<?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-22341427</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:35.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Girl's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-8679195999270288296</id><published>2007-04-21T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:51:37.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know those days when you feel like doing nothing more than just lying in your bed. Today's that day for me! I'm feeling blue. I just finished my exams yesterday so I should be ready to get the party started but I'm just not in the mood. There is nothing to do, I'm so bored. All I want is my boyfriend with me with his arms around me and whispering sweet words in my ear. Only he can make me feel better today. The reality is that I have to wait for 69 more days until I can be close to him. so unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-8679195999270288296?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8679195999270288296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=8679195999270288296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/8679195999270288296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/8679195999270288296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue...'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-117562799807577842</id><published>2007-04-03T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:19:58.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distance love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My boyfriend and I are in love, but we're on different continents. My baby lives on an island far way, a place so beautiful with the most amazing people. I won't deny it's hard because it is, it's so hard. Knowing what I do right now, I wouldn't do it again. But my baby is so amazing, I'd do anything for him. He is my soul, my heart, the air I breathe. I miss him so much but there is nothing I can do. All I can do is wait for June to come, I'll see him June 29th. 86 more painful days and nights, wishing he was by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I miss him the most when I go to bed because when I'm with him, he opens his arms and says come here baby, let's start dreaming. Now I have to sleep without him, without hearing his voice and feeling his body against mine. I miss everything about him, especially the way he looks at me and smiles. I want to be with him because he is my home and without him I feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-117562799807577842?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/117562799807577842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=117562799807577842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/117562799807577842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/117562799807577842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-distance-love.html' title='Long distance love'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-116065571103660649</id><published>2006-10-12T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:21:51.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened this summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, summer's over and I feel very sad about it. I had a great summer, probably the best summer I'll ever have. First of all i went on holiday with boyfriend dearest. And let me tell you it was absolute HELL. He didn't bother to clean his mess up, he constandly needed attention from me ( Hey it was my vacation too!!), he was being annoying about money and to make things worse he didn't bother to flush the toilet. All i did was wait for the 7 days to be over and i did survive! A few weeks after i got back home I went on vacation again but this time with my family. I went to a carribean island and lemme just tell you that i had the best holiday ever. When i was there it finally hit me that my relationship had to be ended. He just wasn't making me happy and it had been 3 months. 3 long months with doubts ever day but all of the sudden i realised that i was over him. So i did what i had to do and i ended the relationship. I don't regret that, i feel a lot happier now. So yeah it was a hard summer because i had to make a difficult decision and i broke up with my boyfriend who i had been dating for the past 18 months, but it was also a great summer because i grew a lot as a person. And i finally know what i want to do with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-116065571103660649?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116065571103660649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=116065571103660649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/116065571103660649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/116065571103660649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-happened-this-summer.html' title='What happened this summer...'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-115029845305007561</id><published>2006-06-14T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:20:53.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's my birthday today, my 21st. The day didn't start very good for me though, I spilled coffee on my shirt so I had to change and I was almost late for my German oral exam. My exam was alright, better than expected! Now I'm trying to study for my French exam, which is on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You might be wondering what boyfriend dearest bought for me, his loving girlfriend.... Well nothing. Isn't that sweet?!? He was like yeah I didn't have a lot of time with exams and stuff,so I'll buy you something next week. GREAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I'm going to celebrate my birthday this evening by watching a good movie in my bed and eating a lot of junk food. That's always good. Just wanted to give a shout out to "Anonymous", thx for the comments. That was really nice !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-115029845305007561?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115029845305007561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=115029845305007561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/115029845305007561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/115029845305007561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114942688096036895</id><published>2006-06-04T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:14:40.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7903/2271/1600/strand_planten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7903/2271/320/strand_planten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's June. i like June, i have my birthday in June and it's the month when summer starts. And yeah i love summer, i'm a beach girl. I'm looking forward to this summer, it's gonna be a great one. well i hope it will be. I'm going on holiday, not once but 3 times. Twice to the carribean and once to i don't know where. My friend and i are planning a last minute somewhere in august or september. It's gonna be great, 2 girls in a foreign country with a beautiful beach and some great clubs. All that's left for me is some exams and then i'll be off. I just gotta get through these next 3 weeks. It's not gonna be easy but 5th July i'm off to my fav. place on earth. yeah the carribean....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114942688096036895?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114942688096036895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114942688096036895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114942688096036895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114942688096036895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114865531729738061</id><published>2006-05-26T16:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:55:17.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmm I saw my cousin a few days ago, it had been almost 2 years since i last saw him. And well oh my god he was looking good. I'm not in love with my cousin, that would be freaky, even for me haha. But he changed and damn he's fine. If he wasn't related, yeah maybe... But he still is and i do still have a boyfriend, not that that would matter but you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114865531729738061?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114865531729738061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114865531729738061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114865531729738061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114865531729738061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/freaky-me.html' title='Freaky me...'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114865498602992399</id><published>2006-05-26T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:49:46.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend really does suck !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes he does. Lately he has done more bad than good. He just keeps getting on my nerves. Tuesday a friend made a dumb joke about my boyfriend's mom and he called me a stupid bitch because I was laughing. I didn't talk to him until Wednesday night but later that night I found out he was text messaging his ex in the middle of the night. I found out because he accidentally sent the message to me in stead of to his ex. STUPID ! If you're gonna do something do it right baby haha. The message was pretty harmless but still, I don't want him to be doing that and especially not at night. She asked him out by the way and he said no. But he sent more than one message. He just bugs me and I like it when we fight. I've been thinking about breaking up with him, it would be really difficult if we did. I don't know ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114865498602992399?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114865498602992399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114865498602992399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114865498602992399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114865498602992399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-boyfriend-really-does-suck.html' title='My Boyfriend really does suck !'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114763111170984600</id><published>2006-05-14T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:25:11.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;All of a sudden i'm having second thoughts about my life. I'm in a good relationship, my boyfriend is really sweet, he loves me and he treats me good. But for some reason it's not enough anymore. All of a sudden I don't know if i wanna have a serious relationship at this point in my life. I'm only 20 years old, i really thought i wanted a serious relationship but now i'm not so sure anymore. Before i met him, i had all these dreams. I wanted to live alone and move to a big and exciting city or work in a foreign country. Travel without knowing where i'll be the next day. Right now i can already see what my life is gonna be. In a few years my boyfriend and i will move in together, we'll get married and we'll probably have children, i'll have a boring job and then i'll retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I used to think it was enough, i was looking forward to getting married. I don't anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me, i just can't help the way i feel. I don't wanna lose my boyfriend but at the same time i don't know if i wanna stay with him. Maybe it's just a phase, i don't know. I just wish i knew what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114763111170984600?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114763111170984600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114763111170984600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114763111170984600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114763111170984600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/second-thoughts.html' title='Second Thoughts'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114408162094414325</id><published>2006-04-03T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:27:00.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex ...or tv?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I asked my boyfriend what he was gonna do tonight. He said he would come over tomorrow, but tonight seemed so much  better because i was gonna be home alone. And what do 2 people who are in love do when they're home alone... YES exactely. So i was hoping he would wanna come over. No wait i knew he wanted to come over. His answer did surprise me yeah, we wanted to watch "Lost" tonight. Now  does this have something to do with my performance, or should i say lack of performance? No i refuse to believe that, i know him and he loves it. few minutes later he proposed to record it but i didn't feel like "getting down and dirty" anymore. Mm rejecting men truly is a gift from God, it feels great. Maybe even better than you know what i mean:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114408162094414325?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114408162094414325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114408162094414325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114408162094414325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114408162094414325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex-or-tv.html' title='Sex ...or tv?'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114236180194812994</id><published>2006-03-14T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:44:55.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another fun day in college...why is it that everywhere you go there are annoying people. There are a few girls in my class who i really can't stand. You know girls that have a lot to say about everyone and everything. They complain about other people's clothes and hair and the best part is they look like hell. they're definately not in a position to make fun of other people. I mean c'mon girl buy a mirror, take a good look at yourself and if you honestly think you look better than everyone else you can make fun of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had a burnbook, like in mean girls, i know who my first 2 pages would be dedicated to. They are not just annoying and rude, they're also terrible dressers. I'm not saying i'm a stylist but there are some rules a girl just knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You do not wear skirts that don't completely cover your ass, and you definatly don't wear them if your legs are big.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanktops are great but not to go to school, i don't wanna see whatchu got when i'm in class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tight jeans are cool but when you need 20 min to close your pants...no not good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't show other people which g-string you're wearing that day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never wear colour with black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well there are of course a lot of other rules but these are the most important ones to me, if you have one lemme know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114236180194812994?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114236180194812994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114236180194812994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114236180194812994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114236180194812994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-fun-day-in-college.html' title=''/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114155593826718075</id><published>2006-03-05T12:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:52:18.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well as i expected, we didn't go out. he didn't even come over, he decided he could spend some time with me on sunday and have friday and saturday to go out with the boys. Yes cuz that's what he did, he was out with his friend till about 3.30 am and then he felt like saying i love you to me so he woke me up. I gotta get rid of that cell phone or at least turn it of at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;in stead of getting his sweet girlfriend, he got überbitch ( i love this side of me), i can be really annoying i know but he deserves it. Am i the only one who has these problems? Is my boyfriend really the only one who goes out with the boys way more than necessary? if so then...well i picked the best one again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ladies i'm waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114155593826718075?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114155593826718075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114155593826718075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114155593826718075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114155593826718075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-update.html' title='Sunday update'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114148874075608435</id><published>2006-03-04T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:12:20.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So it's saturday again and this is what i did so far:  I woke up at 11, i went downstairs for breakfast, had breakfast in front of the tv, some house make-over show, went upstairs and studied a bit, still not dressed at this time. then  i went downstairs again and had a little argument with my lil sis, went back upstairs and got dressed, did some more studying and now i'm here. writing a blog that no one reads anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I used to love saturday but now it's just another day. saturday and sunday have become 1 really long day because both days are just an excuse for walking around in my pj's and doing nothing. I used to dream about being in my 20's when i was young and i imagined that i would have an amazing boyfriend who would surprise me with weekend -trips and great presents like a puppy or something, and i'd have a small group of great girlfriends and we would go to the hottest clubs and party all night long in our amazing designer dresses. I'd have a great house, somewhere near the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;well things turned out pretty different, i'm in college, i live at home, i don't go clubbing in amazing outfits every week and i'm not living the sex in the city life. I do have an amazing boyfriend, he just doesn't surprise me very often. he likes to stay in and watch movies and he LOVES going out, just not with me. he'd rather go out clubbing all night with his buddies, who are all single by the way. I wish they would start dating so i can have my boyfriend back. he promised we were gonna do something so maybe i won't sit home alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ps: if your a nice girl, age about 19-25 and looking for a nice guy, let me know cuz 3 of my boyfriend's friends are looking for someone. well i'm looking for someone for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114148874075608435?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114148874075608435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114148874075608435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114148874075608435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114148874075608435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-again.html' title='Saturday again...'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114106747363765660</id><published>2006-02-27T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:51:24.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Things About Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my Boyfriend, well most of the time anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;my favorite snack is ice cream, even in winter. Mocca is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My cat is my baby and i love her so much, she's almost 10 years old and she sleeps on my bed every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a drama- queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love good food, I'll eat even when i'm not hungry. I love chinese food and pasta's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a student in college and i don't like studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I sing in my room and pretend i'm performing in front of thousands of people. ( i'm crazy i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm an emo-eater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love Lays sensations ( thai sweet chili)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wear mostly jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have a shoe addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Also a belt and purse addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My favorite vacation spot is the carribean, i fell in love with the carribean when i was there a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I speak 5 languages. some better than others :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The best movie i saw is the notebook, i cried my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love reading, the book i'm reading right now is "Girl" by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love puppies, i really want one but i'm not allowed. Boyfriend promised i'll get one when we move in together and that'll be in 2.5 years( when i graduate) Still soooo long!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm shy when i meet new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love watching tv, i'm a reality-tv freak. stuff like Idols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love my bed, i like to sleep long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I want children, i think 2 and i wanna call my daughter Kyana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think Beyoncé is the most beautiful woman, i wish i was her or at least looked like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My ex-best friend broke my heart when she decided she didn't need me anymore when she started dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dream of getting married and i want my dress to be like the one Hilary duff wore in "A Cinderella Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i'm pretty lazy...no make that VERY lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i love sending and receiving text-messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I DON'T think Brad pitt is the hottest man alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a terrible driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a dreamer, check out "fireflies" by Faith hill if you are a dreamer too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;John legend is amazing, i love his music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I used to be a msn-addict, i'm proud to say : not anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My fav. outfit is my pyjama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love seafood, i don't really like meat. i eat it but not very often. except chicken, i love that. mmm fried chicken's the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Also addicted to chocolat, i seem to be addicted to a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I stole this idea from another blogger, she had a 100 things about her but i couldn't come up with so many things !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I loved the movie mean girls, i was a bit of a mean girl too in high school but not as bad as the girls in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wish i won the lottery, if i did i would buy a big house somewhere in the carribean. maybe a boat and loads of clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My mom thinks i should be a model, i disagree. Besides every mom thinks her child is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Biggie's Nasty Girl is my fav. party song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114106747363765660?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114106747363765660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114106747363765660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114106747363765660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114106747363765660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/40-things-about-me.html' title='40 Things About Me !'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114087752886074774</id><published>2006-02-25T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:25:28.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RyanAir aka Wanna die air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw a documentary last week, it was on RyanAir, the cheapest airline in Europe. and what i saw was shocking! They make a huge profit and that because they keep their planes only 25 minutes on the ground. The staff has therefor no time to clean the plane before the next flight. I saw that the stewardess sprayed some perfume on vomit so that the next passangers wouldn't smell it. The company's motto is "you pay nothing, you get nothing". WEll what about safety? The staff is not enough trained, In order to become a steward or stewardess you have to go to class for a few weeks. They learn nothing because the teacher only tells them what they need to know for the exam and all that other stuff is, according to him, not important. Besides the students can use their notes when they're taking the exam. In case of emergency, don't turn to them for help because they probably know nothing. The staff is working overtime as well, they are exhausted and the company insists that they keep working. And we all know that tired people make mistakes.  A pilot was fired because he complained about the workload.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;what else was there?... oh right When flying RyanAir, never sit in seat 1 A because according to the teacher, who was training the future stewards and stewardesses, that person will be dead in a crash. So when a crash happens the person in 1A will get a metal pole, or some part of the aircraft, on his head and that metal object is so heavy that  it will kill him. So people, if you wanna be dead, you know where to sit ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ryanair reacted on the documentary with an ad in a paper. It said : SORRY...to all the other airline company's for stealing your clients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Next time i'm flying in Europe, i'll know which company i won't fly with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114087752886074774?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114087752886074774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114087752886074774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114087752886074774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114087752886074774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/ryanair-aka-wanna-die-air.html' title='RyanAir aka Wanna die air'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-114011536906406391</id><published>2006-02-16T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:42:49.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post - Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I didn't cry...but I loved my present. I got this  bracelet and it was so beautiful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had a great night, we went out to a little restaurant/bar-something with live music and we ended up having a really romantic evening. Everyday can be valentine's day as far as i'm concerned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-114011536906406391?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114011536906406391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=114011536906406391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114011536906406391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/114011536906406391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-valentine.html' title='Post - Valentine'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-113994205538610883</id><published>2006-02-14T20:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:40:15.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! it is a happy day, if you're dating and if your partner likes valentine's day. If you're single then...hmm it's like the whole world is making fun of you and saying haha we're in LOVE and you're alone. Cuz everywhere you go, you see  hearts , red candy, sweet gifts like teddybears and naughty gifts like eatable underwear. But to all you single people out there, i know how it feels. This is my very fist valentine. I'm a valentine virgin you know. Last year was actually my first valentine but my boyfriend decided that we should have a romantic dinner but in the weekend. ( valentine's was on monday last year), anyways of course we didn't have a romantic dinner so this in fact is my very first one. I didn't get him anything really romantic or anything...i got him 2 tickets to see the comedian he loves. I hope he'll like that , i can't wait to see what my present'll be. My friend, well friend...let's refer to her as someone i go to school with told me i'm going to cry when i see it. Hmm presents have never made me cry and i have to admit that i'm not the most romantic person alive. But we'll see maybe i will..I'll let you know. Anyways i'm off to a romantic dinner.....Enjoy your evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Love Xxxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-113994205538610883?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113994205538610883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=113994205538610883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/113994205538610883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/113994205538610883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22341427.post-113975276687174919</id><published>2006-02-12T15:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:59:26.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7903/2271/1600/sm_2313725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7903/2271/200/sm_2313725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hi to all you bloggers out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have a question for you, Are girls crazy? Cuz if they aren't then i must be an exception. I mean what's wrong with me sometimes. I didn't have a good day yesterday you know. I spend all afternoon baking chocolate chip cookies for my boyfriend ( i must be getting old lol), i don't know what got into me, i'm not the cooking type , but all of the sudden i felt the urge to spend my free day in the kitchen. You should know that i never cook, i mean never! the closest thing i do to cooking is making aiki super noodles. BUt anyway I started making cookies, they were awful by the way and after that i was so hungry that i made spaghetti. yes even the sauce and yes i made it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So after my day in the kitchen my boyfriend asked me to go out that night but i couldn't go out before 11. And since he didn't feel going at 11 ( he wanted to go at 9!) HE WENT ALONE! I got so angry, i just wanted to bang his head against the wall. i spend the entire evening sending annoying textmessages to him and wondering if i was overreacting. But now comon is it me or are boys just difficult. i don't understand how a guy can't wait 2 hours for the girl he loves. I'm sure that he would wait if his friends wanted him to. what's the deal with guys and their buddies? Is it so hard to spend a weekend without them once in a while? If there are guys out there who wanna explain that to me , feel free. You know sometimes dating feels like parenting, i'm raising an 20year old lol. about the pic, i do drive myself crazy, just not always because of thinking about him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Catch ya next time, much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22341427-113975276687174919?l=mygirlworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113975276687174919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22341427&amp;postID=113975276687174919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/113975276687174919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22341427/posts/default/113975276687174919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/boy-trouble.html' title='Boy trouble'/><author><name>just_a_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148224850032310177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
