br /&gt;I have been justified (Romans 5:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the lord and one with him in spirit ( 1 Corinthians 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;I have been bought at a price and i belong to christ ( 1 Corinthians 6:20)&lt;br /&gt;I am a memeber of christ's body (1 Corinthians 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint ( Ephesians 1:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted as God's child (Ephesians 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;I have direct access to God through the holy spirit ( Ephesians 2:18)&lt;br /&gt;I have been redeemed and forgiven of all my sins ( Colossians 1:14)&lt;br /&gt;I am complete in Christ (Colossians 2:10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115309421332446035?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115309421332446035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115309421332446035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115309421332446035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115309421332446035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-accepted-in-christ.html' title='I am accepted in Christ'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115292443589610138</id><published>2006-07-14T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:47:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the sand</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i returned from 4 days down in devon at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;One day I had just been in the sea for a surf and I was walking back up to where my stuff was.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking down at the sand as I walked. I was thinking about some things which have been on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;There calved into the sand was a verse. &lt;br /&gt;The words were so perfectly and neatly calved. There was not one grain of sand out of place, each letter was perfectly formed. The writing was so clear, it was difficult to see how it could have been done with your finger or even a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come unto me, all those that are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115292443589610138?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115292443589610138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115292443589610138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115292443589610138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115292443589610138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/into-sand.html' title='Into the sand'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115232168383303877</id><published>2006-07-07T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:48:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/florida%20etc%20134.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/320/florida%20etc%20134.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my mum and her photography..Top suffering and Stop suffering..Bit of a difference. However..This church has definatly come up with an orginal way of inviting people into the church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/29711733-115232168383303877?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115232168383303877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115232168383303877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115232168383303877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115232168383303877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/stop-suffering.html' title='Stop Suffering'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115228321803265388</id><published>2006-07-07T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:40:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last week</title><content type='html'>In the last week..&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.Paul and Jenny.Clevedon with Paul.A crazy chicken screaching which my brothers and Dad were chasing round, just as mark arrives.Bit of airport, bristol to edinburghh.Plane, excessive sweets and good convo.Katies house.Roast dinner - well probably shouldnt have had so many sweets really.Bit of football.Chatting.Family.Chatting.Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church.Boiling.BBQ.Sarah, CK,Roo.Football.Getting ready.Bus.Bar - such good drinks. Sarah, Baxta, Jude.Bit of chav club (not actually chavvy).Trainspotting soundtrack eat your heart out.Fried mars bar - and i would walk ten thousand miles..only for it to be closed :-( lol.banta.Taxi.Pasta,Talking.4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of oversleeping.That place where they filmed divinchi code.Edinburgh center.TGI - extreme burger.Tour bus!Museum - punk rocker.Chocolate liquore.Walking. Tourbus.Needy, needy. Pictures.Walking.Castle - well what barrier?Bus.Thai salmon.Sarah,Simon,Katie,Parents,Willioommm, bye bye.Car.Airport.Banter. Plane.Luggage. My house. Ian CK,Sparky, Jonnie. Byebye- sadness.Bed.Thoughts.Sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15 - alarm set for.6.45 wake up.7.15 bus from colston hall.Welll made it with 5 mins to spare. Because you have actually got to love a bit of that, do you really? Yes you do ACTUALLY got to love a bit of that.3 and quarter hours later..London. Shopping. Ian and Roo. Tubes.Map. Piccadilly. Lunch..ohhh very nice. Phantom of the opera.Trafalgar square.Walking.Frappertino.Green park.Shopping.Happiness.Tubes.Megabus station.Afro Dave and Emma.James from primary school.Bus home.Cuddles. Car.Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wooo.Presents.Ian.Parents. Jonnie. Pizza lunch in garden.Fishponds.BBQ.Champaigne.lush Presents from all the girlies.Fun.Hugs.Meat.Car.Roo's Massage palour - sooo TD.Really do got to love a bit of presents.Excitment.Roobar.Helen.Jess.Nick.Presents.Drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Roo next to roobar -what a palavour, what a performance.Henry Africas.Raspberry Daccari.Awesome day.Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.Jonnie. Home.Physio.Fishponds.Time with Nay. Chinese with kim,ames and nay on a wickle table.Night out. Bars.Good chats, good times.Emily drove.Scrambled egg@3am.Mean girls. Sleeping at Ames's.Good chats.Happy birthday Kim number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's birthday lunch. when i say lunch i mean practically the whole day. Bit of mexican.good chats, good times. Saved. Fast and Furious 1 and 2. Yes i can pull off wearing a tee towel out.lol.CK the hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spa day.Hot tub.Sauna.Plunge pool. Steam room.Relax and repeat.Nay, Holly, Ames, Kim and the girls.More catch up. Relaxation :-) Football- stress :-( BBQ - home made beef burgers, ribs and chicken. sooo good. I have never?well really?sigh. Good chats. Good wine. Good food. Amazing people. Chill.CK's.Fast furious 3. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.Katie n roo chats.Church. God speaks through Andrew.5th level of the school. Arnt you supposed to be in Africa..well not yet. bless you. CK's. Home. Taunton. Window down all the way, so hot. Ian's. Picnic. Seven sister.Cuddles. Chats. Laughs. Ian's.Movie time.Byebye.Drove to nailsea.bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Off to woolacombe till thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you Really Really do have to love the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115228321803265388?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115228321803265388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115228321803265388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115228321803265388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115228321803265388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-last-week.html' title='In the last week'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115228315618679973</id><published>2006-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:39:16.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 2</title><content type='html'>Current mood:  good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A good listner, give of the gab, Maturity, complimentary, sporty, arty, rugged, smart, Wisdom, Safety, Authority, Fun, Spontaneous, Extravert, Quiet but wise, Romantic, playful, wit, class, intelligence, goodlooking, volunteer, musically talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some qualities that could be said to be 'attractive' in the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason I think girlie movies can be unhelpful is because they make characters with as many 'perfect' qualities that woman find attractive into one male.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;A volunteer fireman who is a primary school teacher and sports coach in his spare time who buys you lillies and takes you out to a picnic on the beach which he has previously prepared [which is gormay because of the night cooking clases he has been taking]. He then listens to you all night coming up with perls of wisdom and witty jokes while giving you an insite into his life whilst sitting there looking rugged and hansom. He then excorts you home on a horse and kisses you goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;This is an exageration but it shows how a movie can create a 'perfect guy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives woman an unrealistic expectation of there boyfriend or husband. Its not that there boyfriend or husband doesnt try to be romantic but how can you live up to a hollywood movie which is aimed to woo as many woman as possible. It stops women from being shocked and pleasantly suprised and instead makes them have a certain amount of expectation for this treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience its the watching of lots of girlie films causing the merger of these male actors characteristics which leads to even more of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;For example: one film has a guy who is witty and talkative while another film has a character who is quiet and wise. A girl watches both of these films and comes out with the expectation of all of these qualities in her future partner. This is entirely unhelpful and unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;God has given us all different gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Praise him for what God has given your boyfriend or girlfriend or brothers and sisters in christ. Dwell on these and compliment them on there gifts. Pray for them to have increased giftings. Most of all, don't compare men to a hollywood fiction because the men found in films are fiction. Its not real.&lt;br /&gt;I think its unhelpful to watch these things because these fictional characters dont have flaws. This is unrealisitc as we all have flaws because we live in a fallen world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;[Anything written in this blog is a generalisation of the way I see things based on many girls and movies, not specifically my likes or dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has nothing specifically to do with my relationship.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115228315618679973?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115228315618679973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115228315618679973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115228315618679973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115228315618679973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/07/reason-2.html' title='Reason 2'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29711733.post-115070365961961140</id><published>2006-06-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:54:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/awake.gif" align="absmiddle" /&gt; awake                                                                                          Movies are great, I love them so much, me and my house mate Holly so often curl up and watch movies. If I'm happy, if I'm sad, its good times.&lt;br /&gt;But why do we love them so much?&lt;br /&gt;Are there draw backs to watching chick flicks?&lt;br /&gt;This is something i have been thinking alot about recently.&lt;br /&gt;I have come across some reasons why to not to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reason one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first negative point is that we become desensitized to what we see and hear. We get caught up in the humour or love story that we dont even notice the sexual innuendos that are being shown. We open our hearts up and it seeps into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 6:45&lt;br /&gt;" The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart , and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored in his heart"&lt;br /&gt;Everything we choose to take in through your mind can be stored up in your heart, and it is your heart that determines the direction you will take and the choices you will make in the future when you are confronted with a choice.&lt;br /&gt;If you fill your heart with images of sexually compromising comments, situations then you will become desenitized to this in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Some say that you should only watch programs that you wouldnt mind telling someone you have watched. I however know as i try to strive further to become a more godly woman that even some programs like friends or some movies will no longer be watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say tuned for reason 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29711733-115070365961961140?l=surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115070365961961140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29711733&amp;postID=115070365961961140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115070365961961140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29711733/posts/default/115070365961961140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfingkangaroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>Roo Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819190657444511155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7513/3172/640/edinburgh%20081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
