<?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-3453796542419213485</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:02:21.221-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Q and A'/><category term='career path'/><title type='text'>Wild apartment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-760205218839206312</id><published>2010-06-10T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:48:37.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I only have got 5 followers and 0,5 (don't ask) blog views per day I'm not going to make this a big deal and e-cry (e-cry?!) about anything. The exams are approaching and seeing that I don't update this blog much anymore , I'm going to close it. No. I'm going to delete it, but probably never update here again. I want to start fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Althouuugh, I will start a new blog. Yes, I know, but I'm going to dedicate myself as much as I can to my new one. Its going to be... well very lah di dah. You'll see, nothing like this one. Very.... dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Wait, I think I WILL update here too. God, i gotta make up my mind!&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/3453796542419213485-760205218839206312?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/760205218839206312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/760205218839206312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/760205218839206312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye.html' title='Bye-bye'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-2280941193542857087</id><published>2010-04-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:22:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH fuck you!!</title><content type='html'>When I was reading &lt;a href="http://streetsofestonia.blogspot.com/2010/04/fake-facade.html"&gt;Maari's post&lt;/a&gt; the other day, I was reminded of something that happened 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/flashback/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am, sitting nicely on the bus when suddenly a woman taps me on the shoulder (she looks about 25yrs old).&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "Could you please ask that old man if he wants to sit down?"&lt;/span&gt; I look up and, I realize that I SHOULD of have stood up and let him sit instead... if I had seen him beforehand! So I nicely agree and ask the man. He says no, but that it was very kind of me to ask.&lt;br /&gt;So I relax for a short moment and look out of the window. Then that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;friggin' woman&lt;/span&gt; starts speaking with the woman sitting next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Kids these days. So impolite. I mean, when I was that young&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a few years ago&lt;/span&gt;, I would of have let the man sit down!"&lt;br /&gt;- "I know! Sooo annoying! But maybe its not in their culture. Who knows, maybe finnish people aren't THAT cultivated. I mean seriously...!"&lt;br /&gt;-- "Althouuugh maybe everything is not yet lost!. I mean, maybe she'll get off the next station...?"&lt;br /&gt;--"'Doubt it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I stand up, show them both the finger, shout "I'm estonian, not finnish you idiots" and get off the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I wish I did that, but unfortunately only the last part is true (getting off the bus).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-2280941193542857087?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2280941193542857087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/argh-fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2280941193542857087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2280941193542857087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/argh-fuck-you.html' title='ARGH fuck you!!'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-6951950109407318944</id><published>2010-04-29T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:45:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.LOVE.RAIN&lt;br /&gt;  gtg outside ASAP&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/3453796542419213485-6951950109407318944?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6951950109407318944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovelovelove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6951950109407318944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6951950109407318944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovelovelove.html' title='lovelovelove'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-3605593853025228185</id><published>2010-04-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:08:38.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m9DunQajI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GnzuGO6uua0/s1600/tumblr_l1l5qgEadi1qafenno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m9DunQajI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GnzuGO6uua0/s200/tumblr_l1l5qgEadi1qafenno1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465607494540749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m8-9ED_yI/AAAAAAAAA0U/LxpZu0NSH-0/s1600/tumblr_l1k00a4UdK1qbohddo1_400_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m8-9ED_yI/AAAAAAAAA0U/LxpZu0NSH-0/s200/tumblr_l1k00a4UdK1qbohddo1_400_large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465607412520320802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m84NplS_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/sJUIjVFcqJU/s1600/Carousel_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m84NplS_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/sJUIjVFcqJU/s200/Carousel_by_Sugarock99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465607296713575410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7hXcOkgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lzcZi9TePwQ/s1600/581575_ilovedevon9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7hXcOkgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lzcZi9TePwQ/s200/581575_ilovedevon9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605804693295618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7ViMapxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Ught1q1V_nM/s1600/576443_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7ViMapxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Ught1q1V_nM/s200/576443_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605601421338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7P7OAsBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/7mtrqKA1eas/s1600/2008-ohparis-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7P7OAsBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/7mtrqKA1eas/s200/2008-ohparis-01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605505059696658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7Aa48hjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-P-V6kZm0gA/s1600/missj%2Bty-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m7Aa48hjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-P-V6kZm0gA/s200/missj%2Bty-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605238683371058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno, I just felt like posting these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-3605593853025228185?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3605593853025228185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/smize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3605593853025228185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3605593853025228185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/smize.html' title='Smize'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9m9DunQajI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GnzuGO6uua0/s72-c/tumblr_l1l5qgEadi1qafenno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-411479444961258077</id><published>2010-04-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:05:58.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9me6qRZOHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5YgpavDO9yI/s1600/20081203213846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9me6qRZOHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5YgpavDO9yI/s200/20081203213846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465574353407654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9me_TCFpaI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Fs9LkhY4xmU/s1600/20zpea1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9me_TCFpaI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Fs9LkhY4xmU/s200/20zpea1_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465574433068787106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfOXe07EI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LUPmRMfYVWg/s1600/bubbles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfOXe07EI/AAAAAAAAAzE/LUPmRMfYVWg/s200/bubbles2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465574691961105474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfZx54MeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9DUlc8ENizY/s1600/bubbles5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfZx54MeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9DUlc8ENizY/s200/bubbles5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465574888032448994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfi2oX90I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Oy-zhyIvmes/s1600/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfi2oX90I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Oy-zhyIvmes/s200/bubbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465575043920033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfySYSJYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yZtu_fpKhTA/s1600/bubbles4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mfySYSJYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yZtu_fpKhTA/s200/bubbles4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465575309066773890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mey-BiyBI/AAAAAAAAAys/53-WmJcbNPQ/s1600/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm like a kid, blowing bubbles all day from my balcony (thank God for penthouse apartments-- like that, the bubbles don't pop against any walls &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mgMJU4uLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/xNYV21Md9Ng/s1600/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9mgMJU4uLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/xNYV21Md9Ng/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465575753313204402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-411479444961258077?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/411479444961258077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-with-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/411479444961258077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/411479444961258077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9me6qRZOHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5YgpavDO9yI/s72-c/20081203213846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-642164622404060757</id><published>2010-04-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:55:50.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring my hair blue, but this time, really blue :D</title><content type='html'>Yep, I know I've fallen behind on blogging, but that's just because there is so much more to do before I have to go back to school. I need to appreciate the freedom of doing so much that I'm doing nothing right now. Next week, school will start again and I will be busy practicing for the huge dance show, sewing (remember my business? x3), learning for the exams, doing the exams, homework= learn maths once and for all, worry a little about the future (my exam scores and everything) etc. Busy, busy, busy. The good thing is, if I pass everything successfully, I can stop school &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9lzshuE8uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HZGn729BYEs/s1600/supahappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9lzshuE8uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HZGn729BYEs/s200/supahappy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465526831593878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Oh-- wait, no, thats with parent's permission. Oh well, its not like I wanted to stop anyway. I'm actually looking forward to going to university (of design) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9lzirBeK-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/8H4u4DKFIQI/s1600/supahappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9lzirBeK-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/8H4u4DKFIQI/s200/supahappy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465526662292450274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; although I still have probably 3 years left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, like the title says, I feel like coloring my hair blue. More than streaks, but still not all of my hair. That would just freak my parents out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-642164622404060757?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/642164622404060757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/coloring-my-hair-blue-but-this-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/642164622404060757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/642164622404060757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/coloring-my-hair-blue-but-this-time.html' title='Coloring my hair blue, but this time, really blue :D'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9lzshuE8uI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HZGn729BYEs/s72-c/supahappy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-905865020496613531</id><published>2010-04-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:38:11.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9CkkininMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JPkOUqT1e4I/s1600/Always_Love_by_Roux_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9CkkininMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JPkOUqT1e4I/s200/Always_Love_by_Roux_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047295675309250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. You're funny&lt;br /&gt;2. You care&lt;br /&gt;3. You're easy to hang around with&lt;br /&gt;4. You're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;5. You know what a girl needs&lt;br /&gt;6. You're romantic&lt;br /&gt;7. You always think of something fun to do&lt;br /&gt;8. You like talking on the phone all night&lt;br /&gt;9. You forgive&lt;br /&gt;10. You hardly get mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you don't feel the same way about me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-905865020496613531?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/905865020496613531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/905865020496613531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/905865020496613531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if-i-love-you.html' title='What if I love you?'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S9CkkininMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JPkOUqT1e4I/s72-c/Always_Love_by_Roux_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-2527550809939119079</id><published>2010-04-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:31:48.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Everyday things I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S826y6cvu0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/0ppCm13MhfQ/s1600/Performance_by_Roux_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S826y6cvu0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/0ppCm13MhfQ/s200/Performance_by_Roux_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462227306916330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. The smell of most books (before you get the wrong idea, I'm no nerd)&lt;br /&gt;2. Colorful post-its. I've dedicated my whole mirror to them!&lt;br /&gt;3. Summer. Usually its too short but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;4. Animals.&lt;br /&gt;5. Colors.&lt;br /&gt;6. Comfy slippers&lt;br /&gt;7. Painting colorful streaks in my hair (I haven't dared to color everything... yet)&lt;br /&gt;8. History of people my age I can relate to (like Anne Frank)&lt;br /&gt;9. The converstation between one of my teachers and me: "You are interrupting my class with your babbling!" "You're interrupting my conversation!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-2527550809939119079?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2527550809939119079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-everyday-things-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2527550809939119079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2527550809939119079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-everyday-things-i-like.html' title='9 Everyday things I like'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S826y6cvu0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/0ppCm13MhfQ/s72-c/Performance_by_Roux_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-8041983904791668769</id><published>2010-04-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:07:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old school window</title><content type='html'>I got the inspiration for this uhm... work of art in my room from &lt;a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie Sokoler&lt;/a&gt;. I pretty much think that she is wonderful in many ways-- Katie manages to turn everyday life into something really special &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huCHIXbgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IFck5ctaPZk/s1600/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huCHIXbgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IFck5ctaPZk/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460735530739658242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.Anyway, here is what I managed to turn my window into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huXsddJeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/FlVa9FCsrPE/s1600/pacman1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huXsddJeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/FlVa9FCsrPE/s200/pacman1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460735901537478114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huhMTu73I/AAAAAAAAAxs/4S23vDKHuAA/s1600/pacman2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huhMTu73I/AAAAAAAAAxs/4S23vDKHuAA/s200/pacman2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460736064705458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have succeeded turning my window into something special &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8hu0BCwUpI/AAAAAAAAAx0/L2icl3Zs0J4/s1600/supahappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8hu0BCwUpI/AAAAAAAAAx0/L2icl3Zs0J4/s200/supahappy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460736388098970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you were wondering, the blue blob (to the left) is actually a paper cloud I attached from the ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-8041983904791668769?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8041983904791668769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-school-window.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/8041983904791668769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/8041983904791668769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-school-window.html' title='Old school window'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S8huCHIXbgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IFck5ctaPZk/s72-c/smail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-6419992736074935758</id><published>2010-04-09T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:20:49.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est de l'injustice</title><content type='html'>In my high school, high heels are no unnatural sight. They are a part of us. Maybe even an indispensable part, like clothes. Of course boys don't wear them (thank God), only girls do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found some really cool boots but they come with 3 inch heels. Now THAT'S a problem for me. I'm 14, soon 15, and already 177cm tall... I have looong legs. That means that I'm the tallest girl in my class compared to the short French (I go to a French school and yes, I speak french fluently as I have for the past.. 6 years?) guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, I'm tall but what if I really want to have high heels?&lt;/span&gt; Of course I CAN slip on a pair, but SHOULD I? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt; I tried it yesterday and the results were quite catastrophic: the girls were jealous, the shorter guys were intimidated, the taller guys... well... they were quite intimidated too, and my friends suggested that I not try them on again. I also tried to tell them that supermodels wear them, but of course their answer was: "Top Models do, but normal people don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what, does this mean that I have to be a model to wear heels? No thanks, I'll just wait until I turn 18 or something.&lt;br /&gt;Although what do I do with these boots? They weren't exactly cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My unlucky "hiking" shoes. Odd fashion choice in the US, but here its&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; à la mode&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S78qvekD2iI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Tku3JJS3aH4/s1600/shoezz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S78qvekD2iI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Tku3JJS3aH4/s200/shoezz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458128268542859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-6419992736074935758?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6419992736074935758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/cest-de-linjustice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6419992736074935758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6419992736074935758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/cest-de-linjustice.html' title='C&apos;est de l&apos;injustice'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S78qvekD2iI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Tku3JJS3aH4/s72-c/shoezz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-2683682295943247276</id><published>2010-04-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:40:39.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YOcD7JJbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/LPuXXr7b2_I/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YOcD7JJbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/LPuXXr7b2_I/s200/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455563873858430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know that I love Alice in Wonderland, so I was MORE than happy to hear that our Dance/Fashion studio, &lt;a href="http://www.marikas.se/"&gt;Marikas&lt;/a&gt;, is doing an AW theme based show this year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not sure how its going to go...yet. We haven't got our costumes yet (no, they aren't going to be the innocent Disney Alice costumes in blue and white. We're going for a whole new,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;, Alice, in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-patterns and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; splashes everywhere &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YMkcYgT_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/utyKn5qg4b4/s1600/supahappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YMkcYgT_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/utyKn5qg4b4/s200/supahappy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455561818839732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choreography is ready and gone through many times.&lt;br /&gt;We WERE supposed to dance a part with the smaller children, who were supposed to be different food packagings but they were somehow canceled from the show. Now, a different group (the same age as my group, so about 12-16) will take their place as cereal boxes and milk bottles. As you would think, they're not too happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I get to be one of the... uhm... many &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Alices&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the picture is from last year's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Sunny, I think I forgot to tell you that I've been taking dance.... for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time now. I'm actually taking lots of different classes, popping&amp;amp;locking (its really hard) etc. I'm sorry it just slipped my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-2683682295943247276?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2683682295943247276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/showtime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2683682295943247276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2683682295943247276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/showtime.html' title='Showtime!'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YOcD7JJbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/LPuXXr7b2_I/s72-c/43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-3790291764136677253</id><published>2010-04-02T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:12:40.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floral prints &amp; typewriters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YJH2pLhtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/jHIPymN_ZXY/s1600/ddu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YJH2pLhtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/jHIPymN_ZXY/s200/ddu6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558029137905362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YI-kvrKZI/AAAAAAAAAws/2a9gJ2DFJU8/s1600/ddu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun is shining and I've finally lost that fear of suffering from hypothermia. Now I can listen to the birds sing, and enjoy letting my  painted toenails dry by slipping them out of the window into the sunshine. I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;at last&lt;/span&gt; see the snow disappear, although slowly, bit by bit, creating huge puddles of water, just clear water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel like buying one of those classic Polaroid cameras, and jumping into spring to save it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-3790291764136677253?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3790291764136677253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/floral-prints-typewriters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3790291764136677253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3790291764136677253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/floral-prints-typewriters.html' title='Floral prints &amp; typewriters'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7YJH2pLhtI/AAAAAAAAAw0/jHIPymN_ZXY/s72-c/ddu6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4853055407715887881</id><published>2010-04-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:46:59.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware, useless post.</title><content type='html'>I knew what to write... but then it slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write a book? A really weird book, about how Kellogg's feels when its drowned with milk. Naw... Or maybe I really should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, yay for pranks! Today is 1st of April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (also made into a movie that was released 5th March here). The plot passioned me right away and since this morning I have been feeding myself with the contents of this ah-mah-zinngg (&lt;-- hoity-toity accent) book. Recommended, really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4853055407715887881?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4853055407715887881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/beware-useless-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4853055407715887881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4853055407715887881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/beware-useless-post.html' title='Beware, useless post.'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-5739696691644735325</id><published>2010-03-30T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:02:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't help myself</title><content type='html'>Before I move on to something new today, I just quickly want to post these four pictures ((c)me), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; size&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRF2wLeDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qPf67ZOGiTY/s1600/tgu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRF2wLeDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qPf67ZOGiTY/s200/tgu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454370522249525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRPKD_ztI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eYH1CFSdpXU/s1600/tguu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRPKD_ztI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eYH1CFSdpXU/s200/tguu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454370682051743442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRUUqZMeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ypKaA8di2yA/s1600/tguuu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRUUqZMeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ypKaA8di2yA/s200/tguuu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454370770796491234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRethd5nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tKTC9O9MnMs/s1600/tguuuu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRethd5nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tKTC9O9MnMs/s200/tguuuu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454370949268629106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7IgZ9mlxII/AAAAAAAAAv0/YueNtv_XfNY/s1600/tgublck.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7IgZ9mlxII/AAAAAAAAAv0/YueNtv_XfNY/s200/tgublck.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454457729104331906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7IggdQqHLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/S-RXYznKPX0/s1600/tguwhite.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7IggdQqHLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/S-RXYznKPX0/s200/tguwhite.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454457840681491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3453796542419213485-5739696691644735325?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5739696691644735325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-couldnt-help-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5739696691644735325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5739696691644735325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-couldnt-help-myself.html' title='I couldn&apos;t help myself'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HRF2wLeDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qPf67ZOGiTY/s72-c/tgu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4181232106609354804</id><published>2010-03-30T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:22:19.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I up to now?</title><content type='html'>What am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; up to right now? Not much, I just saved my dog from eating a magnet that she found on the shelf (just think about the consequences) and I think that after this post I'm going to find something fun to do. Sometimes I just get tired of being on the PC, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW if you are wondering what fun is to me, its either shopping, photography/drawing/cutting&amp;amp;pasting&amp;amp;etc, or sneaking out of the house to catch some glimpses of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt; Earth Hour went just fine for me &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HKYX9SSdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iBJ2lRK1czw/s1600/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HKYX9SSdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iBJ2lRK1czw/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454363143819119058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now excuse me, I have to save my dog from eating a pencil... she has developed some addiction to eating unknown stuff. Not that shes hungry or anything. My dog &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HMJMMbFNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/amZOmbqes8U/s1600/blnk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HMJMMbFNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/amZOmbqes8U/s200/blnk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454365081986602194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HLSGfMcvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/XDHkxBr8E_o/s1600/luv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HLSGfMcvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/XDHkxBr8E_o/s200/luv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454364135561917170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4181232106609354804?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4181232106609354804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4181232106609354804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4181232106609354804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/gossip-girl.html' title='What am I up to now?'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S7HKYX9SSdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iBJ2lRK1czw/s72-c/smail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-3643925135239283426</id><published>2010-03-27T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:50:08.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64lmsV5dmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sr4zAWnHZaY/s1600/eh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64lmsV5dmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sr4zAWnHZaY/s200/eh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453337545460512354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe its all the propaganda they've been spreading these last weeks, but I'm already excited when I think about Earth Hour. As last year didn't go so well, I'm thinking of being more careful this year. What happened last year, you ask? Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 28 2009:&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't keep myself of talking about Earth Hour all day, which, of course, annoyed my parents a lot. They finally decided to save some energy and switch off all of the lights. This made me quite happy but I should mention that they switched off the lights for only 15minutes (!) and 2 HOURS BEFORE EARTH HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;This means that when the time came for the real E.H. (I'll call it like this from now on) we were all sitting before the TV watching the evening news. Great. You cannot imagine how disappointed I was, even when my parents told me that we had "already done Earth Hour". Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 27 2010:&lt;/span&gt; ????????? *to be updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know that I need to FIRMLY convince my parents to switch off the lights &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt; this time.... The other possibility is that I cut off electricity in the whole apartment, say by poring water on an open cable (veryveryverymega dangerous but of course I like precautions. BTW I know I could just switch off electricity but I don't happen to be very good at handling those little buttons in the box-of-which-I-don't-know-the-name).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-3643925135239283426?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3643925135239283426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3643925135239283426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3643925135239283426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth hour'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64lmsV5dmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/sr4zAWnHZaY/s72-c/eh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4861610721457697943</id><published>2010-03-27T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T06:56:27.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>Photography, photography and more of my photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Nl_aaE-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/NPmbbt8JfCE/s1600/balloons.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Nl_aaE-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/NPmbbt8JfCE/s200/balloons.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453311145120764898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Nu9jYfFI/AAAAAAAAAts/W6pIKl2-RDU/s1600/herilanen%C3%A4mmn%C3%A4mm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Nu9jYfFI/AAAAAAAAAts/W6pIKl2-RDU/s200/herilanen%C3%A4mmn%C3%A4mm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453311299240361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64ORExDCMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DG7M8v0BEsk/s1600/monaco.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64ORExDCMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DG7M8v0BEsk/s200/monaco.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453311885292275906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Obcs8wlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/whdgIqT1gv4/s1600/tennis2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Obcs8wlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/whdgIqT1gv4/s200/tennis2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453312063516230226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64ODaQPDYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/12zZduGaHLM/s1600/summerquessionmark.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64ODaQPDYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/12zZduGaHLM/s200/summerquessionmark.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453311650542062978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64N3JZCdyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/EPw_3AwgPak/s1600/lilgirl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64N3JZCdyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/EPw_3AwgPak/s200/lilgirl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453311439857153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4861610721457697943?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4861610721457697943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4861610721457697943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4861610721457697943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S64Nl_aaE-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/NPmbbt8JfCE/s72-c/balloons.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4546899030278709315</id><published>2010-03-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:35:48.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to see here</title><content type='html'>Witty... witty... weeeh-teee... yup. Nice word! Unfortunately its not the word to describe this post. I'm not even sure WHY I am writing this, because after all, the only thing I wanted to post was this [click &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d3/Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see it]. Now look at that animation. Yes it is in fact a lady and a man (that by now should be about 200 years old) dancing. Boring but I somehow I can't stop looking at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I think that my brain is trying to make up for all the posts I missed. This is probably why I have written three posts in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Laura/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Laura/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Laura/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Laura/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4546899030278709315?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4546899030278709315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-to-see-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4546899030278709315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4546899030278709315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-to-see-here.html' title='Nothing to see here'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-5013138113870211603</id><published>2010-03-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:13:37.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was a Punk Rocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S6ZTtutUCiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LsgyuSbsgnE/s1600-h/VW_Bully_by_sanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S6ZTtutUCiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LsgyuSbsgnE/s200/VW_Bully_by_sanco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451136444075870754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some urges, impulses that a person must obey. This is why, when you let your eyes roll a little more down, you will see the lyrics of my favorite song right now. The tune is ok, but the lyrics really mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In  seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born too  late into a world that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker  with flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head of state didn't play  guitar&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody drove a car&lt;br /&gt;When music really mattered and  when radio was king&lt;br /&gt;When accountants didn't have control&lt;br /&gt;And the  media couldn't buy your soul&lt;br /&gt;And computers were still scary and we  didn't know everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with  flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in  the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I  wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pop  stars still remained a myth&lt;br /&gt;And ignorance could still be bliss&lt;br /&gt;And  when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale&lt;br /&gt;My mom  and dad were in their teens&lt;br /&gt;And anarchy was still a dream&lt;br /&gt;And the  only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I  was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In seventy-seven and  sixty-nine revolution was in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born too late into a world  that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my  hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When record shops were still on top&lt;br /&gt;And vinyl was  all that they stocked&lt;br /&gt;And the super info highway was still drifting  out in space&lt;br /&gt;Kids were wearing hand me downs&lt;br /&gt;And playing games  meant kick arounds&lt;br /&gt;And footballers still had long hair and dirt  across their face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers  in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  was born too late into a world that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a  punk rocker with flowers in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born too late into a world  that doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my  hair&lt;/em&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/3453796542419213485-5013138113870211603?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5013138113870211603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5013138113870211603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5013138113870211603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker.html' title='I wish I was a Punk Rocker'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S6ZTtutUCiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LsgyuSbsgnE/s72-c/VW_Bully_by_sanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-7469911979923917904</id><published>2010-03-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:55:09.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic uninteresting post.</title><content type='html'>I've got no excuse whatsoever for not writing anything for so long. 'Cos I haven't been extremely busy-- trust me.  The most exciting thing that has happened to me these last days is probably going to the &lt;a href="http://www.cafefoam.com/"&gt;Foam Café&lt;/a&gt; with some friends. Not cool... we ALWAYS go there. (BTW, recently I've heard that the Princess and her bf go there a lot too, which is kind of off putting as somehow they seem a bit dorky to me. I'm not sure I would want to sit next to them... oh well. I know, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure WHY I am writing this post. When I re-read it it seems so... so uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt; I received an invitation to a birthday party two days ago. I might mention that everything went very well &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I quickly opened the envelope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh wow, you're having an un-birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Yes [grins].&lt;br /&gt;ME: Wait a minute, is it your REAL birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;HER: [looks surprised] uh... yeah?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well... then its not an un-birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;HER: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;ME: An un-birthday is every day EXCEPT your real birthday!&lt;br /&gt;HER: What [looks very annoyed]!?!! I call it what I want!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ok, but technically its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;HER: Ugh-- give me that [takes invitation from me]!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why, my dear friends, never try to impress anyone with being nerdy when getting an invitation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-7469911979923917904?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7469911979923917904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/epik-uninteresting-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/7469911979923917904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/7469911979923917904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/epik-uninteresting-post.html' title='Epic uninteresting post.'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-5073423206261168685</id><published>2010-03-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:11:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With love. L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S50mRoxmhOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pxf2U2E_JMM/s1600-h/michael-jackson-this-is-it-soundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S50mRoxmhOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pxf2U2E_JMM/s200/michael-jackson-this-is-it-soundtrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448553208633263330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I have to make this post really quick as my mom is eager to have me pulled away from my PC. So-- I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; watched Michael Jackson's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is It&lt;/span&gt; movie! It was great although at times it got a little boring. You know, with all the more classical songs... I'm also surprised to say that the only part that got me at the verge of tears was the ending and "Memories of M.J" (located in the special features part). I expected to be going through hundreds of Kleenex tissues and drowning the whole apartment in tears, but astonishingly that wasn't the case. But no doubt, the film is a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can deny that this movie enhances the genius we all love in Michael Jackson, and as someone said, he is not only the King of Pop but also the King of Friends, King of being a father, King of Love, King of Music, etc. We love you Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't forget to compose my movie fact file, for the rare ones, like the me of 3hours ago, who haven't yet set their eyes on This is It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;↓ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACT FILE OF THIS IS IT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite character:&lt;/span&gt; M.J of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Composition:&lt;/span&gt;  4,5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional rate:&lt;/span&gt; 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended for ages:&lt;/span&gt; 0 to infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: &lt;/span&gt;you may have the urge to browse M.J fansites and Wikipedia for hours after watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I'm sorry if this post may seem a little messy and maybe not written at my best, but I'm quite tired &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S50muPmViVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JN8HndtBXNc/s1600-h/feelbad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S50muPmViVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JN8HndtBXNc/s200/feelbad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448553700091332946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-5073423206261168685?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5073423206261168685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-love-l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5073423206261168685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/5073423206261168685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-love-l-o-v-e.html' title='With love. L-O-V-E'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S50mRoxmhOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Pxf2U2E_JMM/s72-c/michael-jackson-this-is-it-soundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-3606035457702633372</id><published>2010-03-14T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:37:45.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt obliged....</title><content type='html'>[see title]... to post this. Apparently I'm not the only one to crack for Alice in Wonderland. Even the greatest designers as Alexander McQueen and Nicholas Kirkwood have fallen into the trap of curious curiosity, take a look:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yjyRhYCYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kr8yjuMdkys/s1600-h/crazy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yjyRhYCYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kr8yjuMdkys/s200/crazy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448409733303634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ytvet3kJI/AAAAAAAAArc/eK0GNerE64U/s1600-h/nicholas-kirkwood-alice-in-wonderland-for-printemps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ytvet3kJI/AAAAAAAAArc/eK0GNerE64U/s200/nicholas-kirkwood-alice-in-wonderland-for-printemps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448420680422363282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykQc4vzRI/AAAAAAAAArM/J_Y-Xk4zJS4/s1600-h/crazy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykKMe3P8I/AAAAAAAAArE/Vxu3dy-ILOc/s1600-h/crazy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykKMe3P8I/AAAAAAAAArE/Vxu3dy-ILOc/s200/crazy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410144267780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykEYX0fbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/mDJnrYlLPeE/s1600-h/crazy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykEYX0fbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/mDJnrYlLPeE/s200/crazy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410044380249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yj_QTr0EI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kvUUlPfhEFI/s1600-h/crazy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yj_QTr0EI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kvUUlPfhEFI/s200/crazy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448409956316074050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yj3Ym5YVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XyXQlPQflyc/s1600-h/crazy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yj3Ym5YVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XyXQlPQflyc/s200/crazy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448409821105185106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, don't you think that this collection is amazing?! I do &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykdEZkM8I/AAAAAAAAArU/H7Wd9YVHBAo/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5ykdEZkM8I/AAAAAAAAArU/H7Wd9YVHBAo/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448410468515591106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  BTW, those shoes will be available this summer, as in 2010, and are expected to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very expensive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;on auction only&lt;/span&gt;. Those are the kind of shoes that even the most known celebs have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;borrow&lt;/span&gt;... except Bill Gates, but I hope he doesn't have the habit of wearing woman's shoes (or feminine clothes in general)... That would just be pure awkward....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-3606035457702633372?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3606035457702633372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-felt-obliged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3606035457702633372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/3606035457702633372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-felt-obliged.html' title='I felt obliged....'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5yjyRhYCYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kr8yjuMdkys/s72-c/crazy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-1403364431554873700</id><published>2010-03-12T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:30:41.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends that are worth living for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5qIR6tgtQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aKK81t3YNOY/s1600-h/happiness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5qIR6tgtQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aKK81t3YNOY/s200/happiness.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447816540657333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I really felt like I had been wrapped between the covers of a storybook. As suspicious as that might seem (no I'm not on dope), I'm serious. For me there's nothing better than knowing that I'm escaping educational slavery, aka school, to rush towards a sunny freedom. I have no reason whatsoever to be sad: I'm a "new" aunt, its soon the weekend, I have a dog and a family, friends, I have an immense imagination buzzing around me 24/7, I've got a working radio, I can open a window to let in the fresh air, it's sunny and finally I can sense everything starting to grow all around us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to remind you... that life is good &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5qIJS0RDaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/oHrhIhkpf_s/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5qIJS0RDaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/oHrhIhkpf_s/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447816392509296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-1403364431554873700?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1403364431554873700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekends-that-are-worth-living-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/1403364431554873700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/1403364431554873700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekends-that-are-worth-living-for.html' title='Weekends that are worth living for'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5qIR6tgtQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aKK81t3YNOY/s72-c/happiness.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-2688176577139413518</id><published>2010-03-09T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:23:09.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flow of emotions *updated*</title><content type='html'>I have never felt this before, because when my mom went into labor with my little sis I was too little to notice anything. Yes, I think you know what I'm writing about... my brother just sent me a message saying that he is rushing to the hospital (or wherever you usually have babies) to be with his girlfriend. YOU CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I'M FEELING! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;In a few hours or so, I'm going to be an aunt&lt;/span&gt;!!! My brother... the guy who watched Cartoon Network and played with me, is going to be a dad! God, I hope that the baby and the mom (my bros girlfriend) and my bro will be, and are, OK. This is so weird and exciting! I can honestly tell you that my insides are filled with fluttering butterflies...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really hope that everything goes w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S.#1:&lt;/u&gt; Tomorrow is my little sis' birthday: she will turn 10 on the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March two 2010, which also happens to be the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; week! Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S.#2:&lt;/u&gt; Wouldn't it be such a wonderful thing if the baby was born after 12pm so on March 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;? He would have the same birthday as my sister (see P.S.#1:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S.#3:&lt;/u&gt; I just lent the original collection of Alice stories (Alice in wonderland, etc.) by Lewis Carroll and I'm more than sure that I'm going to have a tough time giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;EDIT&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (MARCH 10 2010):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The baby was born 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; March 2010, at 12:55pm. Really, couldn't he have waited 5 more minutes to be born on the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5fg5Aa30iI/AAAAAAAAApM/0FrBAqvNj5E/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5fg5Aa30iI/AAAAAAAAApM/0FrBAqvNj5E/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447069544297779746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Daniel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: &lt;/span&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pics?:&lt;/span&gt; The first pic is a webcam screen-capture &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kdDhLHfXI/AAAAAAAAAps/VHml6arOc6s/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kdDhLHfXI/AAAAAAAAAps/VHml6arOc6s/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447417170563136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5fvNeemV1I/AAAAAAAAApU/A7VEKUfAp4U/s1600-h/brosbabypicno1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5fvNeemV1I/AAAAAAAAApU/A7VEKUfAp4U/s200/brosbabypicno1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447085289126647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kmhi7HTcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kSho6ggS80c/s1600-h/daniel1blackwhitesmall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kmhi7HTcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kSho6ggS80c/s200/daniel1blackwhitesmall.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447427582033612226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kmo9YWuiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/036EMI3ltHQ/s1600-h/dniel3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5kmo9YWuiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/036EMI3ltHQ/s200/dniel3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447427709394663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-2688176577139413518?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2688176577139413518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/flow-of-emotions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2688176577139413518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2688176577139413518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/flow-of-emotions.html' title='A flow of emotions *updated*'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5fg5Aa30iI/AAAAAAAAApM/0FrBAqvNj5E/s72-c/smail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-6079853965607411305</id><published>2010-03-08T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:35:14.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar's glam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5VDWBexJKI/AAAAAAAAApE/8EvZsSAB_VQ/s1600-h/zeoscasr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5VDWBexJKI/AAAAAAAAApE/8EvZsSAB_VQ/s200/zeoscasr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446333370008151202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a bit cranky today, after having slept only ca 2 hours... yes my dear friends: I watched the Oscar gala. So as you probably know, I live in Sweden and this means that I have to get up 2:30am to watch it only to go back to sleep at 6:00am. So basically this was my Night Plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;8pm March 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I go to bed and try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;10pm March 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Nowhere reaching my goal... I count sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;11:40pm March 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Finally I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I wake up to my alarm clock and drag myself to my sis' bedroom to wake her up. Note to self: next time do not wake up the dog (woof, woof panic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2:30 March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; to prevent myself from falling to sleep I go get some cereal...zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;6am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Thats all folks, the Oscars are over for this year! Finally I go back to sleep in my warm, comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6:15am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Great, WHY CAN'T I SLEEP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;6:29am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6:30am March 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; *alarm clock* time to walk the dog and drag my ass to school &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5UpQPsfLlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/r6S8lKzXsoU/s1600-h/feelbad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5UpQPsfLlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/r6S8lKzXsoU/s200/feelbad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446304683442253394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look back into the recent past (this morning) I find that I don't regret waking up to watch the Oscars at all. Seriously... and to tape the show wouldn't of have been the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;! The thing I regret is having to go to school today, but weirdly enough I was even more hyperactive than usual... Its only now that I started feeling really tired... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;congratz to the nominees and the award winners&lt;/span&gt;, especially for the films Precious and The Hurt Locket. I really can't wait to pop up in a cinema to see those two. Or are they on DVD already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-6079853965607411305?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6079853965607411305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-glam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6079853965607411305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/6079853965607411305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-glam.html' title='Oscar&apos;s glam'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5VDWBexJKI/AAAAAAAAApE/8EvZsSAB_VQ/s72-c/zeoscasr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-7419044728881618026</id><published>2010-03-07T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:49:41.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I think I'm in love</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to bore you out AGAIN with Alice in Wonderland, but its really one of the few things I can relate to! I'm not another crazy fan who feels like she can relate to any popular movie and runs after the celebs-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I actually can relate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found something that I will beg for until I can't beg anymore, but I will still find a way to beg more for this (I have to beg because I spent my money on a necklace that the store wont take back... shit).&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PhtjoU0gI/AAAAAAAAAok/5oxGLFAV5Ac/s1600-h/awcharmbracelet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PhtjoU0gI/AAAAAAAAAok/5oxGLFAV5Ac/s200/awcharmbracelet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445944547195802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PmeLoKNNI/AAAAAAAAAos/u3bukABg5hY/s1600-h/awneckalce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PmeLoKNNI/AAAAAAAAAos/u3bukABg5hY/s200/awneckalce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445949780612756690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PmiQ4ID6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/pCEjqOukJCw/s1600-h/awneckalce2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PmiQ4ID6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/pCEjqOukJCw/s200/awneckalce2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445949850741378978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate Alice in Wonderland jewelery that can be bought &lt;a href="http://cherishedtrinkets.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I showed this to my mom and of course the first thing she noticed was the price: around £30... [words that are too nasty to be written go here to express my feelings]. Sadly my parents believe in economic-independence and this is why I have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A) &lt;/span&gt;Wait for my b-day to get these or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;B)&lt;/span&gt; scrape some money from my allowances to come (lets say my allowance is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only 15€ per month&lt;/span&gt;, so I could buy a bracelet in... lets see... 3 months. I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG ! It will be my b-day in that time!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot: begbegbegbegbegbegbegbegbegbeg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-7419044728881618026?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7419044728881618026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-i-think-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/7419044728881618026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/7419044728881618026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-i-think-im-in-love.html' title='God, I think I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5PhtjoU0gI/AAAAAAAAAok/5oxGLFAV5Ac/s72-c/awcharmbracelet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-1003966034094289929</id><published>2010-03-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:18:52.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple matter</title><content type='html'>This may be one of my shortest posts so far in the area of text, BUT I have a couple of my photos I'm bursting to show you. Not that they're the best quality or amazing talent show-offs but I love them so much. There's everything I love: unique &amp;amp; experimental photography and colors, colors, COLORS! BTW I like hanging stuff (as in clouds and paper planes) from my ceiling-- that's just the way I am!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FOzYREVhI/AAAAAAAAAms/kA88K_gaP2s/s1600-h/cloudinmyhome.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FOzYREVhI/AAAAAAAAAms/kA88K_gaP2s/s200/cloudinmyhome.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445220069061973522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPAGCIThI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bOgvNO-9YFI/s1600-h/experiment.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPAGCIThI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bOgvNO-9YFI/s200/experiment.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445220287505780242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPjmkcqsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/khD2XtIKTgI/s1600-h/lilcloud.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPjmkcqsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/khD2XtIKTgI/s200/lilcloud.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445220897535077058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPbuPHegI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vRXURu7aCpA/s1600-h/flyflyaway.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FPbuPHegI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vRXURu7aCpA/s200/flyflyaway.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445220762154138114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5pbS5SKxNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ImfYLAUkRPs/s1600-h/planeinmyhome.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5pbS5SKxNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ImfYLAUkRPs/s200/planeinmyhome.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447767079430833362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-1003966034094289929?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1003966034094289929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-matter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/1003966034094289929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/1003966034094289929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-matter.html' title='A simple matter'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FOzYREVhI/AAAAAAAAAms/kA88K_gaP2s/s72-c/cloudinmyhome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-9036353354194016696</id><published>2010-03-05T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:00:43.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Who do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>[SEE TITLE] When I was about 7 years old, I would answer "dentist". I just loved the smell and look of a dentist's office, latex gloves and all the little tools and lights. Not to mention the huge sunglasses that I eagerly put on. So in conclusion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlike so many other kids I loved going to the dentist&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; orthodontist and I was sure to want to become one of "them" when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;But now its different (especially after the torture I went through when I had my braces up AND down &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5E1EjbK1JI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VORMSID0454/s1600-h/eeeehannyod.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 18px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5E1EjbK1JI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VORMSID0454/s200/eeeehannyod.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445191776812586130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;): my dreams of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;pursuing in the art of teeth-examination&lt;/span&gt; have faded. So what do I answer now, when a sweet, smelly old lady walks up to me with one question on her mind--who do you want to be when you grow up? Well honestly my answer is rather vague: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I dunno... something with art I guess. That would suit me best... or astronomy. Although &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I adore animals &lt;/span&gt;more than anyone I know so I would love to become a vet but my intelligence isn't good enough...So maybe a wildlife park director? Otherwise I move back to a villa in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; St:Tropez &lt;/span&gt;with my dog and work for V.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, you don't know V. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as she is very paranoid I prefer to use an abbreviation&lt;/span&gt;. Also as you see my self esteem concerning my intelligence has been gradually lowered by some friends and family so I am very afraid to even think about being a vet &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5E34sbdOUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FhdKsKWdMtM/s1600-h/arghhh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5E34sbdOUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FhdKsKWdMtM/s200/arghhh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445194871606163778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But am i too young to think about this right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-9036353354194016696?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9036353354194016696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/9036353354194016696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/9036353354194016696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='Who do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5E1EjbK1JI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VORMSID0454/s72-c/eeeehannyod.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4785974677811773066</id><published>2010-03-03T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:41:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premiere-- Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S452J4RqPtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YwfmdnqJZ2U/s1600-h/johnny_depp_helena_bonham_carter_alice_in_wonderland_tim_burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S452J4RqPtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YwfmdnqJZ2U/s200/johnny_depp_helena_bonham_carter_alice_in_wonderland_tim_burton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444418911634865874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, premieres here aren't half as glamorous as the Hollywood ones far from this place, but nevertheless I find them worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the Alice in Wonderland premiere and I though of one word to express myself: AWESOME! Maybe I'm so in awe because I watched in 3D but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;! This film happens to be a must, especially for people like me (aka weird &amp;amp; creative ppl). Although, I wouldn't recommend it for viewers who want to see a thriller or something. This movie does have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;plot but its not the kind that has you holding on to your chair for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm quite sure that this tops my favorite films list as #1 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S45zsL1zjOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/t3Fz5D4Y8CQ/s1600-h/alluneedisluv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S45zsL1zjOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/t3Fz5D4Y8CQ/s200/alluneedisluv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444416202467413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Plus, from now on, I've decided to do a little fact file on every movie I watch &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S451PF7X2iI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OYmZwvapVEc/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S451PF7X2iI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OYmZwvapVEc/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444417901687200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;↓ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACT FILE OF A.W. in 3D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Favorite characters:&lt;/span&gt; Cheshire cat &amp;amp; the mad hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot rating:&lt;/span&gt; 5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thrill rate:&lt;/span&gt; 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended for ages:&lt;/span&gt; 8 to 145&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acting rating/choice of actors:&lt;/span&gt; 5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: &lt;/span&gt;makes you fall in love with Johnny Depp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4785974677811773066?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4785974677811773066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/premiere-alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4785974677811773066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4785974677811773066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/premiere-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Premiere-- Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S452J4RqPtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YwfmdnqJZ2U/s72-c/johnny_depp_helena_bonham_carter_alice_in_wonderland_tim_burton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-8674826450603803877</id><published>2010-03-01T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:17:54.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FKhIN2P8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/O4XM127ylrQ/s1600-h/icezathome.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FKhIN2P8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/O4XM127ylrQ/s200/icezathome.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445215357469343682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now don't get me wrong: I love heaps of  fluffy snow but ONLY in December! Its the first day of March (yay &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uV22uT9sI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vOb4zeimMrI/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uV22uT9sI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vOb4zeimMrI/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443609344242611906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!) but the whole country is drowning in huge mountain of white&amp;amp;cold stuff aka snow (boo &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uWMerizyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DCms-wyJ7fE/s1600-h/feelbad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uWMerizyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DCms-wyJ7fE/s200/feelbad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443609715745672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!). My opinion &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; snow has changed dramatically since October/09...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;October 2009:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OMG-- look its snowing!!! Wohooooooooooooo I love snow! + this is awesome as it helps stop global warming! Yaaay! *clap, clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;March 2010:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OMG-- look its snowing!!! NOOOOOOO! Why? Why? Why can't it snow only in North Pole? Why?! Where is spring???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uXZZ-qBhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BswKCfTzWBg/s1600-h/booho.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4uXZZ-qBhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BswKCfTzWBg/s200/booho.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443611037333587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Does anyone else think that the next Ice Age, the real one, is at it's peak? BTW, right now another snow storm has just ravaged our block. Although... snow cannot stop me from running to &lt;a href="http://www.pandurohobby.se/"&gt;Panduro Hobby&lt;/a&gt;, buying lots of canvas and oil paint and running back home! Mwahahaha!!! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: the picture is made of my roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-8674826450603803877?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8674826450603803877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/nooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/8674826450603803877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/8674826450603803877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/03/nooo.html' title='Nooo!'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S5FKhIN2P8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/O4XM127ylrQ/s72-c/icezathome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-4265848559078246556</id><published>2010-02-28T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:30:46.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv17NALyI/AAAAAAAAAio/dSbw9A3Ecf0/s1600-h/aw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv17NALyI/AAAAAAAAAio/dSbw9A3Ecf0/s200/aw.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443286071846645538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv6uh3m8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Xz1HuEwK7Z8/s1600-h/aw2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv6uh3m8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Xz1HuEwK7Z8/s200/aw2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443286154343848898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv-xFrWGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FLi1OGLpi2o/s1600-h/aw3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv-xFrWGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FLi1OGLpi2o/s200/aw3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443286223750387810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lately been really interested in Lewis Carroll's &lt;u&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/u&gt;. Especially when I heard that there was going to be a movie based on the book. Aah that's exciting! Although I'm not sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I'm so interested.... Maybe its all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; that has been poured between the pages of this book? Yep I think that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've decided to paint over my old oil painting (that is considered as 100% crap, because I painted it when I was like 11. I was actually afraid of putting too much paint on the canvas... The result was so terrible that even THEN I wanted to hide my painting far far away from civilization) with something very creative and Alice in Wonderland-themed. I'll post making-of-pictures ASAP &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4qME-Jom-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/jsL_QdfWDbg/s1600-h/smail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4qME-Jom-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/jsL_QdfWDbg/s200/smail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443317116661439458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures above are from &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-4265848559078246556?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4265848559078246556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4265848559078246556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/4265848559078246556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in wonderland'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4pv17NALyI/AAAAAAAAAio/dSbw9A3Ecf0/s72-c/aw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-2685685504775772398</id><published>2010-02-27T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:34:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby craze</title><content type='html'>So this is the deal: my bro is having a baby (actually his girlfriend is having the baby, but its&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; their &lt;/span&gt;baby. I'm just saying because these days you never know...haha). The due-date is actually quite close to right NOW and I'm probably as excited as can be. The past weeks I have been looking at baby-store windows and in online baby-stores, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as if I was the one pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually bought anything.... yet, but I have my eye on a cute soft &lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492713670&amp;amp;PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446250570&amp;amp;R=3603911009383&amp;amp;P_name=Baby+Dior&amp;amp;sid=12710ACE39A8&amp;amp;ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474395222441&amp;amp;bmUID=1267295128195"&gt;Dior baby footie&lt;/a&gt;. It's very simple and it looks so darn comfy &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4lkI5ttq-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zlAfKMKWrCg/s1600-h/alluneedisluv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 17px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4lkI5ttq-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zlAfKMKWrCg/s200/alluneedisluv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442991728748243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! The only problem is that I think it's too expensive for a baby footie. I would buy clothes as expensive for someone of ages 10-100 or s/t, but not an infant. The again, when have Saks and Dior been cheap? Nevaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I should wait until the baby is actually BORN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-2685685504775772398?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2685685504775772398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2685685504775772398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/2685685504775772398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-craze.html' title='Baby craze'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4lkI5ttq-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zlAfKMKWrCg/s72-c/alluneedisluv.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3453796542419213485.post-791206079509207494</id><published>2010-02-27T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:22:31.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q and A'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't like interviews?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; What made you create a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Something called boredom I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; What are you planning to write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Oh there is so many themes I've thought of! Although mainly I think I'll blog about the premieres/events I go to, my &lt;u&gt;unique&lt;/u&gt; style/fashion, and some of my art and everyday musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; How old are you and are you a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;I'm a  girl: 14, soon 15....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; What language will you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Common English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; Where did you get your blog name (Wild Apartment) from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; At first I thought that I would use the name "Wild Penthouse" as I almost always  have a party going on in my penthouse apartment , but I then found out on Google that penthouse is also a porn magazine (ew ew ewwww! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4kbe5DWdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/Wu1UCsN3Hgk/s1600-h/puke.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4kbe5DWdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/Wu1UCsN3Hgk/s200/puke.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442911842178856258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). This is how I decided to change to "Wild apartment"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; Do you think that this was a fun interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Not really as I'm the one interviewing myself... (pause)...sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3453796542419213485-791206079509207494?l=wildapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/791206079509207494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-doesnt-like-interviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/791206079509207494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3453796542419213485/posts/default/791206079509207494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildapartment.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-doesnt-like-interviews.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t like interviews?'/><author><name>[insert name here before it crawls away]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/TBOW3hJ240I/AAAAAAAAA1k/X6PyTHa2ACw/S220/20090213135053_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KbtOtXslVZE/S4kbe5DWdUI/AAAAAAAAAho/Wu1UCsN3Hgk/s72-c/puke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
