<?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-7425071241473722461</id><updated>2011-12-12T15:35:37.844-08:00</updated><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Melbourne Baby'/><category term='PCD'/><category term='Crazy little thing called love'/><category term='Tale of an 18 year old gal'/><category term='Wan&apos;t - can&apos;t get (yet)'/><category term='Wan&apos;t - gonna get (ASAP)'/><category term='Fun stuff :)'/><category term='Star of the week'/><title type='text'>The Crazy Thoughts of a not so Crazy Teenager</title><subtitle type='html'>me talking about life, love and everything in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4687283556636431356</id><published>2010-04-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:25:18.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale of an 18 year old gal'/><title type='text'>A Tale Of An 18 Year Old Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;So, it's been a long time since I have posted anything and that is because school takes up a lot of my time and that is considering the fact that I am hating school - almost done, but the last couple of days that are left are the hardest because I know I have to work hard now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Anyway, I want to start a new segment called, "A tale from an 18 year old gal," - just like the headline indicates. I am going to write small stories from my life. Here is the first one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;“The Girl who liked a guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Gal (that is what I am going to call me :p), was so excited. She was going to a singing weekend with all her friends (or at least one good friend and a whole bunch of people with whom she shared the same interest). She’d been talking about this all week and now the weekend was finally here. Saturday she got up at seven – even though she wasn’t to meet the others for three hours – and got ready. She wore her new jeans and a top that she liked, a top that she knew she looked semi good in, put on her basic make up and put her hair in a ponytail so she could show of her earrings that were shaped like small stereos. All Star shoes and she considered a hat, but thought to herself: “I’m already ‘wearing’ a ponytail – too much with the hat as well”. She went out and met the other girls at the train station. She was the first one there, but another girl arrived short after. Gal didn’t know what to say to the other girl so they just sat in awkward silence for about 15 minutes only looking up and smiling at each other once a while. To Gal’s big delight her friend, (let’s just call her Smart) came. The two girls talked and talked till the rest of the girls came and they went on the train to the place where they were going to spend the entire day singing, a church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” One of the helpers/instructors/bad translators said and started to introduce herself, the other helpers/instructors/bad translators, and the hosts/instructors/British persons. Of course Gal and Smart started talking about other things and didn’t get the names of any of the people. Smart started talking about economics and how she loved when economics of scale was to be reached in a country (Gal knew nothing about economics and she still hadn’t figured out what economics of scale was even though her teachers had talked about it for almost three years), so Gal started to pretend listening and started to look around in the church and that was when she saw him. He was wearing a black and white shirt, kinda baggy jeans and Timberland shoes. His hair was messy and he was humming to himself. Gal noticed that he wasn’t any of the participants of the weekend; he was sitting in the back with all stereo equipment. He looked at her, but she turned away fast, why she did that is still a mystery to her, even to this day. Smart was still talking, but she’d moved on to why Mac computers were better that Microsoft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“…and they are just so much lighter.” Smart said. That was the only part Gal had gotten. She looked back again to see if the guy was there, but he was gone. The day finally started for real and Gal and Smart was having a jolly old time (a good time) and in the break they thought of getting something to eat so they bought some candy. The thing about the candy was though that it was two years old. Gal and Smart had wondered why the candy was so cheap and figured that was why. They went back to the church and Gal saw the guy again. He smiled at her – he had a really nice smile, warm and cute – and she smiled back. She could feel things moving her in stomach and first she figured it was because of the guy’s smiles, but then she realized that it was the two year old candy. She was about to tell Smart what she had felt, but she could see in Smart’s face that she had realized the same and the girls hurried to the toilets. They came back and continued the day whit lots of singing and for Gal, lots of smiling to the guy. The day ended and the girl parted. On her way home Gal thought of the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;The next day Gal was even more excited about going to the church. “Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” the helpers/instructors/bad translators from yesterday said. This day was like the day before, just with more singing. Gal was sad. The guy was nowhere to be seen and Smart had stopped talking. Later the same day they were going to a mass/concert. Gal was thrilled. The guy was there and what better was, he was playing the guitar. Gal didn’t know what to do. He was just perfect. He seemed to like gospel music (it was a gospel weekend), he had a cute smile, she’d heart him talking to one of the instructors with a British accent – an accent that she just adored – and he played the guitar. Gal started thinking. According to her New Year’s Resolution anno 2010, she was to find a friend who played the guitar – check – and get that friend to help her play guitar. Was he it? She was sitting in a church, was this a sign from God? Should she do something? Ask him to teach her? Okay, she thought, next time I see him, I am going to ask him if he gives lessons, she thought. She was animated. This was to be the best day ever! She gathered some confidence and went to the guy. He was so much cuter close up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hi,” she muttered. The guy just looked at her, but not really looking at her. “Do you,” she said and then a girl, much taller than Gal, much prettier than Gal came up and kissed the guy him his mouth. Gal froze for a minute and then she turned around and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Normally, a girl like Gal would laugh, but that was exactly what she did :p She laugh all the way to Smart who thought she was laughing because of a really bad joke. She laughed all through the concert and when the instructors told her to smile she just thought of the incident with the guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Moral of this story (if you can call it that): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;All the good guys are always, married, gay, a celebrity, in relationships or just not interested – story of Gal’s life… &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4687283556636431356?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4687283556636431356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4687283556636431356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4687283556636431356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4687283556636431356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2010/04/tale-of-18-year-old-gal.html' title='A Tale Of An 18 Year Old Gal'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2251263012664397111</id><published>2010-01-23T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T06:34:59.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>Kid British - Awesome music</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas and happy New Year!! (I don't quite know at what point in the new year you stop saying that...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am in the state of mind that all music sucks and yet I listen to it (what can I do? I need my music!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching a show called Live From London, I think, and then a band, a fairly new band, stepped on to the stage. First I was like, Oh, a new band that is going to sound like every other band, so I didn't anticipate anything, but then they started and I was positively surprised to hear that their music was nice. It's not anything completely new since everythings already been done, but it was a nice change from the usual club-tunes as I would like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band is British which is enough for me to be a wee bit more interested! Kid British is the name of the band and their album "It was this or football - first half)" is available now. It costs 5 pound at amazon.co.uk, but there's only 6 tracks on the CD which makes me think twice before I buy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is awesome and is called "Our house is dadless":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltPxz4PinDA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltPxz4PinDA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope that they can break through in Europe and later...the world! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2251263012664397111?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2251263012664397111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2251263012664397111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2251263012664397111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2251263012664397111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2010/01/kid-british-awesome-music.html' title='Kid British - Awesome music'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-9162129472603941778</id><published>2009-11-25T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:28:01.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>Confessions of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I have a new confession - accually more a complain rather than a confession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I would like to confess what bugs me in these so called "wonderful" days up till the wonderful time of Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1) Writers who are not writers, but yet, write books!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2) Couple who feel the need to show their love every were in every freaking possible way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3) Assignments, but that's a continues bugging of mine and will probably never decrease in the bugging of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Don't think less of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1) I have nothing against books - the matter of the fact&amp;nbsp;is that I LOVE books, can't get enough of them. In the moment I'm one of the last persons in the world to have begun reading the Twilight series and I LOVE (-ish...)&amp;nbsp;them, anyway, what happened to the number of non-writers writing books? Everybody writes books now, everyone from some random guy&amp;nbsp;called Steven Salve to Sarah Palin is writing and it's not like they write about anything interesting. They write about their life. No offense, but I don't care that much about what you did in the fifth grade! I know that some might think "but wait a minute! What are blogging then? Isn't that the same? Aren't blogging al about writing about yourself and your life" and that is true, but we don't get paid. We don't sit down for hours and think about our entire&amp;nbsp;life and then write it al down.We don't go on tours to promote it and oh, did I mention that reading a blog is free?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It just bugs me that the art of writing a book, which before you need degrees for - and kinda prestige - is now a thing everybody can do. It's not special anymore. The biography section in the book store is almost half the store! I'm just saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2) This is something that I think I have mentioned before, but my God, this is a thing that really bugs me: couples that kisses everywhere! It's oh so romantic to be in love! We are oh so in love that we can't keep our fingers and tongues to ourself! We have to show it to the world! No thank you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I was sitting in the bus the other day, reading my book, minding my own business when I heard a couple approaching. Nothing wrong there. They were cute and I thought, maybe, just maybe they were different from all the other annoying couples out there in this wide world, but I soon learned that I was wrong. Not only did they start kissing loudly, the woman was chewing gum and she wasn't settled at all! So not only was I sitting, trying to read my book, listening to their kissing, the chewing of the women did it's work to get me all worked up. When I was about to get off I thought of saying something to them, but then I thought, my experiences has taught me that Karma can be a bitch so I better just not say anything, smile when I pass them and when I get home I could yell into a pillow whitch I did. I think the only reason, and that must be the only reason, why I don't like ("don't like" being an understatement) couples is that I have been single forever and when I say forever, I really do mean FOREVER, so, well, give pease a change, but please, let's leave love on the shel when we are out in the public, shall we?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3) "This assignment is due in three days. I want you to spend 8 hours working on it. Three pages and hard copy or you will not pass", "I'm giving you a new assignment. 5 pages and it better be good.", "Where is the assignment I wanted you to do? Oh, i didn't mention it? Well, then I want it tomorrow. 10 pages, 5 hours work, hard copy as well. I will not grade it. I might just skim through some of them and that&amp;nbsp;will have to&amp;nbsp;do it!" - I guess this says it all. The worst part is that I'm not even exaggerating, no, that's not even the worst part: it's all in the same week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tune in for more Confessions of an eighteen year old gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much stuff :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-9162129472603941778?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/9162129472603941778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=9162129472603941778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/9162129472603941778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/9162129472603941778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-eighteen-year-old-gal.html' title='Confessions of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4129002560916388384</id><published>2009-11-19T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:30:06.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>New favorite song!</title><content type='html'>So, it's Thursday night. I'd just finish looking at my English assignment for the fourth time without really looking at it (and doing it). I toke the remote control (which indeed was very remote from me) and zapped through the channels: "Oh My God look at that...", "So if you take this and...", "This is the best birthday...", "but you said you love me..." and then suddenly I hear these words: "It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep,&amp;nbsp;Cause Everything  Is Never As It Seems" with the most beautiful voice (I am overreacting, but you get the point) and I stopped zapping. I listened to the end of the song and I was amazed. Amazed and happy. Amazed, happy and pleased. I'd been walking around for some time, complaining about the fact that music had begun sucking and I need some new music. Finally a song that isn't about being in love, falling in love or falling out of it!&lt;br /&gt;The song is called "Fireflies" from the band Owl City (but I think it's just a one-man band) and the singer is called Adam R. Young (he's 23 :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFsFZitlM7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFsFZitlM7k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4129002560916388384?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4129002560916388384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4129002560916388384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4129002560916388384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4129002560916388384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-favorite-song.html' title='New favorite song!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2232203187079118504</id><published>2009-09-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:29:23.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>Confession Of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...</title><content type='html'>I have a confession: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I think Totally Spies is sooo cool! &lt;br /&gt;2) I am Batman!&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a HUGE fan of the Jonas Brothers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't think less of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjjXdcBxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lpur8gf1Xio/s1600-h/2177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjjXdcBxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lpur8gf1Xio/s200/2177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1) I know that Totally Spies is for small kids or "tweenies" as they are called now, but I think they are so cool and they way the solve different cases totally girly and you know, girl power and they roll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjtnZ1NSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JVNcC4IOkjY/s1600-h/BatmanAccent2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjtnZ1NSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JVNcC4IOkjY/s200/BatmanAccent2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2) Yes, yes. I know that it is hard to believe, but yes, I am a big fan of Batman (I know that I wrote that I was Batman, but that was just to grab your attention :p ) He is so cool. I know that Superman can fly and&amp;nbsp;Spider-man crawl on walls and the Greenlight...ermh....has a green-light?, but Batman he can build his own devices. He does it all the old school way and that is way cooler then ultra light eye killing thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjvHkLH4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NkjOZ97SnPA/s1600-h/jonas-brothers-dancing-with-the-stars-video.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjvHkLH4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NkjOZ97SnPA/s200/jonas-brothers-dancing-with-the-stars-video.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3) The Jonas Brothers' fan scope goes from 2 to 14 and then 35 to about 54 (the parents of teenage daughters), but I have to say, the Jonas Brothers kicks ass! I've got&amp;nbsp;all their&amp;nbsp;CDs (all four of them!)&amp;nbsp;Some of&amp;nbsp;their song are kinda mainstream, nothing new, a lot of love songs, but there is just something about Joe when he sings BB Good and when Nick twist his voice when he sings Goodnight, Goodbye and when Kevin...ermh...he's got a nice butt :) They melt my heart and I am not ashamed of being the only one in my class (and my school) to say that I love them! I am proud to say: "I am a Jonas Brother fan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for more Confessions of an eighteen year old gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much stuff :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2232203187079118504?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2232203187079118504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2232203187079118504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2232203187079118504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2232203187079118504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-of-eighteen-year-old-gal.html' title='Confession Of An Eighteen Year Old Gal...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SqJjjXdcBxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lpur8gf1Xio/s72-c/2177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-258502158649379998</id><published>2009-09-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:20:26.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>Chris Lowell, Mr. T, Mr D and other good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;So, it's been a couple of weeks since I've written and that is because I started school again (be cool, consider another school...). School is rather interesting (interesting meaning Monday, most of Tuesday and Wednesday was cancelled/virtual) I have learned next to nothing the last past days and I quite like it like that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;There's a lot of new students in my school, and because I am who I am, I look for cute boys, but, but, I'm a senior now and looking at freshments to see if there's any good...it just feels kinda wrong. I have only seen Mr. T ones. Still cute. Still quite stupid looking. But, but, but, I think he is single which should work out in my favor, but no. I would never in a billion years walk to up Mr. T and say "Hey. I have been looking at you and thinking about you and writing about you on my blog and I think we have a connection. Would you like to go out on a date with me?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve found myself a new feller to long after (I don't see Mr. T as often as before, so had to find something new :p). I call him Mr. D. He is the total opposite of Mr. T. He, unlike Mr. T is smart. I have to admit that I quite hate him. He thinks he is smarter than everyone else and he isn't. He just knows how to say "I think that you are wrong about that" and make it sound like something like this "I think that the point of view that you are presenting is quite wrongful and I would have to say that I completely disagree with you". The thing about him is not only the fact that he thinks he is smarter than everyone else, also that he is at least one year younger than me! I hate it when someone who is younger than me has to tell me what I have to do! And I know that it’s only one year, but that is enough to get me all cranky. "No, the way that you are performing that act is wrong and you should consider another approach." I Actually really, really dislike him and I think I should keep looking for a new Mr. to long after…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Now, to talk about something totally different: I think I am in love...I am sooo kidding! Like &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; fall in love! Hellz no! No, it's just, you know the series Private Practice (I'm not going to explain what it is or what it is about. You can YouTube it and see for yourself!) Chris Lowell. He gets way to little credit and attention than he should! He's cute and good looking and handsome (I know that is just three ways of saying that he is hot, but my God he is!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I am going to LA!! Three weeks all by myself! I am going to work as an intern at a company called blush.com Please go check it out!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That was all for now :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;     &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-258502158649379998?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/258502158649379998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=258502158649379998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/258502158649379998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/258502158649379998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-lowell-mr-t-mr-d-and-other-good.html' title='Chris Lowell, Mr. T, Mr D and other good stuff'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-31768084556339793</id><published>2009-06-26T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:43:05.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King of Pop is really dead...</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a long time since I have been writing and it would be a lie if I told you that I haven’t had anything to write about, but as it turns out, I am lazy as hell, but today I feel like I...want to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that you already know that The King of Pop (Michael Jackson) is dead and if you didn't, then you must live in a cave (but, okay, if you lived in a cave you wouldn't be able to read this...). I still don't quite believe that he is dead. I mean, it's Michael Jackson, he can't die. You know the three words Michael Jackson and dead just sounds wrong in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cried and I'm not gonna. It is sad as hell and I really, really loved MJ, but I just can't seem to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here come the part where I say what I think killed him:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the paper and CNN said that he died from a cardio arrest, and that is probably true, but I don't think that that was all. I think that the pressure from the media, not to mention all the prosecutions of child molestation plays a part. He was getting ready for the tour and people had a lot of expectations to that tour and we all know...sorry...knew MJ as a people pleaser. He didn't want to let his fans down, but the pressure was too high and his hart suffered a lot from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember MJ as the little one with the biggest afro in Jackson Five, as the not so scary, but rather cute zombie in the Thriller music video and as the God Father of dance and let's not forget the creator of the Moonwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling a bit weird. I kept telling myself: 'No, he's not dead. He's in a coma and he will wake up and be all like ''don't cry for me children, I'm right here''', but as I turned on my computer, turned on my TV and looked at the news paper front page it hit me 'Michael Joseph Jackson is...he really is...he is..." I can't even bring myself to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest musician ever, is gone and we are gonna miss Bad. It's like a Thriller, reading all the headlines, but you just have to remember, that You Are Not Alone and that no matter what he would have thought that you were a P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing). Don't get all Dirty Diana, when reading this. Of course we are all sad, that is just Human Nature, but we have to Beat It. We can't just Blame It On The Boggie and just remember The Love You Save, Shake Your Body and Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough. Get off the Wall and Heal the World – you know he would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace and you Rock(ed) my World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-31768084556339793?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/31768084556339793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=31768084556339793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/31768084556339793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/31768084556339793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop-is-really-dead.html' title='The King of Pop is really dead...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2389770776537517883</id><published>2009-02-17T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:48:19.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Baby'/><title type='text'>Ten very good reasons why to go to Starbucks (in Melbourne:P)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm currently in Melbourne studying at RMIT University (Melbourne rocks btw!) and here, me and my gal pals have the opportunity to go to Starbucks every morning (may sound like a big thing, but in Denmark, we only have Starbucks in the airport)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I present to you: Ten very good reasons why to go to Starbucks every morning (in Melbourne :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Because it's Starbucks of course! What could be better then starting your morning with a tall coffee mocha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The service is great. Unlike other stores in the morning (don't tell me you haven’t been to a regular store in the morning) they are really nice, maybe a bit too happy , but that's why we like the staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The price is excellent. My friend, ML, was a little hesitant when I said: "Let's go to Starbucks every morning!", but when she realized that Starbucks in fact is cheaper and better then i.e. coffee from 7Eleven she cave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) There is nothing like the smell of Starbucks Coffee in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The bar itself is so nice and comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You can relax before you have to get to class and have 4 (whole) hours of marketing with a teacher that talks so fast that you lose your breath just by trying to listen, which you have to every time, because you like marketing (wink)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You don't have to eat breakfast at home. Of course you don't have to eat at Starbucks every morning, but some mornings, is it nice to know that you can get delicious food from you favorite coffee bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Better then Gloria Jean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) You feel like you are in "The Devil Wears Prada" or something when you walk around with you Starbucks cup :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last, and most defiantly the best reason why to go the Starbucks every morning: because of Joe, the Starbucks-guy! I don’t know what he is called, so I just gave him the name Joe. He probably didn’t know that I even exist, but OMG! He is so cute! I'm not the kind of gal that looks at guy’s butts, but my God! I don't know what a bad butt is, but, mama, do I know what a good one is! He might look kind of dorky with his glasses and his head-band-thingy, but I am so digging that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So to sum it all up, every morning, Mon-Fri, I get a fresh cup up coffee mocha and a good look at Joe, the Starbucks-guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2389770776537517883?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2389770776537517883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2389770776537517883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2389770776537517883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2389770776537517883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten-very-good-reasons-why-to-go-to.html' title='Ten very good reasons why to go to Starbucks (in Melbourne:P)'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2466822699732787726</id><published>2009-01-11T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:53:14.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>Prins Caspian can sing! or somethin'...</title><content type='html'>When I saw Narnia 2: Prins Caspian with my friend she told me that Prins Caspian (Ben Barnes) is a singer. Of course I didn't believe her because...well...just because. I checked it out on YouTube and she was right. Ben Barnes is in a good old boy band called Hyrise.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the video I couldn't stop laughing, not that there was anything wrong with the preference, but c'mon! Super hot Ben Barnes, even hotter Prins Caspian singing?! And they competed in the Eurovision 2004. Just writing about this is making me laugh! Well, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from their performance at Eurovision 2004 - I wonder why they didn't win (wink, wink :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6hLfRspctY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6hLfRspctY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I like the song or hate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2466822699732787726?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2466822699732787726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2466822699732787726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2466822699732787726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2466822699732787726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/01/prins-caspian-can-sing-or-somethin.html' title='Prins Caspian can sing! or somethin&apos;...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-7836396436649502058</id><published>2009-01-06T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:36:49.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick one!</title><content type='html'>First of all: Happy New Year :p &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all: I saw Mr. T today :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days ago (yesterday or the day before that) I read an article about &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SWOBqMUbOOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SqVyKgvhb_A/s1600-h/RobertPattinson_HouseofWax2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212949324478690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SWOBqMUbOOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SqVyKgvhb_A/s320/RobertPattinson_HouseofWax2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Patt&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SWOCIdozYkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ybwTwSwkA3k/s1600-h/Joe%2520Jonas-JTM-037026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213469369426498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SWOCIdozYkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ybwTwSwkA3k/s320/Joe%2520Jonas-JTM-037026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ionson (&lt;-pictured) and Joe Jonas (also pictured-&gt;). Now, the article said something about someone being in love with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The headline said: "Robert Pattinson in love with Joe Jonas' girlfriend". The first thing that came to my mind, no, the very first thing that came to my mind was that Robert Pattinson was in love with Joe Jonas. (hehe, I read the headline to fast :P) The second thing that came to my mind was: "If Pattionson is in fact in love with Jonas' girlfriend (don't know if it's true or not) then she is a very lucky girl! I mean come on! Pattionson is so sexy! How can you resist his eyes? And his a great actor and Jonas is so cute! He can somewhat sing and I heard he can "act" too. (if you haven't seen Camp Rock, then go see it and you shall understand why it's "act"...) If I were her (and I wish I was cuz she is gorgeous) I would choose one! If I could I would yell to her: CHOOSE ONE AND LEAVE THE OTHER ONE FOR ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know she's dating Jonas, but I think she should revise her options one more time and when she does, she better let me know! (Not that I have a chance, but you can always try...wink, wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-7836396436649502058?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/7836396436649502058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=7836396436649502058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7836396436649502058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7836396436649502058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2009/01/pick-one.html' title='Pick one!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SWOBqMUbOOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SqVyKgvhb_A/s72-c/RobertPattinson_HouseofWax2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-5023159002562221792</id><published>2008-12-31T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:13:51.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post this year</title><content type='html'>So this is the last post this year. I know I only began September, but still...&lt;div&gt;Thx for an awesome year and I look forward to next year (tomorrow) with a lot of more crap from me (wink, wink)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C ya l8ter ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-5023159002562221792?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/5023159002562221792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=5023159002562221792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5023159002562221792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5023159002562221792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-this-year.html' title='Last post this year'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-8583008900367613135</id><published>2008-12-27T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:03:57.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, first day with my new shoes. Loving them of course!&lt;br /&gt;You know when a guy is looking at you, but he really not looking at you, he's looking at your boobs? That happened to me today! The only thing was that the guy was looking at my shoes! He looked down on my shoes and then at me! Hehe...I know it's not a big deal, but still! Had to tell someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy, get drunk! (not talking to you MLL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-8583008900367613135?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/8583008900367613135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=8583008900367613135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8583008900367613135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8583008900367613135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-first-day-with-my-new-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-6275651010094592202</id><published>2008-12-26T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:52:48.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Look what I got #3!</title><content type='html'>They are not Sex and the City. They are not glam. They are not sexy, but damn, they are cool! I'm talking about my new Pastry Glam-Pie shoes by Run athletics! The designer is Russell Simmons. (If you don't know who that is, well, let me tell you: He was one of the members of the coolest rap group, RUN DMC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cool and I could so not afford them, but do you know that feeling, when you see something, and you just have to have it, because your life (in that moment) wouldn't be complete without it? Well, I had that feeling and so I bought them. 131 dollars! A whole lot of things, was considered when I was going to buy them: Could I afford them? Would they look good on me? Could I afford them (I know I already said that, but it was a big question) What would my friends say? What would my mum and dad say? Would my brother bee to jalousie? Could I afford them? My answers: No. Yes. Maybe. Wow. No. Yes. Yes. To get the money, I started by asking my dad, if I could borrow 56 till the end of this month and then I had to take some from my Australian-money-account-thingy-money to get the rest. I have to admit, that it did hurt a little, but every time I look at my shoes, I see that it was all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284261437238961522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SVV3x6rsZXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LsFPnKx9qr4/s320/glampieblackberry.jpg" /&gt;My shoes are not exactly like these. Mine are pink instead of purple ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-6275651010094592202?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/6275651010094592202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=6275651010094592202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6275651010094592202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6275651010094592202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-what-i-got-3.html' title='Look what I got #3!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SVV3x6rsZXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LsFPnKx9qr4/s72-c/glampieblackberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4816571567199169175</id><published>2008-11-24T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:59:56.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - gonna get (ASAP)'/><title type='text'>Look what I got #2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SSr4hq8qNBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-6WyDQQAgOM/s1600-h/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SSr4hq8qNBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-6WyDQQAgOM/s320/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272299571138671634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl season 1!! Just got it today! OMG! Can't wait to watch it! I know season 2 has begun, but they don't show GG in Denmark so I have to watch it on the internet (!) but I can only see season 2 and I only saw 3 episodes from the first season so I'm so excited!&lt;div&gt;Bought it on eBay for £16 or something. Crazy cheap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But gtg. Have a marketing assignment that I have to get started on (like that's gonna happen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4816571567199169175?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4816571567199169175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4816571567199169175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4816571567199169175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4816571567199169175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-i-got-2.html' title='Look what I got #2!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SSr4hq8qNBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-6WyDQQAgOM/s72-c/gossip-girl-dvd-season-one.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-8732943773027807870</id><published>2008-11-23T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:53:25.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>From Mr. T to Mr. What the...</title><content type='html'>Once he was so cute. Once he was so hot. Once he was so dumb (still is!), but now, yeah, now...he got this haircut. I don't have anything against haircuts, but this one?! My God! It makes his head look 10 times bigger and that made me wonder, I mean, he's not the smartest guy, so what is in his head? Air? Water? Certainty not a brain, that's for sure! But what is it about guys and bad haircuts (and girls and bad haircuts for that matter)?! There's a girl in my class. I'll call her S (for Skank, not that her name is Skank, but she one!). She, as she told people one billion times Monday morning, was a hair model for some hair-thingy. I've never seen anything like that haircut! It wasn't fashionable at all! Looked like some lazy dude had taken a medieval helmet and put it over her head and cut after that and then afterwards died the hair in the nearest collar he could find, witch was white. Hideous! And she loved it! It's funny, cuz I don't think I head one say that is was beautiful. They were all like: "Wow, interesting!" or "looks...different!". Of course I didn't say anything...in front of her to my friends , but behind her, when she wasn’t listening...didn't say that much either. Why?! We were all thinking the same thing: "Why would anyone do that to herself!?" To get back to Mr. T and his haircut I can only say that one good thing about the haircut is that his girlfriend looks even smaller next to him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-8732943773027807870?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/8732943773027807870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=8732943773027807870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8732943773027807870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8732943773027807870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-he-was-so-cute.html' title='From Mr. T to Mr. What the...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-3651681858002937021</id><published>2008-11-23T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:41:12.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>My song...of today :P</title><content type='html'>My song. Check it out!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fkg-ZZMpnjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fkg-ZZMpnjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...from Madagascar 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a crazy diet so I'm enjoying the last eat-all-you-can-cuz-next-week-you-can-only-eat-vegetables-and-fruits day and loving this song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-3651681858002937021?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/3651681858002937021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=3651681858002937021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/3651681858002937021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/3651681858002937021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-songof-today-p.html' title='My song...of today :P'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4463973188932714259</id><published>2008-11-20T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:05:45.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>HMS 3 - As it should be!</title><content type='html'>Hehe! Just saw Late Show with David Letterman and saw this funny clip on TV. I found it on YouTube too! This is brilliant!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlPSRl0C9MM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlPSRl0C9MM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if HMS 3 was like that? With Bruce Willis? It would be genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4463973188932714259?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4463973188932714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4463973188932714259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4463973188932714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4463973188932714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/hms-3-as-it-should-be.html' title='HMS 3 - As it should be!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-8635526323735346161</id><published>2008-11-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:15:42.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest person today!</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning. Tired. Thursday is my favourite day. Don't have any appointments and so on. The class starts and M and the boys starts to fool-around. Normally we don't mind when the boys fool-around, but they were doing it in the middle of the lesson (have to admit that I didn't mind that much cuz I was bored anyway...) and MLL (she really, really don't like M!) was working on God knows what and then she exploded..hehe..no...she just got tired of M fooling-around instead of working so she started yelling at M. She was like a gun!: Shut up *POW*, you don't have a brain *PIV*, why don't you just go *PANG*. and M was only able to say "what about your self?!" and MLL answered with another shoot: SHUT UP! I'M SO TIRED OF YOU! *KAPOW!* It was crazy and that little scene sooo made that lesson a bit more fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;THX MLL! You rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-8635526323735346161?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/8635526323735346161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=8635526323735346161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8635526323735346161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8635526323735346161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/coolest-person-today.html' title='The coolest person today!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4825438028229836932</id><published>2008-11-14T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:16:03.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>Haha!!</title><content type='html'>So, just got of work and I'm so tired! Went on YouTube and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch this a billion times and still laugh like the first time I saw it!&lt;br /&gt;(From Rush Hour 3 if you were wondering...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4825438028229836932?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4825438028229836932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4825438028229836932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4825438028229836932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4825438028229836932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title='Haha!!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2116340636638800430</id><published>2008-11-07T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:42:57.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - gonna get (ASAP)'/><title type='text'>Look what I got!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SRsVLO7GVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ns8Zszvt5Ls/s1600-h/AZZ95779BLACK_LARGE_1225975470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267827471868646866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SRsVLO7GVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ns8Zszvt5Ls/s320/AZZ95779BLACK_LARGE_1225975470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to boohoo.com, my mother and myself (half sleeping) I've bought some fantastic shoes from boohoo.com! 20 £ (10% offer so 15 £!). They are so fab! When I bought them I was a little skeptic because of the size (I use a size one billion), but when I got them...WOW...fit me like a charm! LOVE them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lovely shoes looks good with: Jeans, (skinny, bootcut, you name it!) dresses (long, short), skirts (same as dresses) and if you want to look really skanky (like some of the skanks from my class) you can wear them with nothing but a bikini, but, please, don't do that! Doing that is so hip hop/rapper-music-video! If you have to then, please, at least wear them with a pair of short shorts and a cute tank top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soon going to the theatre to see "The Wild Party" and that was actually the reason why I bought them, but I'm sooooo gonna use them for parties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was all, oh, and before I go, boohoo.com is the greatest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw: MLL, go crazy, get drunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2116340636638800430?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2116340636638800430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2116340636638800430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2116340636638800430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2116340636638800430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-waht-i-got.html' title='Look what I got!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SRsVLO7GVdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ns8Zszvt5Ls/s72-c/AZZ95779BLACK_LARGE_1225975470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-6653220713845742207</id><published>2008-10-30T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:08:06.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star of the week (44): ...</title><content type='html'>So, as you may have seen...no Star of the Week. Too much homework lately.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow or next week I'll be back with Star of the Week and  maybe also Star of the Month, but just for now..keep out of trouble and stay in school ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-6653220713845742207?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/6653220713845742207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=6653220713845742207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6653220713845742207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6653220713845742207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-of-week-44.html' title='Star of the week (44): ...'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-536436892651676910</id><published>2008-10-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:48:53.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star of the week'/><title type='text'>Star(s) of the week (43): FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>Friends:&lt;br /&gt;B'place: Someones head, somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;B'year: 1994 - 2004 (10 great, fun, sad "we-were-on-a-break" years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Friends the Star of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are everybody best friends, all of them; Joey, Ross, Chandler, Phoebe, Rachel and Monica. You know who they are and if not, then your life must suck! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot (and will not due to the funness of my homework!) begin to explain how great they are and why they are the Stars of the week! On the other hand, here's some of the greatest clips from each and every one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey - Je m’appelle Claude!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CRUbjb1IIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CRUbjb1IIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross - Celebrate what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZZ6beQlsXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZZ6beQlsXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler - He's going crazy...!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxZ_CZO9QMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxZ_CZO9QMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe - We all know you can sing, sweety!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNXIZuIBJKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNXIZuIBJKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - Well, guess Emma likes big buts!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-CzXsRp06k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-CzXsRp06k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica - Dance Monica, dance like you've never danced before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afyOTw5FrpM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afyOTw5FrpM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last and certainly not...something...(love this!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03G2dxd4k4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03G2dxd4k4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's about one billion other clips with our lovely Friends, but...check out YouTube ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-536436892651676910?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/536436892651676910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=536436892651676910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/536436892651676910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/536436892651676910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/stars-of-week-43-friends.html' title='Star(s) of the week (43): FRIENDS!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-5907281299049938695</id><published>2008-10-18T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:49:36.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - gonna get (ASAP)'/><title type='text'>Skinny jeans for me!</title><content type='html'>I know I have this theory (skinny jeans, skinny legs, if you remember) but I think that I've found a pair of skinny jeans that might fit. The jeans that I'm talking about is a pair from boohoo.com. (not so surprising). They are called Alana Skinny jeans. £ 12 how could I say no?! and I actually think that they'd fit me! The size is right and when I look at the picture it looks like that even I can get my not so skinny legs in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPnHsAniziI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duOiyTEjDZo/s1600-h/AZZ95861INDIGO_LARGE_1223654838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258453598825795106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPnHsAniziI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duOiyTEjDZo/s320/AZZ95861INDIGO_LARGE_1223654838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently bought two pairs of knee socks. I don't usually buy knee socks but it was an offer, two for ones price and like my mum, I felt like I had to buy them, cuz...well...is was an offer!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear knee socks, only when it's cold out side, so I didn't know what to use them for, but then I though; with a pair of Pocahontas boots they might be useful, but if I want to look good in a pair of Pocahontas boots I'd need a pair of skinny jeans and then I found these (the ones pictured) so now i just need 12 pounds and my knee sock will be useful and I will look pretty good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-5907281299049938695?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/5907281299049938695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=5907281299049938695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5907281299049938695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5907281299049938695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/skinny-jeans-for-me.html' title='Skinny jeans for me!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPnHsAniziI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duOiyTEjDZo/s72-c/AZZ95861INDIGO_LARGE_1223654838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4711605562309274306</id><published>2008-10-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:39:34.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun stuff :)'/><title type='text'>To funny!</title><content type='html'>So I was bored, like a lot, and so I checked YouTube out (cuz you can always find something fun to watch on YouTube) and I found this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is to funny! It's brilliant, hilarious, it's genius (at least when you're bored like I was!).&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. Hate it. Like it. I don't care, but please watch it trough before you go, I mean 6 min of fun?! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4711605562309274306?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4711605562309274306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4711605562309274306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4711605562309274306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4711605562309274306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-funny.html' title='To funny!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-1320863718305586229</id><published>2008-10-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:21:39.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star of the week'/><title type='text'>Star of the week (42): Vanessa Whatshername (Hudgens)</title><content type='html'>Vanessa Whatshername (Hudgens):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'place: Salinas, California &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B'day: December 14, 1988 (19 years if you were wondering...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;HSM 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HSM 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HSM 3&lt;br /&gt;(We all know what HMS is and...how...emmhh...well...she is one of the lead actresses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is she the Star of the Week?:&lt;br /&gt;Not because she was in HMS.&lt;br /&gt;Not because she's released 2 albums (which btw isn't that bad)&lt;br /&gt;But because of her sense of style (and maybe a little because of her taste in men (referring to Zac Effebeffe (Efron) Wink, wink!)&lt;br /&gt;That girl knows how to dress, or at least her stylist knows how to dress her!&lt;br /&gt;She has such a cool style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256732673963456498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOqg_7H9_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9NwKBS9nAEE/s320/vanessa-hudgens-coffee-bean-1120-8.jpg" width="143" height="245" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOq5EWHWtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e-xT7CvexOg/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256733087467264722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOq5EWHWtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e-xT7CvexOg/s320/340x.jpg" width="110" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOlS6td9EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4EZqHoCGXsY/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-coffee-bean-1120-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she's dressed casually.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the pumps and the scarf.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOlzcdhNMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FqXzYyVc3Dw/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is at some award thingy. ---------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die if I had a dress like that! I actually tried to make a dress like that, byt I found out that it was to expensive...&lt;br /&gt;It is gorgeous and with the little peace necklace it looks even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOrr2FdUqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YMNPRN_qnAk/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-wellness-1023-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256733959812633250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOrr2FdUqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YMNPRN_qnAk/s320/vanessa-hudgens-wellness-1023-0.jpg" width="203" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe not the best picture of her, but I dig the hat!&lt;br /&gt;I think that hats are coming back this autumn/winter and I got to say that the hat suits her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOsF6f-UoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/duJTfA8W3L4/s1600-h/VanessaZack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256734407674188418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOsF6f-UoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/duJTfA8W3L4/s320/VanessaZack.jpg" width="156" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;As much as it hurts saying this, I gotta admit that they look cute together. This is a picture from some award thingy. They look really good in their red-carpet-cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-1320863718305586229?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/1320863718305586229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=1320863718305586229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1320863718305586229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1320863718305586229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-of-week-42-vanessa-whatshername.html' title='Star of the week (42): Vanessa Whatshername (Hudgens)'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPOqg_7H9_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9NwKBS9nAEE/s72-c/vanessa-hudgens-coffee-bean-1120-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-1584474906644627233</id><published>2008-10-11T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:07:48.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCD'/><title type='text'>I hate this part right here</title><content type='html'>PCD's newest single, I hate this part right here, is here. The music video is really good. You see a hole other side of the dolls, a more softer side. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWUSVHVMl74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWUSVHVMl74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it like I do every time I watch it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha think about that is also out, but I have to admit that I was kind of disappointed when I saw it. Al most all the focus is on Nicole and just all in all kind of boring, but I think you should be the judge of that. Currently I can't watch it on YouTube because it's not available in my country, but as soon as it is I will upload it here (or you could go to YouTube yourself ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-1584474906644627233?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/1584474906644627233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=1584474906644627233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1584474906644627233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1584474906644627233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='I hate this part right here'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-8862771874701714915</id><published>2008-10-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:49:33.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - can&apos;t get (yet)'/><title type='text'>Pocahontas boots - Me want!</title><content type='html'>Aren't these to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SO-40LP-CrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BEM5wC2bVFM/s1600-h/AZZ96321BROWN_LARGE_1218731334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255622496677137074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SO-40LP-CrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BEM5wC2bVFM/s320/AZZ96321BROWN_LARGE_1218731334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o cool?! I was bored one day in class (as always!) and so I thought that I'd check boohoo.com out cuz they always have something that you could die for and then I found these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cost £ 20 and that actually pretty cheep. Of course if you, like me, already have used all your money on God knows what, then they are a little bit expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots like these are so good with different outfits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDgS-wpbLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HJ3px6sByfE/s1600-h/AZZ96378BLACK_LARGE_1221144462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255947381830675634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDgS-wpbLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HJ3px6sByfE/s320/AZZ96378BLACK_LARGE_1221144462.jpg" width="214" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this skirt, also from boohoo.com, and a cute top, you'll look so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The skirt cost £ 15 so , again, the price is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDhajKS2cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J1RUEzRC0EQ/s1600-h/AZZ96765BLUE_LARGE_1218209343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255948611372636610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDhajKS2cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J1RUEzRC0EQ/s320/AZZ96765BLUE_LARGE_1218209343.jpg" width="32" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans from boohoo.com. Can you ever go wrong with skinny jeans?! These are a pair from boohoo.com. £ 12. If it wasn't for my theory about skinny jeans (skinny jeans, skinny legs), I'd bought them myself (when I get some money of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDi5xzWtaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/izzj1T3YMMM/s1600-h/AZZ96499BROWN_LARGE_1218208583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255950247390524834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SPDi5xzWtaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/izzj1T3YMMM/s320/AZZ96499BROWN_LARGE_1218208583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With this cute dress from boohoo.com you'd look fantabolous! 15 £! And some cute, fun leggings, you can't go wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am telling you! Need a cute-looks-like-you'd-spend-thousands-of-pounds outfit go to boohoo.com! They have a little somthin' for almost every style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-8862771874701714915?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/8862771874701714915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=8862771874701714915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8862771874701714915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8862771874701714915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/pocahontas-boots-me-want.html' title='Pocahontas boots - Me want!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SO-40LP-CrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BEM5wC2bVFM/s72-c/AZZ96321BROWN_LARGE_1218731334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-5382879435242612093</id><published>2008-10-07T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:40:07.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - gonna get (ASAP)'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City - Soundtrack vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503236450882098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SOu-2p_LkjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2JS1rSwtuIs/s320/51VscCNb7eL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;Sex and the City is soon coming on DVD (October 14 - in Denmark, that is) and I found out that a cycle to the fist soundtrack has been released. I'm so gonna get it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the tracks (and I've only listen to tree of them) seems to be really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505231674690338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SOvAqyxmyyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yzBBctjTP44/s320/51mAPzNep7L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;I already have the first CD and it is good. I must admit that I don't listen to all the tracks because they are to...techno to me, but tracks like Labels or love - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; and Mercy - Duffy are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good and they are tracks that I can listen to over and over again. I have to say that the best track on the CD is the theme from the motion picture (I do mean the movie, but calling it motion picture make it sound so formal, which it of course is!). It so...how can I explain it...you have o hear it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpRCO87ToYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpRCO87ToYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the song embraces what Sex and the City is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get back to soundtrack vol. 2. I'm gonna buy it as soon as I can get off of my ass and go to the bank and put some money in my account! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-5382879435242612093?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/5382879435242612093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=5382879435242612093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5382879435242612093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5382879435242612093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-and-city-soundtrack-vol-2.html' title='Sex and the City - Soundtrack vol. 2'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SOu-2p_LkjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2JS1rSwtuIs/s72-c/51VscCNb7eL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-5478824967749781923</id><published>2008-10-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:00:32.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - can&apos;t get (yet)'/><title type='text'>Skinny jeans - skinny legs</title><content type='html'>I hate you but I love you&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I can't stop thinking of you, It's true, I'm stuck on you! No, I'm not talking about Mr. T! I'm talking about skinny jeans. Not one specific kind, just skinny jeans all in all. I so want a pair, but lately it has accrued to me, that if you want skinny jeans, you'll have to have skinny legs and I don't! I have a little on my thighs and I'm proud of it but I really, really want a pair, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; let's face it; skinny jeans is just more handy then normal jeans. You can wear boots (and you look even better in ankle boots!), stilettos and look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fantaboulse&lt;/span&gt; and also in a dress like top you'd look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of buying a pair of skinny jeans just so I could think of the day when I can finally fit into them (now, I know that you should never buy a pair of e.g. jeans and hope that you'll fit into them some day, but I'll make an exception!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254130409095616130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SOprxP241oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ib253Vc79yc/s320/AZZ97745CHARCOAL_LARGE_1221668864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- A pair of skinny jeans from boohoo.com. £ 15. I'd buy them if it wasn't because I'd already used all m money on..hmm..well..I went shopping with my best friend, and maybe you know that feeling when you get home from shopping and you think of what you bought. You feel like you have used a lot of money, but you haven't bought much, that's they way I feel/felt.&lt;br /&gt;I defiantly think that I'm gonna buy them when I get money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for skinny jeans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-5478824967749781923?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/5478824967749781923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=5478824967749781923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5478824967749781923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/5478824967749781923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/skinny-jeans-skinny-legs.html' title='Skinny jeans - skinny legs'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SOprxP241oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ib253Vc79yc/s72-c/AZZ97745CHARCOAL_LARGE_1221668864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2283987757022907101</id><published>2008-10-06T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:07:50.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PCD'/><title type='text'>When I grow up</title><content type='html'>The fist single from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PCD's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; new CD Doll Domination, When I grow up, is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dance break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next single from the CD is gonna be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whacha&lt;/span&gt; think about that ft. Missy Eliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has not been realised yet you'll have to do with When I grow up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9IFJ3KRmMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9IFJ3KRmMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2283987757022907101?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2283987757022907101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2283987757022907101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2283987757022907101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2283987757022907101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-7180392316366292984</id><published>2008-10-06T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:17:19.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star of the week'/><title type='text'>Star of the week (41): Elijah Kelley</title><content type='html'>Elijah Kelley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;B'place&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LaGrange&lt;/span&gt;, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt;: August 1, 1986 (he's 22 if you're too lazy to calculate your self :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray of course, where he's the incredible cute Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;Take the lead - is not a huge part like in Hairspray, but he's cute anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he the Star of the week?:&lt;br /&gt;Just because. No, I'm joking. He is the Star of the week because he's good at what he is doing. No, good is a understatement. I mean, as Mr. Burns would've put it, excellent! He can act (28 days), he can dance (Take the lead) and he can defiantly sing (Hairspray)!&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that he! cute as hell and that he's gonna be the next...hmm...big thing! I loved him in Hairspray and in Take the lead and he's new song Dangerous (which is on the Sex and the City soundtrack vol 2.Get it on amazon.com, $11.99!) is really good. I would defiantly enjoy a CD with him (and another musical ;)).&lt;br /&gt;He is the Star of the week because he is a Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song Run and tell that from Hairspray so here it is. Enjoy!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0lHKjkpkYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0lHKjkpkYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-7180392316366292984?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/7180392316366292984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=7180392316366292984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7180392316366292984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7180392316366292984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-of-week-41-elijah-kelley.html' title='Star of the week (41): Elijah Kelley'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-2668090694005366027</id><published>2008-10-03T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:45:13.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Finaly got it!</title><content type='html'>I got them! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ankle&lt;/span&gt; boots that I've been dreaming about for a week now! I call them my I-don't-need-any-Mr. T-I-look-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;-boots boots! I don't mean to sound self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;centred&lt;/span&gt;, but I do look pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; good in my new boots! I wish that I could take a picture of them, but my sell a broken so I can't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-2668090694005366027?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/2668090694005366027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=2668090694005366027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2668090694005366027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/2668090694005366027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/finaly-got-it.html' title='Finaly got it!'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-7814448765203827307</id><published>2008-10-01T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:21:54.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Today was a really weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a HUGE crush on Zac Effebeffe (Efron) and this morning I heart on the radio that he was on a "romantic" dinner date with Vanessa Whatshername (Hudgens). I sound like I didn't know that they are together, cuz I do, but it just annoys me anyway. I kind of don't know why (or maybe I do?). They are cute together.&lt;br /&gt;++. I have a theory. As far as I learned in school ++ gives -. -- gives +. +- gives -. My point is that two beautiful people (one extremely hot and one really gorgeous) get not so beautiful kids. Now, I'm not saying that they are going to have ugly kids (or that they are going to have kids at all), but I just wanted to share my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing about today was that I say Mr. T, which was like a pick in heaven, and he looked cute as always. I think about him all the time (not that that was wired or anything) but he was with his girlfriend. Now, I know the girlfriend and I know for a fact that she is really nice and that makes it really hard to talking about her to my friends (not that I would ever do that "wink, wink"). I saw them together today and I have to admit that they look really good together (ow, that kind of hurt writing that!) but I saw them today, standing n the hall way kissing. My hart stooped for a second when I saw that and later I saw them together, sitting on a chair looking all "ohh, I love you"-like which was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against couples, in fact I love seeing people being happy together, but the thing is that when you're single, it kind of hurt every time you see a couple kissing like there was no tomorrow. The only reason (and it is in fact the only reason) why I don't like couples that much is that I'm single myself and that is the only reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-7814448765203827307?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/7814448765203827307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=7814448765203827307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7814448765203827307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/7814448765203827307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-really-weird-day.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-9021748345405448548</id><published>2008-09-29T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:39:50.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy little thing called love'/><title type='text'>Mr. T</title><content type='html'>Me and Mr. T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T, Mr. T. What do you say? You and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T is the guy from my school that I keep longing after in the hall. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; CUTE and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, so hot! His eyes are so enchanting and I could just stare in them all day long. Of course I wouldn't do that because then I'd seem like a crazy girl and we can't let that happen, now can we?! I would say that he is perfect, but there is just a little thing that annoys me about him. A thing that is on his libs constantly! I don't quite know how to get ride of it and I don't know if you can get some medicine to get it of. I really do hope so! The word(s) that I'm looking is "little-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt;-that-is-hanging-on-the-cut-guys-libs". I think that in plain English you call it "girlfriend". Personally, I don't like that word that much, but maybe that's just because I'm single and the word "girlfriend" keeps reminding me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T is like the chocolate that you can't have. I LOVE chocolate! My piece of chocolate has a raisin, which I hate and I can't get i of! The chocolate is so delicious and I want it, but i can't! I feel like crying, but I will not do that! If there's something my crazy best friend has told me about guys is that you should never cry over spilled milk...no...wait...you should never cry over a raisin on a delicious piece of chocolate! So I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-9021748345405448548?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/9021748345405448548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=9021748345405448548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/9021748345405448548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/9021748345405448548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-t.html' title='Mr. T'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-8864101086771541811</id><published>2008-09-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:42:10.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wan&apos;t - can&apos;t get (yet)'/><title type='text'>My dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SN6MQKwAC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b2rV4Mx4UkE/s1600-h/AZZ96104BLACK_LARGE_1221485040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788424952056658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SN6MQKwAC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b2rV4Mx4UkE/s320/AZZ96104BLACK_LARGE_1221485040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the guy that I keep longing after in the hall of my school, this dress is out of my range and i can't reach it. It's right in sight but still I can't see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the guy I keep dreaming about every single night, this dress is in my mind all day long and I dream of the day when I can finally get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dress (not the guy. I'll be talking about him another time) I'm talking about is a black fringe dress with satin body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried a dress like that in Canada, but I couldn't afford it at the time and I cannot afford it now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is GORGEOUS and I love the 20's-30's style is has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall promise myself that the second I have the money, I will buy it! Dresses like that is so me and I would look kinda good in it (at least I do in my head) and the guy that I keep talking about...well...he do wouldn't much since he'll never see me in it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my "Boohoo-look" for today.&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;AGB &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-8864101086771541811?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/8864101086771541811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=8864101086771541811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8864101086771541811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/8864101086771541811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dress.html' title='My dress'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SN6MQKwAC1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b2rV4Mx4UkE/s72-c/AZZ96104BLACK_LARGE_1221485040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-1893757435351175745</id><published>2008-09-26T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:38:40.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Happy :D</title><content type='html'>Me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;I just got my pay check! I can afford my lovely ankle boots!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy them next week and I can't wait! I gonna look so good - no let me change that: I'm gonna look even better then I do now (and I don't look that good right now!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about changing my wardrobe completely and I think that I will kick it off my buying my new-can't-life-without-hot-boots. New style, new me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much ankle boots love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AGB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-1893757435351175745?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/1893757435351175745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=1893757435351175745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1893757435351175745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/1893757435351175745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-d.html' title='Happy :D'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-4033782383506490123</id><published>2008-09-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:37:34.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Shoes, shoes, shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;On my exciting way home from school I saw this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; boots! Angle boot!&lt;br /&gt;I can't get them out of my head! My God! My size! My color! My everything!&lt;br /&gt;400 kroner (80 dollars!)! The sad thing is thought I don't get my pay check 'till Monday or Tuesday next F***king week! I'm COL (crying out loud) inside!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a picture of them, but well, you can't have it all at one time (I well get my boots thought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AGB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-4033782383506490123?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/4033782383506490123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=4033782383506490123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4033782383506490123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/4033782383506490123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='Shoes, shoes, shoes'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425071241473722461.post-6938646065094150507</id><published>2008-09-23T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:38:57.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Shoes. What can you say about the most important thing in a woman’s (17+) closet? Well I know that I can't live without then and I spend a lot of money on then! And how couldn't you?! The girls in my class of course love shoes like I do and we occasionally talk about what shoes we like and where we buy and as always when we get to the topic of size I tend to...frown, just a bit. I have big feet! I love me, myself and I, but I HATE my feet! You can't get any shoes when you wear over a size 6! That bugs me like hell!&lt;br /&gt;I sit in class and I bore my ass out in the English lesson so I look around. Then I look down and see this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantbulouse&lt;/span&gt; shoes. I don’t know what designer. I look up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLL&lt;/span&gt; is the owner of the shoes. She has the perfect size for shoes. Size 7! Of course when you tell her that she always come with the excuse: "Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have to buy shoes, my size is never there! The shoes are always sold out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; everybody wears a size 7!" excuse me, not everybody! Then there's this other girl from my class, AS, who, as far as I’m concern, only have high heels shoes, which is cool, but you know how you can just tell that a person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;’t wear high heels, and when I say high heels, I mean "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hutchie&lt;/span&gt; mama" high heels, and ohm yeah, pink! That’s just a fashion no no when you’re going to school!&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many shoes I would love to wear but I know that I never in a billion years would be able to fit them, not to mention afford:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192469255844370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjgvUemchI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZuOvHY-hzKc/s320/manolo_blahnik_shoes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blahnik&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I love Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Blahniks&lt;/span&gt;! So stylish and too small! When I think Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Blahnik&lt;/span&gt;, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt; (Sex and the City), I think Carrie, I think Mr. big, I think...hmm...sex I guess... and I must admit that it's kind of cool having the mini shoe box with the entire series. I like to call it my pair of tiny Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Blahnik&lt;/span&gt; shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; with my friend N, that when we come to New York, we're gonna at least buy (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; just try, to try) a pair of Manolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Blahniks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192470839964082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjgvaYSMbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HhZQIN3vAJ4/s320/jimmy%2520choo%2520oopshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; - what can I say? Just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192476513601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjgvvg_BiI/AAAAAAAAABo/264GsULSV7g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Phat - I love, love, love ankle boots!! They’re edgy, but still classy. You can look sexy, but still stylish in them and then they are the best shoes to dance in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192473585352706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjgvkm1gAI/AAAAAAAAABg/45tNnZL1mDY/s320/nike_sneakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike - I know that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been talking a lot about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;steels&lt;/span&gt; and high heels, but I do love sneakers too. So comfy. So stylish. So cool! I have a pair of those (the one pictured, just in another color), so yeah, there’s actually one kind of shoes where I can actually get my size! But the thing is (was) that when I had to buy my shoes the sells man told me that I was lucky that he had the shoe in my size! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thx&lt;/span&gt; a lot!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425071241473722461-6938646065094150507?l=agb-91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/feeds/6938646065094150507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425071241473722461&amp;postID=6938646065094150507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6938646065094150507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425071241473722461/posts/default/6938646065094150507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agb-91.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>YaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359857243091496876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjjcflqs4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Z470wk11W4/S220/192397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwqTr4fUxhw/SNjgvUemchI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZuOvHY-hzKc/s72-c/manolo_blahnik_shoes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
