<?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-24276993</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:24:24.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are what we eat!! - mmm, nuts!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24276993.post-115497969100493951</id><published>2006-08-07T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:41:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>Oops... it seems I had forgotten to post! But the truth is that i've become lazier and with all the World Cup stuff... my brain dried. Here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;New posts coming soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-115497969100493951?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115497969100493951/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=115497969100493951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115497969100493951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115497969100493951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/08/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-115190162947774186</id><published>2006-07-02T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:40:29.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The lights went off without noticing, and in the darkness I discovered the world.</title><content type='html'>This one goes to...&lt;br /&gt;The first person who actually took me seriously (at 14), even when I was joking; the first person I met who is not afraid of speaking what it's inside; someone to share joys and failures, who won't judge me; the only person who I can lost track of for years.... and still talk as if we just had said goodbye the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's happy for me and my decisions... even when they are weird.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose friendship means much for me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who came back in the right moment to make me think about some bullshit I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;For all of the above, and many more things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back my friend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-115190162947774186?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115190162947774186/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=115190162947774186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115190162947774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115190162947774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/07/lights-went-off-without-noticing-and.html' title='The lights went off without noticing, and in the darkness I discovered the world.'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-115066771767352303</id><published>2006-06-18T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:59:01.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/toro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/toro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In order to keep the bank from re-possessing the ranch they need to purchase a bull from*a stockyard in a far-away town so that they can breed their own stock. They only have $600 left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The brunette arrives at the stockyard, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home." The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, "It's just 99 cents a word." Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left. She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word. After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send her the word "comfortable." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word "comfortable?" The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly... com-for-da-bull."&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/24276993-115066771767352303?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115066771767352303/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=115066771767352303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115066771767352303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115066771767352303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/06/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable?'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-115066736024212629</id><published>2006-06-18T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:49:20.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How your e-portfolio, myspace, website, etc can threaten your privacy?</title><content type='html'>Everytime a website requests some private information from you (house phone, cell, address, zip code, last name, etc), you should think twice before writing it down. It could be a way to keep in touch with your friends and family...but it can be a pain in the ass as well.&lt;br /&gt;I was online on MSN when a friend of mine told me that a gay guy had seen his portfolio pic and sent him an email, hitting on him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against gay people. I have gay friends and acquaintances and they are really nice. What I don't like is gay people trying to be "liberal" and send mails to guys who they KNOW they're not gay (the guy wrote on the email "it's such a pity that you're not gay".&lt;br /&gt;My friend was kinda upset, so I contacted the guy and asked him nicely why he was hitting on my friend just because he saw his e-portfolio. That's lame, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he had something to do with my friend in the past, and it was a good moment to take him back. WTF? I thought there was no worse thing as a scorned woman.... Now I see the next worst thing is a scorned gay.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that it doesn't happen just with gays, it happens everywhere. I have a page in a couple of social networking sites, and I've gotten weird sick comments from people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Just by typing some people´s name on Google, you can know everything about them because they registered in some website and wrote down all their details: full name, cell, house number, address, the school or workplace... This is a good way for stalkers and crazy peeps to find new victims. Watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-115066736024212629?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115066736024212629/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=115066736024212629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115066736024212629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/115066736024212629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-your-e-portfolio-myspace-website.html' title='How your e-portfolio, myspace, website, etc can threaten your privacy?'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114879261726162696</id><published>2006-05-28T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:03:37.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life.</title><content type='html'>There's no electric power since 3pm. I've been too bored but I've also discovered the fun on simple things like being out in the garden and trying to set a summer umbrella we bought. My mother and I had great fun outside.... Given the fact that I'm a weird person with a twisted sense of humour, and my mother is something like Marge Simpson with a bit of religious freak.... it was great to find something that made us laugh together at least for some minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I like the simple and happy things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114879261726162696?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114879261726162696/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114879261726162696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114879261726162696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114879261726162696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life.'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114835948505518952</id><published>2006-05-22T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:44:45.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevilla '02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice bridge I saw from the water. I rented a pedal boat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Torre%20de%20Oro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Torre%20de%20Oro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Torre del Oro by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Torre de La Giralda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/torre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/torre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Torre del Oro by sunset.&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/24276993-114835948505518952?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114835948505518952/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114835948505518952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114835948505518952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114835948505518952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/sevilla-02.html' title='Sevilla &apos;02'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114826997733949387</id><published>2006-05-21T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:52:57.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...My life's little unanswered questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why I can't stop thinking about J??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why a friendship can last for years and be over in a second?...Without even knowing what the fuck went wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are there too many fake people around, who have lied to me before... and still think I'm stupid enough to buy their bullshit? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even worse... Why do they think I'm stupid enough to give a damn??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was I jinxed 2 years ago when I went out from SIA? hahaha.... Ok, maybe this is too much but all I've been through wasn't meant to happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I was 13 or 14, I've dreamed many times that I'm on a plane... Why is it??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are too many people dying for something they have never seen and they have never proved?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many more but I have to go... bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114826997733949387?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114826997733949387/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114826997733949387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114826997733949387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114826997733949387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-wonderingmy-lifes-little.html' title='Just wondering...My life&apos;s little unanswered questions.'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114819585095582671</id><published>2006-05-20T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:19:27.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c270/m0onstar/bn123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c270/m0onstar/bn123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the guy told me that my suitcase was back in NYC, I didn't find the words to describe what I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I was optimistic and I thought I was going to take a shower as soon as I arrived to my new room. Now, I was worried about how I was going to spend the summer without clothes. The man at the airport told me to calm down, and if my bag was in NY, it would be sent as soon as possible. What if it wasn't there? I don't even live in NY... why on Earth my belongings ended up t here???&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i had a difficult morning. Everytime someone mentioned the word "suitcase", my facial muscles tightened. That made the person say "oh sorry".&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea about where to get some clothes on Sunday. When I approached the bitch-teacher she just said to me "This is the First World". So what? They also need underwear, or not? I decided it was time to take the bus and find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me there was a flea market where I could find some cheap clothes. Great!! ....But I had to hurry because they were almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;Just on time.... I bought new pants (the ones in the pic), new undies, 3 strings... it was an emergency and I told the guy who sold them "they will be very useful", and he winked and replied "sure they will"... but I was talking about my problems, not about giving the strings another use.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the problem was already solved, so I went to a restaurant, enjoyed the city, took photographs of all the new things I saw.... and I was ready to enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;When I was back, the bitch wanted me to ask for borrowed clothes in order to look "elegant" for next day, when we were going to meet the mayor. It was 11pm and I was not going to introduce myself to the preppy oh-i'm-so-cute-and-i-talk-with-a-squirrel-voice girls and ask them for some clothes. So she can take my cool new clothes, make a roll with them and..........yeah, that.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the mayor talk, I was almost sleeping... he didn't say anything about my clothes...he didn't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;The mayor went on with his life... the bitch tried to make my life miserable but it turned out to be otherwise, I graduated and went to college... The last time i saw her I was walking with J at a mall. I just looked and smiled. I was about to become J's girlfriend and the bitch was greener than the last time I saw her, she still teaches literature at the same preppy highschool.... and will stay there for a long time. Justice has been served huh?.&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised to upload more pix, but I don't have them on this computer. It'll be later ok??&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114819585095582671?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114819585095582671/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114819585095582671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114819585095582671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114819585095582671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/those-were-days-pt-2.html' title='Those were the days Pt. 2'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114809861550492742</id><published>2006-05-19T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:16:55.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days!! Pics...Part 1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The booths were different, I was young and naive so I made a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bus I had to take to the city everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/madrid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/madrid2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can find really nice sights when you get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/Im001159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/Im001159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royal Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/1600/sagradafamilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/873/2515/320/sagradafamilia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sagrada Familia (Barcelona!!)&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/24276993-114809861550492742?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114809861550492742/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114809861550492742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114809861550492742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114809861550492742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/those-were-days-picspart-11.html' title='Those were the days!! Pics...Part 1.1'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114809775730503800</id><published>2006-05-19T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:02:37.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days... Part 1.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little bit nostalgic today, so I'll write about one of the greatest experiences in my life: my first trip abroad.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 years old, i took a look to my highschool's international programs. Being in a preppy-ish high school, the most popular destinations were in Europe. France, Italy and Spain were the top 3 choices.&lt;br /&gt;At first I decided about spending the whole summer in France. I've grown up with 2 frequent flyer aunts who send me postcards from all over the world, and I have 2 in my memory: one from China and one from the Eiffel Tower at night. (I've been 2 times in Paris and never entered the Eiffel Tower... but I'll talk about it next time)&lt;br /&gt;Then, I changed my mind about France, and decided to spend the summer in Spain. We all are curious to see where we came from, don't we? I'm a little bit Spanish (I don't know about percentages and I don't give a damn...I'm not a fucking dog), and my culture has many things in common with them... so that was the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Being a highschool trip, and being underage 98% of us, we had to attend many meetings along with our parents. The coordinator told us about what a beautiful place it was, just 10 minutes by bus from Madrid, that it was striclty forbidden to drink or go to any nightclub of any kind...etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day arrived. I was really curious but a little bit nervous. What will I find there? Isn't it too far? My parents dropped me early at the airport. When I walked past the door (damn door), I knew there was no coming back and that I could be traveling with other 30 teens, but that I was on MY OWN for the first time. Wow... I still remember how I felt while I was carrying my bags.&lt;br /&gt;I had never been on a plane for more than 2 hours. What would happen to me? What would I see?&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed that I even took some pics from the sky. I couldn't sleep the whole flight... and it seems I never will be able to sleep during a flight.&lt;br /&gt;After many hours we finally had made it to Madrid's airport. I still remember the first glance from the airplane... everything was so...calm. We got down the plane and then the "fun" started.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting many minutes on the band, hoping my suitcase would appear... but it didn't, it was obvious that my luggage was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;!. I went nuts... I was 16, no parents, no underwear, in a strange country...in Sunday!! (everything is closed on Sundays over there, not here).&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the Delta's office, and the guy told me my suitcase was back in NYC!!! WTF??? Remember I was nuts, so I told him to fuck off... hehe I wasn't nice at all... but I was fucking tired, I needed a shower... and I didn't even have clean panties and socks!! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;At least I learned a lesson. Now I carry extra clothing in the hand luggage.&lt;br /&gt;I passed immigration, very nice guys... went into a big bus... I thought I was going to be at the new school after 10 minutes., but those 10 minutes became more than 1 hour. So everytime I wanted to go to the city, I had to walk to the bus stop and sleep for 1 hour until the route was over. Great fun. My suitcase was back in 2 days... but I enjoyed shopping new clothes ^^&lt;br /&gt;The teacher who was "taking care" of us, was very friendly at the meetings... but she became a bitch while we were on the other side of the world. Then I realized I had to defend my principles because she tried to get me drunk sometimes when I didn't want to drink,  and wanted to force me going to nightclubs.. even when I refused to do it.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm 21, never been to a nightclub and proud of it. Maybe I wouldnt' mind going to one... but just with my friends, not a bunch of preppy dummies whom I've never talked to.).&lt;br /&gt;She spreaded silly rumours about me, like I was goth because I bought a black watch with white numbers. Ok, she sucks... but I learned many things about life, I learned to go on my own and trust my gut feelings towards people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember too much about science, and I don't care because I learned more important things that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, visited lots of nearby cities, crawled under the fence because we got there at 4am,  got my tongue piercing :-P, met many people (both good and bad) ...I had my own rules... and they worked.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days! I wish they could come back.&lt;br /&gt;I've been abroad more times, each new time is amazing... but the first impression is unforgettable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114809775730503800?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114809775730503800/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114809775730503800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114809775730503800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114809775730503800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/those-were-days-part-1.html' title='Those were the days... Part 1.'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114680546123468971</id><published>2006-05-04T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:04:21.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If two people love each other...but they just can't seem to get it  together...when do you get to that point &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough??&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's something I have to get rid of. Bad feelings that have caused me problems for the last weeks. I will write them down in my blog because I don't have a choice. I don't know what to do because everyone, me included, find them like a bunch of senseless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend accuses me of being possesive just because I complained that he was going to meet a girl who lives near my house. I let him do EVERYTHING because I trust him, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don't feel comfortable when he leaves me in MY house just because he's going to see the other girl... and he doesn't want me to give him a ride to the meeting, or ask me to go with them... If I had nothing to hide, I'd ask.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, his defensive behaviour was sending me the wrong message and I was feeling really stressed and confused because of that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he went to the meeting but after that I didn't ask him anything about it because I really didn't want to know. He was pissed off at me because of that, and he told me that he expected me not to send threats to her via SMS or add her to my messenger list or something.&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake I'M NOT HIS EX!!! I don't even have her number, I deleted the number right after I got messages from her because I don't see her as a threat. It's just that his attitude was sending me the wrong message and I didn't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he had told me he was going to show me a pic from the girl and I had said that it was not necessary. I tried to act normal and asked him for a pic and he said "no because you will say she's ugly".&lt;br /&gt;Well, I always say the truth. If the girl is ugly, I won't say she should enter a beauty pageant or something.&lt;br /&gt;One time he showed me a pic of his "great friend from high school" JG &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh yeah)&lt;/span&gt; and I said "The girl has a big head"... but that's the truth! I don't know her but in THAT picture, her head looked bigger than the rest of her body... but that's not an insult!!! I mean, she looks good... and not because JG has a big head in pics I saw on the net, and she attended the same high school as my boyfriend &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whatever might have happened there...with anyone... is in the past)&lt;/span&gt;... I will hate her, call her names if i see her at the street... and I won't hang out with her if she invited us!!! That would be weird!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it just with girls?&lt;br /&gt;JPerv has also a BIG head and he's not angry at me because I say that!!! MDH has a strange head and my bf is not angry if I say he has a strange head!!! JT is not handsome, and no one cares if I say that!!...And so on...&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to fix our differences about 2 weeks ago... but sometimes I still feel weird. That's the reason I put it in my blog, so I can let the feeling go away. I love him, I really do. And I really trust him... but I think his "my way 0r the highway" attitude drove me nuts for the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;That's not fair! Now he's gone to work and I still feel like something could have been better and I'll have to carry that for some time...damn it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114680546123468971?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114680546123468971/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114680546123468971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114680546123468971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114680546123468971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinkin.html' title='thinkin&apos;....'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114634578278985605</id><published>2006-04-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:23:02.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Revenge is a dish best served cold"</title><content type='html'>I want to go out and get some coffee but it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to get wet (when it rains, of course), specially since 4 years ago when I was walking back to home from a friend's house.... and one of the worst storms ever fell upon us!!! +_+&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I was wearing a skirt and sandals (it was summertime). We had a hard time trying to get a taxi... My bad.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, i feel like I HAVE to get out of this place, because yesterday was such a strange day. I was feeling really sleepy and I didn't do anything special.&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone out earlier... but ...but...when I was about to sign off MSN and Mrs. Perfect came online! I couldn't miss this chance!&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who's always talking about her perfect life, her perfect relationship and her perfect morals. Sometimes I feel she believes she's entered a competition (she complained about other girl trying to compete with her, but I think she's the one who do that).&lt;br /&gt;First of all we talked about her being without a computer... aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the attacks began. Here you have some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did Prince Charming(PC, her bf) go to the party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P: Of course not!! He doesn't care about that shit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm sorry to hear that PC can't have fun...  The party RULED, all the guys were there. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it because I was a little bit late...I'm happy and proud that J was there having fun and all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. P: From what I've seen, I think J looks immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Well, you won't expect a 20 something guy to be mature. I don't. We have had our special moments but we also have had lots of stupid fights like every other couple does because NO ONE IS PERFECT!! Those who say they are... LIARS!. My grandparents have been married for 59 years. There's no doubt that they love each other but they also had (and still have sometimes) problems.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't reply anything to that... even though I wanted to say many things... I knew she would touch the most important matter, so I waited till she changed the subject and started to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs.P: DO YOU KNOW ABOUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; TEST????!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Yeah, I've heard about it... It's not that difficult huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Are you studying or something?? What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;( *rubbing hands* hehe, of course it's so fucking difficult! but at least I've been preparing myself . Plus, I'm smart and I know that if I'm calm... my performance will better than the other candidates ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. P: I CANT FIND ANYTHING HERE!!!!! WHAT CAN I DO??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it seems someone just checked the page. I have to admit it, when I learned about it I cried because I felt like I was never going to make it. After I told J, everything was easier. He has helped me out and supported me a lot.  He got me some cool info, and here I am trying to make it better everyday... Who's the mature now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dancing around and kissing my little yellow book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry. I can't help you because I have no idea, you should look out for more info or something.  What do you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; can do?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. P:  Oh, I really don't know... we will see later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(There's no way she's gonna make it if she doesn't find something as soon as possible. Thanks to J, I started just on time =) I could share my info with her, but all she has been saying to me for many months is "you girl are immature, you kids are immature". So she can look for info somewhere else.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TOUCHE!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh I rock! I'm gonna get some coffee. Buh bye!! And don't be immature! LOL!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114634578278985605?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114634578278985605/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114634578278985605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114634578278985605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114634578278985605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/04/revenge-is-dish-best-served-cold.html' title='&quot;Revenge is a dish best served cold&quot;'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114599833990607083</id><published>2006-04-25T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:30:42.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey time.</title><content type='html'>I'm not used to school yet, i'm almost falling asleep in front of the computer and I don't have anything important to say. That means it's survey time. Thanks Girl Next Door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you name 12 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 12 people...This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first...No Cheating!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, I didn't cheat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. my cousin D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. JT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. CT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. MDH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. RHV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. DSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. JPerv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The "nice" and "smart" guy from SIA :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE QUESTIONS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Microsoft chat, 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed meeting a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 6 and 1 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wish them the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never and I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would 11 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! We think so.... but I don't know what do they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so tall but not too small, brown hair, green eyes, good looking, smoker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think 12 is attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FUCKING WAY!!! Attitude says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me something about number 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's 7's favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 4 just confessed they liked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "thank you but you know it's not possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What language does 9 speak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same languages as I do. If you know the answer... great. If you don't look out for more clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 5 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... I think he's single at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does 1 do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever date 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, I just had a crush on him 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does 8 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, we never were that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you meet 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft chat, around the same time as D..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best and worst thing about 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's a good friend and I dont remember anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you going to know 4 forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever done anything sexual with 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell NO!! I'm not gay! We just went out in vacation together... but NORMAL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the last time you saw 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember... at an empty bar, almost 1 year ago :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do 4 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114599833990607083?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114599833990607083/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114599833990607083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114599833990607083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114599833990607083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey-time.html' title='Survey time.'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114594476752323482</id><published>2006-04-24T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:34:32.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio... still I can't escape the ghost of you</title><content type='html'>It's been years since I posted for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm exaggerating a little bit. It's been just 16 or 17 days. It was holiday time....and birthday time too!&lt;br /&gt;It's raining a little bit, I'm alone and I feel strange.&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep my mind busy with other things but the fact is that J is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the problems we had this time (already solved), I really enjoy having him around.&lt;br /&gt;I think problems just make us stronger... or at least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I asked "Do you really want to go?" and J replied "No, but I have to go."&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me until he was totally on the other side of the door. I didn't stop looking and waving.... He blowed a kiss =) and some persons looked at me like aww how sweet. I didn't cry and went away.&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way to the parking, I thought I saw him walking near the food court... of course it was not him.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the car when I got a call. Great, maybe something happened and he will stay one more night!........."I'm leaving, i'll call you again when i get there. Kisses"&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I was wrong again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114594476752323482?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114594476752323482/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114594476752323482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114594476752323482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114594476752323482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-turned-on-lights-tv-and-radio-still.html' title='I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio... still I can&apos;t escape the ghost of you'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114447335211456369</id><published>2006-04-08T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:15:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I just noticed that my last entry has the wrong date and time (i don't know how to change the time). It should be April the 7th instead of April the 1st. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;I picked up J, everything was ok... just as we had expected. Right now he's snoring in bed, and I should do the same but I just feel weird. It's been some time since J hadn't been around, that I can't believe he's here. It happens all the time. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've just booked 2 tickets for Sunday's soccer match (my first game ever...yay!), and for Ice Age 2: The Meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if J will enjoy the movie but he's sleeping and I can't ask. I told him "Hey J don't go to bed, we still have to buy the tickets". But he replied "-yawn- You're smart enough to buy them yourself -yawn- and turned the lights off.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be like this.........everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to me, hope not to screw everything up, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go to bed... The Ice Age is waiting for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114447335211456369?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114447335211456369/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114447335211456369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114447335211456369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114447335211456369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114394174590091096</id><published>2006-04-01T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:08:04.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads...</title><content type='html'>These are the lyrics of a video I watched yesterday on VH1 (fish heads - Barnes &amp; Barnes). It was a funny one, there was a guy having a birthday party. Four fish heads and him!! Fish heads trying to dance, fish heads doing all kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt; Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish      heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish      heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;In the morning, Laughing, happy fish heads. In the      evening, Floating in the soup. Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads.      Fish heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt; Ask a fish head Anything you want to. They won't answer.      They can't talk. Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish heads,      fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I took a fish head Out to see a movie. Didn't have      to pay to Get it in. Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish heads,      fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;They can't play baseball, They don't wear sweaters,      They're not good dancers, They don't play drums. Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly      fish heads. Fish heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Roly-poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino        in Italian restaurants with Oriental women. Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly        fish heads. Fish heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish      heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. Yum!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt; Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish      heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fish heads, fish heads, Roly-poly fish heads. Fish      heads, fish heads, Eat them up, yum. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well today's post sucks but i'm in a hurry. Gotta pick up J at 5.30 and it's getting late. If you get that video, please share it with me! Buh bye!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114394174590091096?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114394174590091096/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114394174590091096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114394174590091096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114394174590091096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/04/fish-heads-fish-heads-roly-poly-fish.html' title='Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads...'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114374618772534538</id><published>2006-03-30T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:16:27.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're unbelievable....</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!! (ha, does someone actually read this??)&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything's (almost) back to normal. My legs are almost ok, I can walk and everything.&lt;br /&gt;My dad will be home tomorrow, so buh bye to this computer (just for weekends or whenever I have to take care of it). It was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little pissed off because there's one little person who gets a little bit jealous when he notices I talk to one of his soccer-obsessed friends on MSN. Guys!!!! If I ask him "Does it bother you??" I always get the same answer "Sure not, you can talk to whoever you want." Anyways I can see the look on his face and he  sure doesn't like it. In addition, HE was the one who gave me his name!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the soccer-obsessed friend (let's call him Mr. SO2) sent me a long video file because (he said so) my boyfriend appeared on it.&lt;br /&gt;I even had to download a video player because it's a new format and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;My surprise was bigger when I played the video and just saw a bunch of people standing, then I could see Mr. SO2's brother..... and then more and more heads. Where the hell was my boyfriend??&lt;br /&gt;I had to play it over and over again and... there he was!!! I could see the back of his head for 2 seconds, and I wasn't even sure that it was him!!!!!!!! Whoa!! What a video!! It surely deserves an award!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was not convinced it was him, so I had to ask Mr. SO2. The convo goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twisted_mind:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there Mr. So2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. So2:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twisted_mind:&lt;/strong&gt; I watched the video...finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. So2:&lt;/strong&gt; and what do you think about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twisted_mind:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohhh really interesting, it was too crowded huh? I just have one question... Where is J? You told me he was also on the video...Is that his head???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. So2:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, you can see his head :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twisted_mind:&lt;/strong&gt; uhh... ok (Y) nice shot of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make a screen pic of the video but it was not possible. You will have to imagine the great quality of the film, and my bf's head.&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114374618772534538?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114374618772534538/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114374618772534538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114374618772534538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114374618772534538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-unbelievable.html' title='You&apos;re unbelievable....'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114350911574036628</id><published>2006-03-27T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:31:12.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>=-S</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick, I hope to be able to walk properly by... tomorrow. I'm bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to say so it's survey time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;50 Random Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's your middle name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It starts with an A!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Is your cell phone a flip phone?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, I have to block the keyboard in order to prevent accidental calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever been to New Jersey?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not yet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What's your favorite soda?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diet Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you have satellite?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, it's called Moon. I can see it from my window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where do you want to go to college:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm in college, too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.What's the longest road trip you've been on?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Budapest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What's your favorite smiley? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok, hold on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c270/m0onstar/fishie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do your parents buy lottery tickets in hopes of winning?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, they get them for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What year were you born?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1885... sorry, 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you like the smell of Sharpies?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, when they don't smell like fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What's your screensaver look like?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's Windows' default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you have an iPod? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, too expensive... I want a simple mp3 player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lots or hair in the hotel bathtub... EWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What shoe size do you wear?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What's your favorite kind of cereal?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey bunches of oat, Cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you miss someone from a past relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no f'king way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What kind of instruments do you play?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was younger, innocent, attended catholic school, and stupid ballet lessons...my parents wanted me to play the piano, they even bought me a piano. Too bad I never had enough patience for playing an instrument. I never played the piano again, just a few songs I can play without looking to the tabs (I never learned to read them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do you like Girl Scout cookies?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never tried them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you ever ridden in a limo?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you like Hummers?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not really, they remind me to that private security cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Do you know any foreign languages?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;si, yes, oui, ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Are you scared of horses? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, but I wouldn't ride one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do you like milk chocolate or dark chocolate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dark all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you wear glasses?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Does it annoy you when people misspell things?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ope I can't spell neither&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you like the beach or the mountains better?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Have you ever taken cough medicine when you didn't have a cough?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, they taste awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Have you ever been to band camp?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huh? I hate camps (unless it's with my close friends), specially junior and high school camps. Deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Do you know any guys with a receeding hair line? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eah. That's a big turnoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Do you know what Chacos are?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Do you own a Nalgene?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...is it a medicine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Have you ever watched Room Raiders on MTV?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, it sucks and I think it's FAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What's the best Christmas present you've ever got? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. What's your favorite popsicle flavor?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not into popsicles, when I was younger I liked cinnammon popsicle, I forgot the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Do your parents give you an allowance?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Did you ever watch Rugrats when you were little?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I was not little and I think that's a stupid cartoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. How many blogrings have you joined?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. What do you think of standardized tests? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are just plain stupid, but I do them if I'm bored...like today =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. What's the craziest dare you've ever done?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To travel 6 000 miles to see a guy I had just met for a week because I was in love with him, and I wanted to see if he was the one....Guess what? I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Have you ever cheated on a test?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, never been caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Is tomorrow your birthday?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, 3 more weeks to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Have you ever choked on your own spit? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This one is DISGUSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Do you like roller coasters?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was younger, now I'm afraid of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. When was the last time you went rollerblading?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;umm.... never???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Have you ever wished you had a twin?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, she would do my math tests and I would do her art homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Do you have a caffeine addiction?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Do you get closterphobic easily?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, specially in crowded and confined spaces... watch out peepz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Would you ever kiss on the first date? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not if I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114350911574036628?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114350911574036628/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114350911574036628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114350911574036628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114350911574036628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/s.html' title='=-S'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114340289615208711</id><published>2006-03-26T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:03:00.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>I woke up so early this morning. As I told you last night, I had to take my dad to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c270/m0onstar/Imagen001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I never tought of, was that my legs would hurt as hell. Everything was under control when I left the house, I could walk although it hurted. When we got to the airport, we sat down and had some coffee and cake. That's when the problems started.&lt;br /&gt;My dad had to go to the boarding gate, I had to stand up.... and it REALLY HURTED!!!!!! I couldn't even put my feet into the ground!!&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy some medicines by the drugstore, but they didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I've been lying in my bed for hours, talking on MSN. Leaving my room just to pee... it hurts everytime i have to "walk" the 10 steps between my bed and the WC.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to feel better soon, this is really boring and my legs hurt even if I'm not touching the ground. =''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c270/m0onstar/Imagen006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me lying in bed.... waiting for something to happen (not one of my best pics but I'm so bored)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114340289615208711?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114340289615208711/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114340289615208711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114340289615208711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114340289615208711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114335392756786342</id><published>2006-03-25T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:18:47.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those days when you just can stop and take some rest. The whole morning was boring as usual. In the afternoon, I went to the gym and I got too tired. I just wanted to go to bed, but there were more things to do.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10 pm when my dad called. One of my grandpa's brothers (whom I never met) had died, so he had to go to the showing and stuff. After that, he would come home, so I stayed awake until 1.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me that I've never attended anyone's funeral. When my cousin V died 2 years ago, I was too shocked (and scared) to attend anything. He was my best childhood friend. He didn't live in my city, but we sent each other letters, talked on the phone...and every summer we looked forward to see each other again. Those were the days, he was a really cool and funny guy. Christmas are not the same without him, everything is bored. That's the reason I wanna flee for New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. I gotta go to bed because tomorrow I will take my dad to the airport. Yeah, I'm weird but I try to be a good daughter. mzzl! buh bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114335392756786342?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114335392756786342/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114335392756786342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114335392756786342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114335392756786342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired...'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114317511653606693</id><published>2006-03-23T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:38:36.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day like today....on 2005</title><content type='html'>It was holiday season, spring had already started, I was still a teenager (haha, I was 19)  and we had gotten annoying hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;My life was less boring than my current life. I had more friends (a couple of them turned out to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt;) and I had just gotten my first car.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick and tired from guys who couldn't keep their promises and who couldn't act according to their statements.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with someone who would be the last person that wanted to start something up with me due to many  facts.  I tried it just for the fun, anyways it was just one evening and I had nothing more to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I  arrived early to that place, and I will never forget the first impression. It was like "Oh my, this is the strangest creature I've ever seen... but I like it!!" Hehe, i guess it was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;We had a weird but funny date, he asked me to go out for the rest of the holidays and we had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;Then, everything comes to an end. The week was over and it was time to go back to normal life.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to move on... but it hurted.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted someone like that but I couldn't have him, I let him know on a letter.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that he didn't want to lose me, so we started something "official".&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; is our first kiss anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy at all, we've been through a lot of shit (physically and emotionally).... but what I've lived this year... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you probably won't read this but...thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114317511653606693?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114317511653606693/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114317511653606693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114317511653606693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114317511653606693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-like-todayon-2005.html' title='A day like today....on 2005'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114308295945680813</id><published>2006-03-22T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:02:39.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked and underpaid!! +_+</title><content type='html'>Ok, here I am again. I had lots of things to do (Homework Strikes Back) and I still have.&lt;br /&gt;I should be working on it instead of writing here, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired from staying at home working for too many days, so I went to the gym again.&lt;br /&gt;My batteries are fully loaded and I'm ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to college just to discover that my class was cancelled. It seems someone called everyone.... but me. That's not fair! many of my classmates have my mobile number, they could have texted me or something!&lt;br /&gt;I had to do something with my life, it was too soon to come back. I  texted Mr. Soap Opera while heading to the parking lot........ and there he was, walking towards me!.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. SO is a funny guy. He's not a good friend of mine but he thinks he is. Due to the fact that one of my aunts studied at the same college class as his father, he thinks we have to continue the "great" friendship that they used to have.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, my aunt and her friends don't want to know anything about his family because they loved to pay annoying visits every week, small children included. So, everytime he asks "how is it with your aunt?" I have to answer "Oh, she's been doing really good. She will call your father as soon as she comes back from Australia". Of course, my aunt has never been to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against Mr. SO or his family... just the fact that they are ADDICTED to pathetic  soap operas. He just talks about it at school, and he thinks we all watch them. The "brightest" stuff he has talked about is... Harry Potter! I really don't like that kind of books, but everthing is better than low budget soap operas.&lt;br /&gt;.....oops I've said too much. Let's go back to my story. We got to my car and I opened the trunk. As it was opening, Mr. SO said "Hocus Pocus!!!!" Or some Harryish spell.&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy, he still doesn't know that there's a small button you can push in order to open the trunk, or set the alarm on and off. TskTsk.&lt;br /&gt;I got home and nothing happened. I started my research paper due Friday, I guess  it's gonna be a long, long night.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Mrs. Perfect. I met her in a forum about 6 months ago. I wanted to meet someone in the same situation as me. Hers is very different, but it's basically the same. At first, she acted normal... but then she wanted to be the only one who's right. Everything's perfect (at least she says so), her relationship, her boyfriend, her friends, her plans... Ok, that's good for them, but we can't be the same as her!&lt;br /&gt;Each person has different opinions, and we have NEVER tried to be perfect, because NO ONE can be perfect. That's BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps questioning me and my life.. but she still says she wants to meet me, and start a business with me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she is thinking about the future... but I won't start a business with her! I don't even know her...and when I wonder about the future, i like to think that I will be quite busy with the house, job and stuff... no time for stupid people. I've already met too many in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm sorry to rant about it on my blog, but I can't say this to anyone else... If I tell this to someone else, they would get bored. It seems it's the new trend. "I got bored of that twisted gal".&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, I will go back to my research paper. Thanks for reading me... I'll upload some pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114308295945680813?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114308295945680813/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114308295945680813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114308295945680813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114308295945680813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/overworked-and-underpaid.html' title='Overworked and underpaid!! +_+'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114300419213771813</id><published>2006-03-21T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:09:52.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>been busy, i'll post tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114300419213771813?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114300419213771813/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114300419213771813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114300419213771813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114300419213771813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114282857526279315</id><published>2006-03-19T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:22:55.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I got a new mobile today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy. It's a Nokia 6230, with mp3, radio, and video. I like it, specially the mp3 part. Now i will be able to listen a few of my favorite songs with me, without carrying the discman (i'm not part of the iPod phenomena... not yet).&lt;br /&gt;This is my 6th mobile. I bought my first mobile phone back in 1999. It was a Motorola StarTac. Back in that year, it was a small phone. It was a survivor, giving the fact that it swimmed into the WC one cold December night, got a little bit sick but managed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I've heard many stories about drowned phones... not even a ray of hope for them.  For example, a friend of mine lost her mobile because she was talking while drinking juice. It didn't deserve a death like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they all rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114282857526279315?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114282857526279315/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114282857526279315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114282857526279315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114282857526279315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114273612154438035</id><published>2006-03-18T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:35:40.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzaturday!</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's me again!&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been customizing my blog, changing templates, adding some links, etc. I hope that this blog will last more than the other one (it lasted 1 year).&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring Saturday. I had to read a book for school, watched Bridget Jones' Diary (it's good to think that there are people stuck in a worse situation), had dinner with my parents... and that was all. Oh, I miss the good times!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shy girl, kinda quiet too. I'm almost 21 and never been to  a nightclub...although I've been invited many times before, I've declined the invitations. Maybe I will visit one after my birthday, just to know how it feels... I will go with the guys, so no one will say anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bars and cafés are a better option for me, even if I don't drink. I don't like to hang out with a huge crowd, but sometimes I have to do it...it can be funny if they don't get too drunk or act too stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have a few close friends, and hang out with a couple of them.  Starbucks and movies are my favorite places to hang out. Shopping and coffee, hanging out and coffee.....music and coffee....that's it!!&lt;br /&gt;I really like coffee but I can't drink too much because my nerves are weak.... nothing's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing this post for many hours but I can't finish because of my connection, or because i have something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24276993-114273612154438035?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114273612154438035/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114273612154438035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114273612154438035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114273612154438035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/zzaturday.html' title='Zzaturday!'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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-24276993.post-114263956429774941</id><published>2006-03-17T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:07:01.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From this moment on, this is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my new blog. *yay!*&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple of blogs before, about different stages of my life. They're over, so are my old blogs... but not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get a new blog after reading the blog of someone I used to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the good times when I used to rant in my blog every afternoon, adopted funky bloggie-pets, uploaded weird pictures...etc.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an interesting life so I could post interesting things everyday...I can't promise that.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? What do I do? If you don't know me you will find out with time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a brief introduction anyway. I'm a strange little person (a female, to be more precise), I'm almost "of age", I live in a big city, I'm a student....and I can't think of anymore right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's almost time to leave, so feel free to leave a comment if you're passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&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/24276993-114263956429774941?l=im-nuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/feeds/114263956429774941/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24276993&amp;postID=114263956429774941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114263956429774941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24276993/posts/default/114263956429774941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-nuts.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>zk_06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03265413029186052396</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></feed>
