<?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-3307206550287667779</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:31:54.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tea</name><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-1062917167444942114</id><published>2007-06-14T04:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:55:38.349+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk material</title><content type='html'>From:   CanFin22 (View Profile)    (View All Correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hey sweety   Sent Date: 6/1/2007 7:21:19 AM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   You are so damn fine baby! Want to hang out sometime? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From:   CanFin22 (View Profile)    (View All Correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hey sweety   Sent Date: 6/2/2007 5:02:06 AM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   You are very cute and sweet and extremely intelligent as well... I love that high level of culture and sophistication about you... I am very intrigued by your profile and would love to chat with you soon... Perhaps we can meet up one day... Have a good night! I look forward to hearing from you soon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From:   CanFin22 (View Profile)    (View All Correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hey   Sent Date: 6/4/2007 3:32:23 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   So, when are you coming to visit me in Rauma??? You are so sexy! MMMMM... I want you! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From:   CanFin22 (View Profile)    (View All Correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Haha   Sent Date: 6/4/2007 10:49:33 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   All women are easy to get in Finland!! That is old news honey! Do you wait a month before having sex with someone? Hahaha!!! Don't make me laugh! Your panties drop by the second date... Guaranteed! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From:   CanFin22 (View Profile)    (View All Correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Right...   Sent Date: 6/9/2007 12:05:45 AM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Original Message YOU sent on 6/8/2007 12:03:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I'm 25 and virgin. So I don't think that the pants would suddenly drop on second dates!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a 25 year old virgin? Sweet!! That means you are the best at giving b*lowjobs!!! You can always put my lovely c*ock into your mouth by the second date! Right babe? Are you ready then to go out? You can suck on the Canadian bacon anytime you want sugar! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and after that, I haven't been bothering to say anything..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-1062917167444942114?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/1062917167444942114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=1062917167444942114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1062917167444942114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1062917167444942114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/06/jerk-material.html' title='Jerk material'/><author><name>tea</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-915529197960841095</id><published>2007-06-03T21:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:43:19.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved...again...this place stinks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhx2d6KqOQU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhx2d6KqOQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; From "soft parade". Found this while was browsing new/old the doors vids. This must be my fav from all the vids there is, at youtube. I don't have fav The Doors song tho... .... ................. So if you're wanting to know what I'm doing..check the other blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-915529197960841095?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/915529197960841095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=915529197960841095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/915529197960841095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/915529197960841095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-movedagainthis-place-stinks.html' title='I&apos;ve moved...again...this place stinks...'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-2565190455593125385</id><published>2007-05-30T01:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:13.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RmCdj9auH5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/H2wu9LkyvJc/s1600-h/11951382_0a6f1c90d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RmCdj9auH5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/H2wu9LkyvJc/s400/11951382_0a6f1c90d6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071226421526798226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know but someone tell it to the listening parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be keeping a break from blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-2565190455593125385?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/2565190455593125385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=2565190455593125385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2565190455593125385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2565190455593125385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RmCdj9auH5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/H2wu9LkyvJc/s72-c/11951382_0a6f1c90d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-8595706241103923406</id><published>2007-05-29T23:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:13.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlyKjI9LSfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7T8F4ZT75X0/s1600-h/96_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlyKjI9LSfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7T8F4ZT75X0/s400/96_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070079616816466418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAAAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-8595706241103923406?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/8595706241103923406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=8595706241103923406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8595706241103923406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8595706241103923406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/haaah.html' title=''/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlyKjI9LSfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7T8F4ZT75X0/s72-c/96_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-1309429966493324630</id><published>2007-05-27T20:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:14.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlnLF49LSbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VdV31Ooi86A/s1600-h/328976716_49143c3ebc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlnLF49LSbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VdV31Ooi86A/s400/328976716_49143c3ebc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069306157630966194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wordly" collage of things that I have had in my mind recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nude female painting from -00 fall, My California Tiger Tee..where is it? Almost two weeks without no relief, my desires are changing direction, I tried to take photo of pink clouds last night but the damn 3.2 megapixels wont let me to, I need to cut my bangs, I need to cut my nails, Twin peaks ends tonight, Damn discshop bills, Where's my northern exposure 1th disc from 4 season? de Palma's Hi mom! sucked, irrational typical early 70's movie, Is my chin shrinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized; When you're seeking for acceptance and not getting any, you either become desperate and depressed or start feeling lonely. But instead, if you DON'T search for acceptance, you'll become free and the world is your oyster. OF COURSE I DIDN'T JUST!!! realize that, I just could finally put it into words and feel satisfied with the results..how it's written...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-1309429966493324630?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/1309429966493324630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=1309429966493324630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1309429966493324630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1309429966493324630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlnLF49LSbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VdV31Ooi86A/s72-c/328976716_49143c3ebc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-7604160567708162539</id><published>2007-05-27T20:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:44:55.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend hell</title><content type='html'>I don't care for the weekends, really. There's nothing to do at WEEKEND! the shops are closed, nothing good comes out of tv (like I would care..). Everyone's out of town.&lt;br /&gt;All I do at weekends is: Watch few movies, go out, buy something to eat, paint, play with cats...and sadly, most of the time flies with internet. Damn time wasting curse! addicting motivation eater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot to tell! We're getting our first big rock festival here at july!! YAY! thinking about camping on the area for those 2 days. Plus at august... I'm going to Helsinki to see Iggy and the Stooges. Stones or Iggy... Wasn't hard to decide. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not able to see Ozzy but..I haven't been on a real concert yet, so Iggy's will be the first 1. CONCERT VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatelse.. There's this HUGE motorcycle exhibition/happening at town and cause it's "helluntai" (holiday-day), shops are closed except this one lil market. We went to get something to eat and the line was about 20 meters long! Took halfn hour to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this summer: First Circus (next week), then Tivoli (around Juhannus), JUHANNUS, Midnight sun festival, Jutajaiset (another folk festival), SimeRock (that festival), Down by the laituri (festival), My "dad" comes from Belgium (again), My b-day,...uhmmm that's the timetable for june-july?...uh... Well, I guess it is. No river blues festival at this summer :(. I have some lovely memories from the -05 event. AAAAEH!!!! I'm feeling RaNdOm!!!!! HAVE TO PAINT!!! AAAGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-7604160567708162539?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/7604160567708162539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=7604160567708162539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7604160567708162539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7604160567708162539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-hell.html' title='Weekend hell'/><author><name>tea</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-452679707029840468</id><published>2007-05-27T02:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:30:46.749+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz ok, one more then I'm..</title><content type='html'>Off to bed. SEX FACTS! Oh the frustration (blaming hormones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Most men who see prostitutes are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ The record for male orgasm is 16 in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ There are more 20-year-old virgins now then there were in the late ’50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ President Nixon, whose administration launched a costly government anti-porn campaign, loved going to strip clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A condom will last about a month in a wallet before the rubber gets worn down by friction, making it more likely to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Until 1972, homosexuality was officially a mental illness, classified as such along with schizophrenia and multiple personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Angela Lansbury’s 13-year-old daughter spent a summer traveling(with mom’s permission) with Charles Manson and his “family,” and lost her virginity to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ J. Edgar Hoover, Oscar Wilde, Chief Crazy Horse, Pope Paul II and Pope Julius III, Leonard Bernstein, Alexander the Great, Sigmund Freud, Lawerence of Arabia, Plato, Peter Tchaikovsky and Florence Nightingale were all gay or bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ During much of the 20th century, electroshock, radiation, castration, and even lobotomy were common medical “treatments” for homosexuality. One doctor, Walter J. Freeman, would lobotomize gays and lesbians at public events, as many as 25 a day, often with an unsterilized ice pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Electrically powered vibrators were invented in 1880s and used by doctors to treat women for hysteria, a misdiagnosed medical condition that includes faintness, nervousness, and irritability – the effect of which seemed to be relieved by having an orgasm. (I love this fact! it's true, orgasm fixes just about anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Intercourse usually lasts roughly 7 to 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  A G-spot orgasm and a clitoral orgasm may feel different from each other. The sensations you experience from an internal orgasm are more likely to feel like a shudder or roll compared with electric sensation of a clitoral O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The head of the clitoris contains approximately 8000 nerve endings, the greatest concentration in the entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The penis has only about 4000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Both women and men are capable of having orgasm in their sleep. When men have them, they’re called wet dreams. Both sexes typically are woken up by the intense sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The most common fantasy is oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;- A female orgasm is a powerful painkiller (because of the release of endorphins), so headaches are in fact a bad excuse not to have sex. (so next time, "don't buy it").&lt;br /&gt;- 56% of men have had sex at work. (?!).&lt;br /&gt;- Among the Mangaians of Polynesia, 18-year-old couples make love&lt;br /&gt;an average of three times a night, every night, until their&lt;br /&gt;thirties, when the weekly average drops to a mere 14. (?!?!).&lt;br /&gt;- 62% think there is nothing wrong with affairs.&lt;br /&gt;- The maximum speed at which erotic sensations travel from skin to&lt;br /&gt;brain has been clocked at 156 miles per hour. (WROOM).&lt;br /&gt;- 29% of us are virgins when we marry.&lt;br /&gt;- The average sexual experience lasts about 39 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- 58% like dirty talk during sex. (baby AAAH fuck me harrrd UGH! AAAH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-452679707029840468?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/452679707029840468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=452679707029840468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/452679707029840468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/452679707029840468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/zzz-ok-one-more-then-im.html' title='Zzz ok, one more then I&apos;m..'/><author><name>tea</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-6876649695150526994</id><published>2007-05-27T01:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:10:18.274+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Try something new everyday..</title><content type='html'>Remember that line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this..listen and follow, you'll be surprised delightfully..or not, haha. But try it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selfawareness.com/"&gt;http://www.selfawareness.com/&lt;/a&gt; And click the 24hr meditation radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I find it hard to concentrate, I obey this guy for few minutes and it works like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it wont do anything bad to you! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-6876649695150526994?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/6876649695150526994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=6876649695150526994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/6876649695150526994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/6876649695150526994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/try-something-new-everyday_26.html' title='Try something new everyday..'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-8952312429368976822</id><published>2007-05-27T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:01:07.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid...</title><content type='html'>Me and my mommy used to do all kind of things together..like collages or doll houses, Barbie's furnitures. I had all the latest Mattel goodies but the best things was self made "art pieces". When I was 4-5 years old, mom brought this piece of cardboard, aprox. 40 X 50 cm. We sat on the living room floor and cut furniture pics from catalogs. The bank where I had my bank account sent this magazine once in the month, it was called "Golden pig group", lol sounds stupid in english (the best cop of the month)..anyway. The mags were full of pics of hand made pigs! colorful funny looking little pigs.. Mom cut these out from the sides and glued them on the cardboard with the furniture ones. It became the "piggies house". From all the toys I've had..this one was my favorite. I still talk about it to my mom telling how I cherish the memory of piggies house..hah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have it anymore, tho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would do collages with me someday, it's great fun..and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-8952312429368976822?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/8952312429368976822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=8952312429368976822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8952312429368976822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8952312429368976822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I was a kid...'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-772434896059373857</id><published>2007-05-26T16:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:16.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking and realizing new</title><content type='html'>We've been changing things at our place since the summer is here blah blah... Got so much "junk" allover that we gave almost two year old computer desk to our next door neighbor. She's studying and lives with her 3 dogs so we thought that maybe she would have use for it since we were ready to throw it out from window if that would be the solution to get rid of it, lol. She was so happy about it. She had this round kitchen table as a computer desk and could now get rid of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I become nest builder at summer. Wanting to decorate, keep house clean,  light and simple. So cause of this weird nesting need I usually google for interior pics etc... The funny thing is that that after a while, browsing through all these hundreds of gorgeous houses and interior design pics I noticed that large spaces with massive furnitures, really expensive style didn't feel comfy to me... more like stressing. I also noticed that my house is just like the ones I found to be warm home like place to live in. My house is perfect to me, lol.. Sounds nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found few pics that has cosy, home feeling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlhj4Y9LSZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFzNBFu1b5g/s1600-h/san1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlhj4Y9LSZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFzNBFu1b5g/s400/san1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068911201028360594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlhjyI9LSYI/AAAAAAAAALc/CqESvUFQ8vg/s1600-h/redland1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlhjyI9LSYI/AAAAAAAAALc/CqESvUFQ8vg/s400/redland1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068911093654178178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6oY9LSVI/AAAAAAAAALE/sDMax2bynR8/s1600-h/27777_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6oY9LSVI/AAAAAAAAALE/sDMax2bynR8/s400/27777_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068865846173714770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6j49LSUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dpOei7-IFL4/s1600-h/8615_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6j49LSUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dpOei7-IFL4/s400/8615_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068865768864303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6Vo9LSTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CB37NPRCvL4/s1600-h/5610_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg6Vo9LSTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CB37NPRCvL4/s400/5610_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068865524051167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/16416_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/16416_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg5yo9LSSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C7neNxhdFZE/s1600-h/1352_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlg5yo9LSSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C7neNxhdFZE/s400/1352_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068864922755746082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/31811_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/31811_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/23718_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/23718_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/16416_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/16416_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/30949_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vacationrentals.com/_pictures/30949_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-772434896059373857?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/772434896059373857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=772434896059373857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/772434896059373857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/772434896059373857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeking-and-realizing-new.html' title='Seeking and realizing new'/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/Rlhj4Y9LSZI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFzNBFu1b5g/s72-c/san1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-5278402468902721782</id><published>2007-05-25T19:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:17:28.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls can..</title><content type='html'>Blame PMS when:&lt;br /&gt;They're moody (crying, hysterical, anxious, MAD, overly emotional, over exaggerating).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-5278402468902721782?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/5278402468902721782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=5278402468902721782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/5278402468902721782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/5278402468902721782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-can.html' title='Girls can..'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-3541061327672722662</id><published>2007-05-24T19:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T02:05:11.775+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..myspace comment from my Glasgowian friend..</title><content type='html'>"How can you be single looking like you do?!?!?!?!? WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not able to fall in love. Is it a curse? I'm joking of course :) but I'm a weird bird anyway, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well my soul..my mind?(strong inner feeling about it)loves at the moment, I feel it so I can't deny it. And when I feel like loving someone, I lose the need to search for more. I just can't be with someone without being first hopelessly in love. It's fine by me :). Friends are ok, casual sex..not for me. It's more of an emotional need, need to feel deeply about someone. Who knows, as I grow, I might start "expanding" the space in these kind of things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me most is that why people say things like that "you're so pretty, how come you don't have bf?" ??. Just cause someone is pretty enough to have a bf doesn't mean that the girl should go into a bar, hit a guy (or vice versa), make a good expression and start dating. Why girl can't be single EVEN she would be pretty? I've never been in love with a local guy. Had crushes but that's all. No one hasn't done "it (something magical)" to me (face to face). I'm not wanting to marry since the whole thought creeps me. I don't want any kids unless the "future lover" wants them badly and we would decide about it together. Maybe it's a family thing, my mom never wanted to marry my dad but it was the 70's. She didn't want to get engaged with my step dad either. She always wanted to get rid of her bf's after they started to limit her personal freedom someways... Now she lives for her music, art and personal freedom. &lt;br /&gt;I've never met someone(irl) with whom the "getting to know" part would have been fun and interesting instead of awkward and boring. I can't be with someone who would just like my style and looks, what about me, the person I am? shouldn't he love me instead of lust me? I'm not wanting to have multiple relationships, at this time I'm hoping to find something real instead of plain dating. I don't mind about being cheated, being left etc... Those are just natural processes in life as we change and I'm able to forgive, it hurts but what you can you do? lol. But I can't cheat my "heart"..I can't fool myself. I can't afford it. I'm just build like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul connection. &lt;br /&gt;My love is forever unless someone intentionally hurts me. Feeling love is rare and unique, one of the greatest things that person can feel, receive. Most wont realize this until they're old and thinking what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather alone than act. I'm choosing NOT to hurt that someone who I would choose to date just for fun..but then again I'm not able to do that! I can't be with someone who doesn't RAVISH! open something in me, lol..make me feel certain important feelings. I define dating as a passionate love story. Everything else is just hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF TYPING TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-3541061327672722662?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/3541061327672722662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=3541061327672722662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3541061327672722662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3541061327672722662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-myspace-comment-from-my-glasgowian.html' title='..myspace comment from my Glasgowian friend..'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-6412160802174535179</id><published>2007-05-24T18:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T02:01:23.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tim...and to you</title><content type='html'>First, this isn't meant to be lecture or me trying to sound wise (failing badly if I would be, lol). I'm just pointing out few things..inspiring! or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not flawless, yet our flaws can be beautiful like the thorns of roses. Life opens up as a colorful play field if we across the threshold of pain. World (relationships) makes you either emotionally crippled, cold and selfish, martyr, depressed, masochist or in positive sense, feeds your hunger for experiencing more :). Maybe life will give you all these things, walk you through them, if! you're willing to. Do not dwell in misery too long, just as long as you know it'll feed you in someways. Riches you, pain can do that, it teaches. Pain will shape you, give you new form that you someday treasure, it'll be part of better you, you've felt deeply. It's the greatest gift that life has to offer you. Love is sometimes painful but it's also blissful, too! thank heaven..or something. The beauty in pain... Young adults and their unfractured, inexperienced  minds can be hurtful. They don't know, they're still many ways like kids. Even they look grown up, they might not be any wiser than 6 year old or even 50 year old on emotional level, lol that's scary but true. All we can do is forgive. How could they know what they're doing to you when they don't know who they are to themselves and what they want from life? "innocent" people will get hurt when they meet people who are still figuring out life and themselves (most are always, through their lives learning about those things). We're all ticking time bombs to each others but it's meant to be like that, otherwise, where would be the growth? Empathy, we learn it. We'll meet in one point, get to know in another, then grow together, learn more about ourselves and yes, might grow apart. Forgive yourself that. We know these things ;) I just put them into words and made it visible for eyes, as a reminder.. Isn't it funny how much knowledge we carry into life without sometimes remembering/noticing it. The truth is in you.&lt;br /&gt;"Love like you never got hurt".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://users.tkk.fi/~apajunen/seeart/jpgs/haavenkeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://users.tkk.fi/~apajunen/seeart/jpgs/haavenkeli.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-6412160802174535179?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/6412160802174535179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=6412160802174535179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/6412160802174535179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/6412160802174535179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-timand-to-you.html' title='To Tim...and to you'/><author><name>tea</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-2811528283376366800</id><published>2007-05-24T17:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:41:27.358+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Current love in art and fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.almaleh.com/ecriture/livres/crespi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.almaleh.com/ecriture/livres/crespi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kunstkammer.at/scarab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.kunstkammer.at/scarab1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kunstkammer.at/bild01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.kunstkammer.at/bild01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil details. Old patina. Domenico Remps. Crespi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my blog, I can write here whatever I want (guys, no need to read the following). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After aaall! I'm still just a girl who loves to shop. It's not something I NEED TO DO but something I enjoy of... I could easily live the "bum life" too. Finding "my styled" clothes sparks that same feeling I used to get at Christmas and b-day when being a kid. I'm not following any fashion trends, just picking up things that feels "mine". I actually hate the fashion scene, so superficial, so fast changing, money wasting, nerv breaking action lol. All the celebs walking on red carpet showing their Cuccies and Pradas, yack! As a teen I spent thousands of euros into fashion magazines, I was Elle addict! I also considered about getting into business like one of my best friend (she's graduating next spring). Then I started to think that would I be happy doing that, designing clothes that would be worn one season, criticized on papers, worn by superficial ppl. How that would make me feel better? That's when I gave up on that idea. I'm not very competitive person either and the industry is all about struggling your way to up.&lt;br /&gt;..So That's about it (lots and lots of writing today...hope it's readable?? since I get "blind" to my own english writing...well, I'm blogging more to myself than to anyone else, my virtual diary).. IT'S THE BLOGGING DISEASE! AAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of sheepskin boots! those are so comfy. I'm wanting new pair! but no rush, it's summer. I'm wanting EVERY PAIR of these Lacoste shoes --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chaussures-sports.com/ecom/index.php?cPath=203_147"&gt;Perfect sneakers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hush-uk2.com/Prod-HOD.php#"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.hush-uk2.com/Prod-HOD.php#" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snowboots.com/images/classic%20tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.snowboots.com/images/classic%20tall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hush-uk2.com/img/product/GWNa-1-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.hush-uk2.com/img/product/GWNa-1-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hush has nice clothing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hush-uk2.com/Prod-HOD.php"&gt; :D !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hush-uk2.com/whatsnew.php"&gt;HUSH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-2811528283376366800?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/2811528283376366800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=2811528283376366800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2811528283376366800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2811528283376366800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/current-love-in-art.html' title='Current love in art and fashion'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-1197375628842044178</id><published>2007-05-24T17:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:44:12.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning point</title><content type='html'>"When I'm at the crossroads, I'm just standing there, looking on each direction and wondering. Going for another stroll around the block..and then I'm there again." Crisis. Which way to choose? Why I hesitate? Am I trying to find resolutions from wrong things? Don't I know myself and my desires well enough? Do I even have to know..but what I want from life? Am I too ambitious with my dreams? I'm ready to settle less in life but should I? Should I go after everything I want? Shoulda, woulda, coulda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my style in everything? knowing that would help me with my decisions. Why I'm trying to define things? It's not important..but yet I'm doing that DEFINING!... I need to think, concentrate. Do I let myself to be me, fully? &lt;br /&gt;I've heard about people losing themselves in a relationship and marriage, two become one or something... But most notice that they're not truly the people they were before and that being with someone has changed them and that the change hasn't always been a good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, why I'm so timid to fully open up? Time's running up. Made up your mind, me dear me.. What I want to become? What am I, to me? I haven't lost the touch in my inner child, I'm close to my personal truth about my personality and "in the being I am" I'm just seeking the "right pieces". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have courage to move on? Since I tend to do things based on my gut feeling, I have one question that I'm afraid no one else can't answer into but me.. When feeling tensed and anxious, am I closer the truth, the real deal or am I then drifting away from the right solution? People tend to let the fear decide for them. We need reasons, we need safety, feeling that we chose right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe: When we know our desires, know our soul, we're able to achieve the great happiness. I want to reach that, it's my desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-1197375628842044178?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/1197375628842044178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=1197375628842044178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1197375628842044178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/1197375628842044178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/turning-point.html' title='Turning point'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-2276038178316102356</id><published>2007-05-24T01:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:30:19.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, lets talk about feelings</title><content type='html'>Thought that that might get some hairs up from the neck. But really, we should talk about more how we're feeling. Should I tell why?... ehmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I'm blogging about this subject is that I'M FEELING LOST! Now, I would be interested to know how often people feel like that? is it usual? etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself into all kind of unfamiliar and weird feelings aprox. once in a month. It's unpleasant trip but I guess it's something that the "inner me" needs to experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-2276038178316102356?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/2276038178316102356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=2276038178316102356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2276038178316102356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/2276038178316102356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-lets-talk-about-feelings.html' title='Baby, lets talk about feelings'/><author><name>tea</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-8735289244911434148</id><published>2007-05-22T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:52:00.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"monkeying" I'm about to freak you out</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px;height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-5781601838378045704&amp;hl=en" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle"  quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Mommy I can't cross my eyeees! buhuu! Well, you lucky ones have seen my freaky fingers, now, it's my freaky eye! Btw, I haven't been doing this for a long time so it's kinda "stiff"..the eye, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-8735289244911434148?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/8735289244911434148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=8735289244911434148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8735289244911434148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8735289244911434148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/monkeying.html' title='&quot;monkeying&quot; I&apos;m about to freak you out'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-4665827604547115745</id><published>2007-05-22T19:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:18.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMW1o9LSRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yf6FTFPhkVc/s1600-h/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMW1o9LSRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yf6FTFPhkVc/s400/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067419116504828178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMWNI9LSNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jXZbVNN-kbw/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMWNI9LSNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jXZbVNN-kbw/s400/Picture+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067418420720126162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMV_Y9LSMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sOupcKz_ArE/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMV_Y9LSMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sOupcKz_ArE/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067418184496924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah aaaah...I feel LIGHT! Good night sleep. Warm, sunny summer day. Got presents for my/our cat/s (1 year at 23th of may). Met my old school bud. PAID BUNCH OF BILLS! Found time for posing! What's the thing with us girls wanting to (have the need to) pose? Once the posers use to annoy the hell out of me but I guess it was some kind of emo phase but anyway..feeling Aaaaah SO light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-4665827604547115745?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/4665827604547115745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=4665827604547115745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4665827604547115745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4665827604547115745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaaaaah.html' title='Aaaaaah'/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RlMW1o9LSRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yf6FTFPhkVc/s72-c/Picture+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-4189083097029658908</id><published>2007-05-21T15:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:43:49.475+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey boredom</title><content type='html'>I just got back from town round. Geez... Don't feel like having much to say. I've been doing fictional writing a bit and thinking about sinking myself into painting after cleaning the house first. Thought I would post one these surveys ppl are doing at myspace... No particular reason for posting it. Just feels silly to blog if don't have anything to say/fill the post with. Happy monday :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be:&lt;br /&gt;42 LCD tv, king size bed, soda, dvd player, my fav dvd's, computer, plenty of comfy clothes, massaging shower, cat, cheeseburgers, hot stud and either classic mustang or camaro. That would be all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What weight were you when you were born?&lt;br /&gt;No idea but I looked chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were stranded on an island with the person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Either challenge, play with him/her first and if not starting to like him/her, I would move on the otherside of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most opposed to:&lt;br /&gt;Liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Leave, simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stalk anyone on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too old to be:&lt;br /&gt;too young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the thought of childbirth:&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door to my house is:&lt;br /&gt;Another house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are:&lt;br /&gt;my feet are..my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My preferred style of jeans is:&lt;br /&gt;Low cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cook:&lt;br /&gt;Sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed at:&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things...I just don't let it show..OR BOTHER me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should always:&lt;br /&gt;Be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should never:&lt;br /&gt;Be too cool till point of being bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is the worst way to be dumped?:&lt;br /&gt;By a text message??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What child-related smell do you not like?&lt;br /&gt;What?..baby poopy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sea creature scares you?&lt;br /&gt;None of them..unless they're about 2 get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color hair do most of the people you are around have?&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Uh... *zoiinks*. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What object have you broken most recently?&lt;br /&gt;popsicle wrappers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one of the Spice Girls:&lt;br /&gt;Bitch spice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos's Winter...don't ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be in an advertisement for?&lt;br /&gt;Painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the stems of wine glasses for?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shoes are:&lt;br /&gt;Brown sheepskin boots...so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a life goal:&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love. Make passionate mind blowing sex. Base jump. Travel and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers' greatest fear is:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Natural talent! I was suprised myself, too! I can pick peas plus other small pieces with them just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer beaches or forests?&lt;br /&gt;Luv both...first beaches then forests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-4189083097029658908?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/4189083097029658908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=4189083097029658908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4189083097029658908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4189083097029658908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/survey-boredom.html' title='Survey boredom'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-7471818724967666311</id><published>2007-05-19T00:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:46:47.339+03:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>It seems that everything irritates me at the moment but don't you think that Avril Lavigne sucks nowadays? GIRLFRIEND? wtf? That song annoyes the f**** out of me, seriously. Now, suddenly she falls in the same gategory with Hillary skank Duff. Cheerleader type of teens with colorful clothes and "yay!" attitude are starting to dig her: She's not so scary anymore, hey lets go and buy her new cool album. And so did miss avril L sell her soul (style) to the music industry (well...she did that when she signed the contract with major record label but at least she seemed original with her style..it was her real style or was it A SCAM?..possibly, maybe this new "style" is her REAL "style"). MO MONEY MO MONEY! and she'll let them strip her out of her cool cat spunky punk "suit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I never really liked her anyway, this new single just gets on my nerves so much that I had to say something. Hey, it's publicity, too. Ha..she got noticed here in my blog! not just in good sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-7471818724967666311?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/7471818724967666311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=7471818724967666311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7471818724967666311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7471818724967666311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-4562193333283019756</id><published>2007-05-18T21:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:28:01.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner?  uhm...</title><content type='html'>Well, will Andy feel totally hurted..offended if I say that the winner for the most disturbing story contest is Tim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim did actually type a short story that had main character and described him well, which again made the story's nature to be: disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again Andy told that he's not good with writing disturbing stories..but I still likealot my buddy Andy!!! (dammit Andy! you should have school around the year! hate these YOUR summer breaks. You should be sitting in front of your computer blogging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to send complainings about my decision under this post, into comment section.&lt;br /&gt;Harsh critic is always fun to receive :D WHOOPIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize?.. Tim had a wish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-4562193333283019756?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/4562193333283019756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=4562193333283019756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4562193333283019756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4562193333283019756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/winner-uhm.html' title='Winner?  uhm...'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-5166398662479453981</id><published>2007-05-16T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:38:21.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>What wiki says about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the term frustration as used in contract law, see Frustration of purpose. For the board game, see Trouble (board game). For the use in mathematical and physical systems, see Geometrical frustrated magnets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration is an emotion that occurs in situations where one is blocked from reaching a personal goal. The more important the goal, the greater the frustration. It is comparable to anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources of frustration may be internal or external. Internal sources of frustration involve personal deficiencies such as a lack of confidence or fear of social situations that prevent one from reaching a goal. Conflict can also be an internal source of frustration when one has competing goals that interfere with one another. External causes of frustration involve conditions outside the person such as a blocked road, lack of money, or lack of sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person's opportunities are defined by the society, in the structure of the society and the society's conditioning of the individual through hierarchy and social status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration may lead to downfall and deviation, because it wastes precious thinking ability and attention, which otherwise would have been used elsewhere in constructive and/or creative work.[citation needed] In some cases, it might lead to obsession or addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration should be regarded as a useful indicator of the problems in a person's life, in order to regain balance, and when the individual is observed with open-mindedness and tolerance, his/her emotions may prove to represent problems in the society as a whole.[citation needed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of psychology, passive-aggressive behavior is a method of dealing with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Retrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frustration"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categories: Articles lacking sources from September 2006 | All articles lacking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual frustration: describes the condition in which a person is in a state of agitation, stress or anxiety due to prolonged sexual inactivity and/or sexual dissatisfaction that leads them to want more sex or better sex, or a state in which he/she is sexually aroused but unable to act on the feeling. The term does not define whether his/her desire is normal or abnormally high; it simply means that his/her arousal is not being met by activity and therefore he/she is experiencing tension as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sometimes used to imply that a person has an overactive sex drive (accusatory sense), although more often it implies simply an uncomfortably low level of sexual activity, or some arousing stimulation that is causing frustration (in the sympathetic sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sexual activity is not the only cause of sexual frustration; the condition may also be caused by a lack of a desired activity, such as acting out fantasies or trying new positions. In many cases, sexual frustration leads to compulsive masturbation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-5166398662479453981?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/5166398662479453981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=5166398662479453981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/5166398662479453981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/5166398662479453981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-590764879477132975</id><published>2007-05-14T21:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:24:12.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>21th century's 2 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.soundboard.com/sb/pearl_the_landlord_clip.aspx"&gt;Badass kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil girl saying really sweet lines from a movie. Now, if kids would really start behaving like this before their puberty... I wouldn't want any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Borat soundboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, that "when do we have sexy intercourse?" cracked me up. Sexy intercourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundboard.com/sb/borat.aspx"&gt;http://www.soundboard.com/sb/borat.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-590764879477132975?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/590764879477132975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=590764879477132975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/590764879477132975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/590764879477132975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/21th-centurys-2-years-old.html' title='21th century&apos;s 2 year old'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-9087502039057596618</id><published>2007-05-14T03:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:54:27.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mania mulla juu juu</title><content type='html'>Still think that BSB sux?&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRQPaoOwdbk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRQPaoOwdbk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;3:26 am, not tired but slightly sleepy..nope, not even sleepy. Why did I type that then? Ever chewed peppermint flavored gum so long that it started to taste like "stamp glue"? Busy day today! MONDAY... Oh f***, I should get some dream time for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-9087502039057596618?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/9087502039057596618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=9087502039057596618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/9087502039057596618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/9087502039057596618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/manic.html' title='Mania mulla juu juu'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-3209255577381609379</id><published>2007-05-13T17:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:18.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RkiD2f1ws5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O_gKJeyXaOg/s1600-h/Kuva221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RkiD2f1ws5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O_gKJeyXaOg/s400/Kuva221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064442753261286290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RkhkWv1ws4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/8oUHpsmEZdU/s1600-h/Kuva219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RkhkWv1ws4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/8oUHpsmEZdU/s400/Kuva219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064408122939978626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a piece of rasperry cake bitches! feel free to envy now. Unless you got piece of chocolate cake..which I would have gladly changed with my piece of cake. About my painting then. Is it ready? puh-please! I never say something's READY! but I'm not perfectionist either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-3209255577381609379?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/3209255577381609379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=3209255577381609379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3209255577381609379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3209255577381609379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day_13.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>tea</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuRIjk4-2hY/RkiD2f1ws5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O_gKJeyXaOg/s72-c/Kuva221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-4474368659914174461</id><published>2007-05-11T17:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:11:00.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more</title><content type='html'>Wonderful site with "petit morts" :). It's just f***ing pay site `:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautifulagony.com/public/main.php"&gt;www.beautifulagony.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shooting themselves. I think this site is great cause it's so "casual". Girls taking pics of themselves in normal situations without over posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ishotmyself.com/public/general.php?p=tour_one"&gt;www.ishotmyself.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back posting art related and other..kinds of..less sexual oriented posts before scaring everyone away :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-4474368659914174461?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/4474368659914174461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=4474368659914174461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4474368659914174461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/4474368659914174461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodies.html' title='Two more'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-7082803232829181682</id><published>2007-05-10T23:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:14:43.362+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Great readings!..seriously!</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what kind of sex lives people have? Here are some blogs, kept by normal couples, sharing their sex lives. These kind of blogs are great to read. Simple, everyday life at their best...I think..??... This blog has links into other similar blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rexandroxy.blogspot.com/"&gt;rexandroxy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-7082803232829181682?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/7082803232829181682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=7082803232829181682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7082803232829181682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/7082803232829181682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-readingsseriously.html' title='Great readings!..seriously!'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307206550287667779.post-8554156266845516764</id><published>2007-05-10T23:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:35:45.021+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat &amp; dog diaries</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.zenfetish.com/"&gt;http://www.zenfetish.com/&lt;/a&gt; and stumbled on this funny post. Everyone who has ever had cat/s and dog/s will find this fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts From a Dog’s Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 181&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;1:30 pm - ohhhhhh. bath. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts From a Cat’s Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 752&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry nuggets. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 761&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. I must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. I must try this on their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 765&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I’d hoped this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates of what I’m capable. However, they merely made condescending remarks about what a “good little hunter” I am. The bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 768&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo.” What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 771&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer”. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 774&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait, it is only a matter of time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-8554156266845516764?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/8554156266845516764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=8554156266845516764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8554156266845516764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/8554156266845516764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/cat-dog-diaries.html' title='Cat &amp; dog diaries'/><author><name>tea</name><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-3307206550287667779.post-3048669882100390685</id><published>2007-05-10T13:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:01:26.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Number uno</title><content type='html'>Since it's May, the inspirational month, I'm posting more art related posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this site with Hitler's art work before he became..what he became.&lt;br /&gt;Truly gifted young man he was... Too bad that he didn't get much attention with his artistic talents. A lot could have been saved if there would have been just "Hitler the artist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hitler.org/art/"&gt;http://www.hitler.org/art/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quite fascinating art site about nuclear bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.navy.mil/ac/bikini/bikini1.htm"&gt;http://www.history.navy.mil/ac/bikini/bikini1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, kind of freaky pictures but the idea is interesting. Two pictures put together, same person as old and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobbyneeladams.com/age.html"&gt;http://www.bobbyneeladams.com/age.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another link to same site. Couples put together. Remember that episode from "Tales from the crypt" where Anthony LaPaglia is being a cable guy who ends up fucking around with mad scientist's wife? The hubby drugs these two and changes their heads. After waking up they notices their new bodies and wonder what the hell has happened. Hubby says: Well you said that you wanted each others bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobbyneeladams.com/couples.html"&gt;http://www.bobbyneeladams.com/couples.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307206550287667779-3048669882100390685?l=blingies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/feeds/3048669882100390685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307206550287667779&amp;postID=3048669882100390685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3048669882100390685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307206550287667779/posts/default/3048669882100390685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blingies.blogspot.com/2007/05/number-uno.html' title='Number uno'/><author><name>tea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
