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		<title>A passion of a Carla</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 00:11:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carla</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://carlamaree.com/blog/a-passion-of-a-carla/"><img align="left" hspace="5" width="150" height="150" src="http://carlamaree.com/wp-content/plugins/thumbnail-for-excerpts/tfe_no_thumb.png" class="alignleft wp-post-image tfe" alt="" title="" /></a>TweetShare No im not going religious on you &#8230; just a short blog entry about something I realised recently. Sometime I just realise that its the small things that never change about a person. Maybe its true, just like a leopard does not change its spots; my passions never go away. This week I got [...]]]></description>
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	<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/buzz/api/button.js"></script></div></div><p>No im not going religious on you &#8230; just a short blog entry about something I realised recently.</p>
<p>Sometime I just realise that its the small things that never change about a person. Maybe its true, just like a leopard does not change its spots; my passions never go away. This week I got back into basketball; aside from the fact that at several points during the training session I thought I was going to have a heart attack (Im THAT unhealthy) I really enjoyed being back on the court.</p>
<p>I slowly remember my basketball past. Starting when I was 8 in Australia &#8211; learning the very basic, moving onto Gozo where I trained religiously with the Gozo mens team and developed some serious skill. The follow year I played for the female team in Gozo. All i used to do was basketball, I used to miss Math class because I would stay playing basketball &#8216;overtime&#8217; after my lunch break. When social activities were on at school I used to sneak through the hole in the barbed wire fencing behind our school that led to the gym &#8211; where I used to meet up with all the highschool truants to have a quick game. At this point I had also been offered a scholarship to go to a basketball camp in the US. I didnt go because my parents werent to fond of the idea and I dont really blame them.</p>
<p>The next year bought on my under 19&#8242;s Malta national team experience, which saw me training 7 days a week right through summer.  The competitions in Cyprus where like a dream come true; wake up train, go home eat, go play a game. For 5 days I was living a dream. A tiring but brilliant experience. The next year saw me playing with a Maltese womens team. Training was awesome but by this time &#8216;education&#8217; kicked in and I made the decision that it was time to focus on school not just sports.</p>
<p>Now 7 years later Im back in the game&#8230; and loving it. Yes training was difficult but Ive still got by thing, being on court just gave me an unknown feeling of liberation. Ive missed it so much my one and only love &#8211; basketball&#8230; and baby Im back <img src='http://carlamaree.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  I will now be dedicating a lot of time to focusing on my technique and observing the competition out there. Cant wait to get back to where I used to be.</p>
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		<title>Pathetic Piece of Perfection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 22:35:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carla</dc:creator>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">It has just come to my very short attention span that there are such things called UggaUgga’s and Laydee’s. These specimens exist on the Sliema promenade usually in the late afternoon/evening. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">Let me elaborate: an UggaUgga can best be described as a horny guy, (ok ok normal so far right?) yes, <span> </span>a guy who thinks that it is so absolutely cool t o go pick up whilst ‘pretending’ to do some exercise. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">There are different calibre of UggaUgga’s: UggaUgga, who actually do exercise and check out women and the smarter UggaUgga’s specimen who gets out there and woo laydee’s whilst pretending to conduct very important business on their mobile phones – we’ll call this the ‘extended office UggaUgga’ </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">Now let’s be honest in reality the UggaUgga race is overall quite a smart specimen, considering the environment and laydee’s attire within this location. Yes an UggaUgga can get a very good idea of the condition of the laydee; firstly by walking towards the laydee one can get the full frontal view – in other words &#8211; does the laydee have saggy tits? And then strategically by changing direction, getting the opposite view in other words – does the laydee have a perky butt? </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">With this information at hand the UggaUgga can then decide whether it is time to make ‘the move’ by turning around to full frontal view again and whilst approaching the ladyee – make – WAIT FOR IT (totally a HIMYM steal)&#8230;eye contact. Once this step has been established an UggaUgga is pretty proud of himself and walks home and tells everyone the next day that he got laid!</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; color: #000000; font-size: small;">Such a sad species now come to think of it!</span></p>
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