<?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-12533131</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:28:14.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Women</title><subtitle type='html'>It is just a blog from girl Anya, which favorite book is Little women from Luisa May Alcott. Step in her world of sisters March...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-114449775304977240</id><published>2006-04-08T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:05:09.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Come-Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am again... Sorry about that pause, I was in totall un-computer form... Yeah, I know, I'm in that form to much, and I became boring..,I understand if you don't wanna read this any more, I was really bad!!! I didn't write, didn't anserw your messiges, didn't review in your blog... But I HOPE I'll now... Sorry again... :`(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing except stupid repermans... Ugh, I'm going crazy... But I think I'll turn on Renee Olsted in few moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/em&gt; by Margaret Michaelle I belive. Great book, love it!!! Oh, and &lt;em&gt;Asterix and Obelix&lt;/em&gt; comics for 2nd or 3rd time... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something Like Diary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need help: I wanna start to write book, but I don't know how many characters to have or what names to give. I think one character will be called Emily Vivien, but what about others? And do to have two main characters or three? Or maybe name Catherine Vivien is better? Oh, God, I'll go crazy! WHAT TO DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;After all, Melly isn't helping me at all! She can't think of name or anything aboput her cahracter and she's not anserwing on my SMSes!!! So, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anserw 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Kll your self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anserw 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop waiting for Melly and writeing something on your heand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anserw 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Ask mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not goo, not good at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I though to write all about things I do and things I don't like. What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from one and only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-114449775304977240?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/114449775304977240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=114449775304977240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/114449775304977240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/114449775304977240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-come-back.html' title='My Come-Back'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113940619658967257</id><published>2006-02-08T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:43:16.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"And how about if I do?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is Me&lt;/em&gt; - Skye Sweetnam (from The Barbie Diaries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Farewell To Arms&lt;/em&gt; - Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something like Diary:      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              Yesterday, later, I was at art lesson. There was Luke (my ex-crush), Alex (totally crazy 18-year old girl, who I really adore, she's cool!) and later girl named Tanya came. Tanya goes to our school, she's 8th grade and she annoying! She have that squcky, sweet voice, she always smiles, she never gets angry, she's talkes 300hm/h and she's gossiper! Everything that she dones like isn't cool and it's 'totally out'! She doen 1/4 of her paining yesterday and it was so wrong that even my art teacher yelled! I mean HELLO! I never saw him yelling! He's artist, in clouds, and totally 'cool'. He never, ever yelled at anyone, at last I didn't saw him! But, Gosh, I'm glad he yelled on Tanya, if he didn't I would got up and spaled her ver her ugly, fta face. Even Alex 9who, I don't know how, liks her) said: "Tanya, and how about working a little today, ah?" And then she (Tanya) asked Luke what High school will he go in, and he said he'll get in sport high school. She asked him: "And how about, if you don't get in?" and he was like "And how about if I do?". It was soooo funny! He showed her, that little gossiper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she was still talking! Gosh, she's like electric rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News at school:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got half of 5 on France Revloution. I need to learn Napoleon to get 'whole' 5. It's soooo annoying!!!! Teacher that is...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing new with Katie and Tiff. They just keep ignoring me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DONE SOMETHING THAT LOOKED LIKE THAT WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO ON PE! And I'm totally anti-PE person, trust me! I'm happy! Although my hands weren't... I felth like I broke them, honestly! And like I was totally drunked, everything was round... We needed to get to stand on our hands (up-side-down) and then turn around if you gte anything. Cause I don't!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched part of film'&lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0120686',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120686/"&gt;Stepmom&lt;/a&gt;' on TV today. Mum didn't gave me to watche it whole, since it was sad and she knew that I would start to cry. I nearly did, no matter it wasn't end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remainder to my self:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LEARN MATH YOU SILLY GIRL!!! &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valentine is soon and I, as always, am without boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss,Kiss!                                                                                                                    Your friend, Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113940619658967257?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113940619658967257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113940619658967257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113940619658967257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113940619658967257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-how-about-if-i-do.html' title='&quot;And how about if I do?&quot;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113931941103591752</id><published>2006-02-07T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:36:52.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one for my boring friends who act like they are not 13, but 73!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;/strong&gt; Skye Sweetnam "&lt;em&gt;This Is Me&lt;/em&gt;" (from &lt;em&gt;The Barbie Diaries&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen it on:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://barbie.everythinggirl.com/activities/friends/diaries/skye/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://barbie.everythinggirl.com/activities/friends/diaries/skye/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new actully happened today except Melly didn't wanted to make another round around kindeergarden. Afrter school, if we have same number of classes, we go around kindergarden, walking, talking, laughting. Don't get me wrong, Mel is great, she's just to complicated! It's always something wrong with her and when we get out, when we walk, she must go home vary soon. I just wish I could talk to her after long and boring day at school, I juts need talking to my best friend. But she's not that tipe... Nobody of my friends is. :( So I told her that I'll call her Lassie to end of her life. :D What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Things and classes we had in school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;st Class:&lt;/strong&gt; Music. &lt;strong&gt;Learned:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Death Leaves&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/em&gt;songs. &lt;strong&gt;To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Learn those music instrumetns you done last class, learn this songs better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nd Class:&lt;/strong&gt; English. &lt;strong&gt;Learned:&lt;/strong&gt; Adrerbs. &lt;strong&gt;To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing, I done everything on class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rd Class:&lt;/strong&gt; Math. &lt;strong&gt;Leared:&lt;/strong&gt; Something stupid and boring, kill me if I know! &lt;strong&gt;To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Homework from that boring class, learn for test next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th Class:&lt;/strong&gt; Serbian. &lt;strong&gt;Learned:&lt;/strong&gt; That book, "Pop Cira i Pop Spira" (Don't try to read, it's on Serbian, and I dunno what would English name be). &lt;strong&gt;To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Notjing really. I done everything for weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th Class:&lt;/strong&gt; Biology. &lt;strong&gt;Learned:&lt;/strong&gt; Some animles. &lt;strong&gt;To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Learn for test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th Class:&lt;/strong&gt; PE. &lt;strong&gt;Learned:&lt;/strong&gt; Boring!&lt;strong&gt; To Do:&lt;/strong&gt; Kill teacher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To do list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read History few times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get redy to art lesson in time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put cream on my hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listend to CD mum lesft me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat (not sweets!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to kill Melly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss, Kiss!                                                                                                              Your friend Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113931941103591752?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113931941103591752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113931941103591752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113931941103591752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113931941103591752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-one-for-my-boring-friends-who-act.html' title='Just one for my boring friends who act like they are not 13, but 73!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113925651153435889</id><published>2006-02-06T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:45:24.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in my life, myu blog...</title><content type='html'>It's just again one late post, but I was totally in not writting mood. It would be stupid to say that I will try to update more often because that's what I say every time, but sometimes I just don't feel like writting... Anyway, I'll try to start like new begging and to write here like in Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What happened this dyas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything! I don't know where to start? Should I start with that that Tina (from now showed as Tiffany or Tiff here) and Kati (From now showed as Katie here) stoped talking with me and Mila (from now showed as Melissa, Melly or just 'my best friend') cause we-really-have-no-idea-why! No, really! But I might have idea: I started talking and getting riends with other girls like Mimi (from Melly's class), Kaia (most popullar girl who, I found out, really like me, but thinks I'm too shy), Myra (totally hipper and crazy girl from our class). She's alwas tried to have us few around her and to can control us. I tried to understnd her, but she started to use me, saying about my pimples, laughing at me. I just staped and stared doing something what she didn't wanted me to do: Gettingmore friends, who are, no matter how little I know them, are better friends that she is. Katie just follow her. So Melly and I stated gteting out, and Tiffany and Katie ignore us, not saying 'Hello'. To be honest, I more like having 15 friends then Tiffany and Katie stainging on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing is that I got new mobile phone which I love! It's really cute and great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third think is *knock 3 times in wood* I started to get better marks at school. No more about it not to call bad luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but most important thing, is that I'll have 'show' (like those in Museums) of my painting and drawings! Yey, yey, yey! It'll be on 17th October, and I alredy started diet, started thinging what I'm gonna wear, what hair dress I'm gonna have and all that... :D A girl can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be all from me for now... Oh, except my new fave singersses is Skye Sweetnam, Canadian teen-age rock singresses, who really can rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiss, Kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your friend, Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Wrrior for putting pin on my guest map!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113925651153435889?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113925651153435889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113925651153435889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113925651153435889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113925651153435889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/02/changes-in-my-life-myu-blog.html' title='Changes in my life, myu blog...'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113838751502856076</id><published>2006-01-27T18:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:45:15.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One little post</title><content type='html'>Ok, Ok, you ahve every rule to hate me, I'm bad, varu bad friend: I haven't write, I haven't review. But this time I've really been busy and board to write, so I hope you'll understand me. I haven't spent much time on computer eather since I studied 9I got 5 from History! Yey!), got out with Mila (Gosh, we did made funny teorys about how we have twin brothers and sisters and about HP, like 'Voldy likes out music teacher (aka witch)' and 'Carrie (from Central Park West) is actully Harry's aunt'.), went on art lessons (There's one Alexandra and Anna that are lot older then me, but they are funny and I love spending time with them!) and watched TV (I watched over holiday ice skating and those old films, and old films make Bette Davis and Merilyn Monroe my fave actresses by side Vivien Leigh and &lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0045891',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045891/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Marry a Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0058724',2,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058724/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Visit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0042192',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0042192/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All About Eve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0045162',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045162/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Snows of Kilimanjaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; join list of my fave films. &lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0045162',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045162/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Snows of Kilimanjaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is saddest film I ever watched, but also one of best! I must take book, whcih is BTW written by Ernest Hemingway.) . So, that's what I done over holidays and that's what I do now, when school started. I'll try to update, but since I'm bord to write, I'll probably write little postes. I'll try to write most my story from HPANA. I really like doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Beaver and Siti for pins on my guest map and messiges on my guest book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Light,&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;and Chcolate ;)&lt;br /&gt;from your friend Anya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113838751502856076?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113838751502856076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113838751502856076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113838751502856076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113838751502856076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-little-post_27.html' title='One little post'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113657097376990513</id><published>2006-01-06T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:09:33.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Really boring visit to really boring cousns on really boring day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today I got up in noon what isn't so unusual since I fall a sleep everyday (night?) uin 2am. No mattter how hard I'm trying to sleep, even if I get in bed in 9pm, I always feel a sleet in 2am. Perhaps it's because I day-dream a lot, perhaps cause I don't even try to fell a sleep, I just always feel a sleep in 2am, like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you ask me, I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you ask my parents, they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it just happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never mind, when "Sleeping Beuty" (translation: me) woke up, she (me) had only 1 hour to get redy and go to her Grandmother named Cursed netherlander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sould I tell ya story about Cursed Netherlander? Well, it all started with that that Tina called my mum's mum 'Yellow Granny' and my dad's mum 'White Granny' cause color of their hair. On Geography class once teacher told us "There are three kinds of people on world: Yellow, Whit and Black" and since (on teacher's horror) I set with Tina most of time on classes (although I shold sit with, first with boy which I'll name Thomas and then with boy which I'll name Mark) I whisperd on her ear "There are three kinds of people on world: My Yellow Granny, My White Granny and Blck people". On big brake we talked abou that and decidedto call my yellow granny call 'Chinese', but how to call my White Granny? There are so many nations with Whute skin! So, since I watches &lt;em&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/em&gt; that morning, episode with some guy called Cursed Netherlander, we decided to call my white granny like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God think is that she doesn't know that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, let's back on visit to White Granny. Actully it's pretty boring, so should I really talk about it. Never mind, let me tell just few words: My White Granny lives with my uncle (dad's half-brother, not same father) and her father (my grand-grandfather, who is about 80something) and go to visit them once in year. It's not vary nice, I know, but what can I say? Mum didn't went with us cause she and White Granny don't... ummm... like each other vary much (let's not go into detales...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can I skeep visit? It was vary, vray, vary, vary, vary, vary, vary, vary, vary...... vary, vary, vary boring... Main think is that we got home and that I had read &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt; (not all) and OH MY GOSH Jane and Mr Rochester should get married! Ususally when I start reading book I need to finisth it, but I like this part so much that I even think to stop reading here and live thinking that Jane and Mr. Rochester lived happily ever after and got Adele lik their own daughter. What scares me most is that I have half book to read, and I know that if Jana and Mr. Rochester married now, there wouldn't be that half. That means that they might not get married and I was soooooo happy when I found out that they sould get married I even started to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I will finisth the book... And if I don't like ending, I'll just try to foget it and think that Jane and her Mr. (can't write his name all over agaian) lived happily ever after after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from your friend Anya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kiss, kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; My dear Beaver, thanks for commening honey! I love to watch Ice Skating so much that I promist my slef that I must lear to Ice Skate soon as posible. But it did happen few times that Mila nearly didn't killed me for yelling and holding her heand. To be quite honest, if I was her I would probaly take person who was with me (in this case me) and left it on middle of ice. Although Mila wanted to do then few times, and I don't blame her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I still love&lt;em&gt; Charmed&lt;/em&gt; and they are great show, but I ,dunno why, Love &lt;em&gt;Centarl Park West&lt;/em&gt; more. It really strange and funny especially cause my fave character in show is evil, really evil, witch (i would say something else, but i'm polite person. you can guess what i wanted to say...) who nearly didn't payed with her life cause all things she done (aka: really bad things).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113657097376990513?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113657097376990513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113657097376990513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113657097376990513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113657097376990513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/01/really-boring-visit-to-really-boring.html' title='Really boring visit to really boring cousns on really boring day.'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-113646195490993705</id><published>2006-01-05T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:52:34.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles happen... But I though not THIS kind of miracles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey my dear, dear readers and frisned! It was long time no see, so I hope you won't mind that I'll just in few senesess say what's going on here. But fisrt I wannato wish all (little late) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MARRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I hope this year will be best in your life! I hope you don't mind cause I didn't write for so long, I was over head with school, but now I'm on brake and it's all over so I havce time. Let's see what happened while I wasn't writting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt;My mum had surgery on sinus cause she had cyst. It's not so dangerust. anlthough it could be. She's now OK, but she doesn't go on work what means that we are in house all day long. That meant that we are fighting, what we do... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; I (nearly) learned to Ice Skate!!! Yey!!! Fun for all!! Although, since I was in Tusday with Mila on skating, yesterday I could barly move. Everything, starting with my head all to toes hurted. Don't ask, I felth misrable! Now it's little better, but still....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We should go today also, but some other girls (Myra, Mimi, Tanya, Natlie and Senka) couldn't go, and my worried mother don't let me to go alone with Mila in town... :S Sometimes parents are real pain in neck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;I had b-day (which was great) and I was on excursion (which was even better) but it would take to long to tell ya all about it... You'll just have to wait for next one *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt;I spent first New Year with Kati, Mila and Tina, and I can tell it was SUPER!!! I loved it and we alredy started to make plans for next year! :P Although we won't make New Year in Mila's home like this year, since her mother nearly didn't got shock when she saw her apartmen.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; I got again on HPANA, and you can find me under name &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saffy's Angle&lt;/span&gt; (that book rule!!!). I also again posted my fan fic. It's named &lt;em&gt;The Witches Diaries&lt;/em&gt; and you feel free to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno how this happend, but &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt; aren't my favorite show anymore. Ok, should I tell ya how it happend and what is that "Amazing" show that raplaced &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, since my mum was about 10 days in hospital, and she had TV in her room, she started watching all shows what was on TV: Spanish shows, &lt;em&gt;Step Forawaid&lt;/em&gt;, One Croatian show, few others and American show (what was originaly given in America 10 years ago) &lt;em&gt;Central Park West&lt;/em&gt;. When she got home she continued watching shows, and everytime &lt;em&gt;Central Park West&lt;/em&gt; was on TV I stopped by it. One day when show started, she called me to watch together, and I got that I like show. Now, when show is over, I got that I love that show more then &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt; (especially cause they stopped giving &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt;). I dunno why, since show is something I see everyday (evil, crazy reach people hungry for power), but I really like show... Crazy me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This show that miracles really happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I belive that is it... Hmmmm... Dunno... If I remember anything else, I'll write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll now try to take tim everyday and write blog and review other blogs, but I dunno how it will be when school start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good-bye for some time and see you soon my dears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Peace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from your friend Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kiss, Kiss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-113646195490993705?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113646195490993705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=113646195490993705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113646195490993705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/113646195490993705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2006/01/miracles-happen-but-i-though-not-this_05.html' title='Miracles happen... But I though not THIS kind of miracles...'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112757018005906144</id><published>2005-09-24T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:12:25.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for my friends, Lene and The-One-That-Doesn't-Have-Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/Ok,.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/Ok%2C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm totally death! I got cold! And I need to travel this week! I mean really! I'm most unlucky girl! I need to stay Monday at home to get well before 28th. I might stay at home even in Tursday, athough it would be good since I have math test. Hehe! Of cores, at that always happen, I don't know ANYTHING! Really! Ok, I know something, but that's vary, vary, vary VARY little. I'm gone fall this year 100%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know how I got cold, and all I'm gonna say is thank you my dear friends Mila and Lene for sharing that with me. Altough don't that quote 'Friends share everything' too serious next time. Kidding! I love you guys (but in friendly way!!!)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also I called Mila yesterday. Since she didn't want to talk with me but to do math, she's now for me The-One-Who-Doesn't-Have-Name! That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In last post I said what happen this days. Tina is feeling much better now, although she still dunno will she go to excursion. If she does, The-One-That-Doesn't-Have-Name, she and I are gonna be in same room. Kati isn't going, athough she's still angry and we still dunno why. Jelica is going, but she's angry too, so now she's with hans and others. I don't care. I mean, she's Ok, but she's soooo annoying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All morning I spent in front of computer. I'm gonna louse my eyes. I listen to Radio. My table is in total chaos. On it I have two cups (from tea and from chocolate milk), books, (HBP and some more), school notebooks, pencil boxes, bubble gum, CD played, CDs, Cell/Mob phone, kerchiefes, doll (yes, doll), Russian book (let her die in hell!), English notebook (private English), magazines (Girl Talk, Mickey Mouse, Boomerang...) and list go on... Of cores, I don't ahevion plan to tide it. I'm ill. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hot in here... And everybody say me to turn on heater. Are they normal??? I'm gonna melt if I turn on something more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGES I MADE ON BLOG:&lt;/strong&gt; Changed mood icon; Got Cbox; Change picture of Amy Mrach to Phoebe Halliwell (I put on picture Phoebe Halliwell Turner coz I'm BIG Phoebe/Cole shipper, and in teory, they're still married :P); Got more link and organized them (All you HP fans, you just NEED to look at Makani's fan art! Alyssa Milano's site is also amezing! I find best songs at Disney and Hollywood records site.); Changed Picture of Amy and Laurie to Picture of Piper; Took out my pet and moon thing; Change J.Lo.'s song "Hold you down" to Aly &amp;amp; A.J.'s "No one" (I love that song! It something like my life-song!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISENING:&lt;/strong&gt; Radio and "No One" and "Hawaii Rolercoster"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READING:&lt;/strong&gt; Still Sabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed Be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112757018005906144?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112757018005906144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112757018005906144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112757018005906144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112757018005906144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/09/post-for-my-friends-lene-and-one-that.html' title='Post for my friends, Lene and The-One-That-Doesn&apos;t-Have-Name'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112750882030689798</id><published>2005-09-24T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:00:29.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Go or not to go? Question is now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/13tsSeptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/13tsSeptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This year's first class of art with my teacher. He worked at school, but after his heart-failure he got sick-leave so we got new tacher. Now I just go to privat classes at his home, what's pretty good since I wanna be fashon dresinger. I tresed Luka, my friend, with my other friend from there, Maria. I tryst my birthday for 30th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/14thSeptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/14thSeptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We ound out that we have excursion from 29th September to 1st October. I get sad. I even cry. Panicly calling mum to tell her that. She tryes to move b-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I simply hate Russian teacher. Hate! Hatehatehate!&lt;br /&gt;Not going on excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/15th%20September.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/15th%20September.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not going to excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/16thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand" height="43" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/16thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina's b-day is today. Unfortenatly her aunt-grenmother died. When she called me and said "There won't be birthday" she was cring. I asked why, thinking that she argue with her parents. But i didn't except that her next thing be: "Naka died" (Nake was her aunt-grandma). I still feel strange. My hart beat. Naka was wonderful person, and we all loved her vary much! I hope she'll find ehr peace.&lt;br /&gt;Not going on excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/17thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/17thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sad about Naka. I got out with Tina today. She's doing good when we see how much did she loved Naka. Poor girl! We got on toop of her building! It's so beautiful! It made me feel wonderful. Tina went home so Mila and I stayed out about 1hour more. When I look beckway this day was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on excursion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/18thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/18thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Find song 'Hawaii Rolercoaster' on Disney Records com. It's now my fave song. Doning math all day.&lt;br /&gt;Going on excursion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/19thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/19thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina's other aunt-gandma came from LA todfay. She bought her 17 jeans, about 20 t-shirts, shirts and blouses, about 50 earrings, two full begs of make up... I must confess that I'm jelous!&lt;br /&gt;Mila is also going on excursion, Tina maybe, Kati no. Mila and I will be in room and in bus together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/20thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand" height="41" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/20thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We lisnened something on music, do something on English, write something on math, draw something on Biology (at last I did), talked something on Serbian and ran until we feel on PE.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school!&lt;br /&gt;One of our "Friends" *chaught*, Jelica is angry coz we don't want to sit with her in bus or to be with her in room. But would you like to be in room with someone who wear sane socks a week, have 100 piples, never brush hair and who don't know how much are 1+1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/21thseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/21thseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since I bought some books, Russian teacher like me now.&lt;br /&gt;Witch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/22ndseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/22ndseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kati and Jelica got angry coz we-have-no-idea-why. They just ignored us all day. Since we didn't ahve PE coz it rains, we walk all class. I was with Tina and Mila and Jelica and Kati alone. So every time when we see them they would send us some 'comment'. Fisrt they said that Mila jsyt act like she's nice, then they said that I thinl thst I'm master to them all and then siad that Tina thinks that she's best in everything. We ignoored them too.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be in room with Jelica even in time of lifeand death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/23rdseptember.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/23rdseptember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing really happen today. Kati and Jelica are still mad. I don't care. Tina is going good. There's been a week since Naka's daeth. MIssed Charmed. Still listening to 'Hawaii Rollercoaster' by Jump5. Your can lisnen song on link above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyrecords/Song-Albums/beachparty/popvideo.html?artist=liloandstitch&amp;vid=HRC"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://disney.go.com/disneyrecords/Song-Albums/beachparty/popvideo.html?artist=liloandstitch&amp;amp;vid=HRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blessed Be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112750882030689798?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112750882030689798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112750882030689798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112750882030689798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112750882030689798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-or-not-to-go-question-is-now.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Go or not to go? Question is now!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/Blog%20things/th_13tsSeptember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112628851815282239</id><published>2005-09-10T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:39:59.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/PJ%20parties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/PJ%20parties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rule!! It was great! Sorry coz I didn't wrote earlier, but I was soooooo tired in Sunday and I had to work all over this week since school started. Anyway, we need to make PJ party soon again. I love it! First Mila came, then Kati and then Tina. Tina always late! But anyway, first I showed them some pictures on compuer then we make bed and turn on music. Andrew was here until 1, and we fro that tine watched film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0104860',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104860/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mi nismo andjeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (We are not angles). Then Kati slept, after fifteen minutes of our yelling. Then Mila, Tina and I started pillow fighting and talking to 3 o'clock when we got on computer and talked on MSN a little. Kati woke up, so we watched few parts of film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0381707',1,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381707/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, what Tina made up watch. She love that film so much she says. But I don't like that kind of films.... I like Romantic Dramas, like Gone with the Wind or Wuthering Heights... But nobody from my friends doesn't, so I don't have a company to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At 3 am they all feel a sleep. I took a little lamp and started to re-read my favorite parts from HP books. I love to do that! I tried to wake them up, and then in 6am I set on computer. At 7 am I lie in bad. I needed some sleep SO much! I didn't even remember when I went to sleep. So that day I was really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As I said, school started. I hate it! We already have soooo much to study! I feel like we have Biology, History, PE and Russian. Hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, today is Kati's b-day. Yesterday Mila and I went to mall to buy her gift. But we couldn't find anything. There was book of Yoga, pillow from 10 Euros, books, balls, Barbie dolls but nothing for Kati. So end we bought her candle-clam and nothing else but... Slippers! I know that that is TOTALLY stupid, but it better then Tina's gift - underwear! When I said that to my mum she said "I think that Kati will get such a beautiful gifts this year that she won't want to celebrate her birthday ever again!". But what should I do? There wasn't anything for normal price! Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My b-day is soon. I want to celebrate it for whole class (17) + few out of class + few out of school (Like my friend from drawing classes Maria of something like it). I want to celebrate it in some disco or something, but I'm still searching for right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder what will I get for my birthday from gifts... I hope not underwear... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed Be, Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112628851815282239?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112628851815282239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112628851815282239&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112628851815282239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112628851815282239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/09/underwear-gift.html' title='Underwear gift'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112551986649454632</id><published>2005-09-03T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:47:08.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Go Far Away If You Just Walk One Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/Days.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pass pretty boring here... Nothing happen really... Andrew and me started school few days ago. I dunno how will I do. And Tina is happy about it!!! She's like totally crazy!!! I mean, HELLO! Who can be happy about school???? I'm lile scared I must say... I'm always scared about school.... That's why I hate it... Mum met few days ago in super market my homeroom teacher, Geography teacher, Ceca. She is cool, but that doesn't mean that I don't hate her sometimes... I hate every teachter sometimes, except art teacher. He never gives us testes. That's why he's smarets teacher in school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, homeroom teacher said that I got pretty bad on end of ast year. She will tell me! I know I was pretty bad! But who wouldn't when I have mole for tecaher... And witch... And corpuse... She (homeroom teacher) says that mum must keep eye on me... Like I'm 3 years old. My life is getting worst... But what can be worst then fact that I need to meet those gosspers from 6/1 and from my class again tomorrow. God help me! I hate them! Neda, Ivana, Zorana, Brankica, Kaja, Jovana, Tijana (not mine!) and others... We found perfict name for them: HENS! Ha! There you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday I was at school, and it's totally boring! I had PE, Biology, Math, History, Rissian and Serbian. On PE one of hens (Neda, biggest han of all) asked me did I colour my hair. I said that I took out steaks, what I did. Later Tina told me that Neda had strange look on her face (read: jeaolus, hate) and I said that i don't care. And I don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Biology was boring, so Tina and I sent notes to each other. On math we wrote plan of 7th grade and rest of class we made mess in classroom. We bord on History also. History teacher started class with "This year we won't have much to lear, but it will be hard and boring...". Our History teacher is total mess! But she's great! One of best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Russian was most boring, but then it goes Serbian. Although I hate our mole-teacher, I was excited all day coz I read about 10 books over holiday: &lt;em&gt;Adriane Mole 4, Princess Diaries, 2 Georgia Nickloson books, Wuthering Heights, Harry Potter and Half Blood Prince, Sense and Sensibility, Sabriel, little Prince&lt;/em&gt; (again!)... I was proud to say all that! And I was proud coz I explame&lt;em&gt; Little Prince&lt;/em&gt; so well. Half of class said that book is boring. For me, it was great! One of best! And I was really hurted to hear that nearly anybody doesn't like it. So I needed to explame them what was book about. About life and about meaning of life. And everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I wasn't leing to talk like that about &lt;em&gt;Little Prince&lt;/em&gt;. I really loved book, and it made me wonder, what's meaning of life? Why do we live? What's all earth about? And 100 other questions. I love it. But i always cry when I read it. Little Prince is sad deep inside, and it sad to me that such a pure and wonderful creacure suffer.... It's really sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mole also mention line in &lt;em&gt;Little Prince&lt;/em&gt; something like "You don't get far away if you walk just one way". I explame it also. It's that if you do few years same thing your life won't have meaning, it will be boring. You need to do somethin, to get of that road that's so same. To do anything: Change clouse, go on vacatcion, do something.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But mole didn't asked me about&lt;em&gt; Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt;. I hope she wil one day. I need to tell somebody about that book! It's on my top-4 list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also, I want to thank you all om readimg my 100 things list!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed Be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is my PJ party! Can't wait! I'll write all about it tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Can someone help me to put Guest Map? Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112551986649454632?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112551986649454632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112551986649454632&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112551986649454632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112551986649454632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-dont-go-far-away-if-you-just.html' title='&lt;I&gt;If You Don&apos;t Go Far Away If You Just Walk One Way&lt;/I&gt;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112482989008434169</id><published>2005-08-23T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:44:50.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about Anya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I have younger brother Andrew who I like most on world, although I would never say that to my school friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm book addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; My favorite book all the time is 2nd in series &lt;em&gt;'Little Women'&lt;/em&gt; named &lt;em&gt;Good Wives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; My favorite boy and girl names are Theodore and Catherine, followed by Indigo and Sabriel, followed by Michael and Emily, followed by Peter and Scarlett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I met my best friend Mila when I was 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; To now, I changed 6 teachers/homeroom teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; My favorite actress is Vivien Leigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; I have BIG crush on Julian McMahon, Cole from &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; My best witch from &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt; is Phoebe, after what is Paige, although Piper and Prue have better powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; I like reading &lt;em&gt;W.I.T.C.H.,&lt;/em&gt; comic about 5 witch friends. My fave are Hay Lin and Irma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; My best&lt;em&gt; HP&lt;/em&gt; characters are Luna Lovegood (from good) and Bellatrix Lestrange (from evil) and worst are Ginny Weasley (from good) and Wormtale (from evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm big shipper of Ron/Hermione, Harry/Luna, Phoebe/Cole, Prue/Andy, Caddy/Michael (&lt;em&gt;Saffy's Angel&lt;/em&gt;, I was they shipper since I started reading book), Amy/Laurie and some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; My best cartoon is &lt;em&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; I cry every time when I read &lt;em&gt;'Little Prince'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; I like Greek Mythology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; My b-day is October 1st and My Zodiac sigh is Libra/Geremi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; I had big crush on boy named Dika for almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; I like &lt;em&gt;Mupped Show&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't live without music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Barbie fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm extremely childish, spoilt and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; I like Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, but I always liked Ashley better, dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate fish and cooked vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; My biggest fear is that people I love will die. I'm strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; Right now, I don't like my parents so much. It's not that I'm in arguing with them, it's just... I dunno what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm jealous on my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm scared of quit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; My biggest wish is, when I grow up, to live in Rome of London with my husband and 4 kids, Scarlett, Catherine, Emily and Theodore 9or Sabriel if I have 4 girls), work like Fashion Designer and visit Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't drink water or eat bread. Never! Except in case of life and death and on sandwich (bread on sandwich, not water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; My fave color is green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was little I had dream which parts I still remember: First I was on holiday, and I saw two bloody boys fighting about baby toy. Then I was at house, and I saw somebody's hand waving me over garbage can. When I came closer, I saw it was boy-troll (like from PC game 'Trolls') with black hair, and without legs. Creepy! When I woke up, I was screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.&lt;/strong&gt; I was once in Bulgaria, in Sofia, and I wanna to go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to name my brother Matthew coz the picture-book &lt;em&gt;'My little brother Matthew'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted sister. Not brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was 3rd grade I broke my left leg on 2 places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.&lt;/strong&gt; I like Italian food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.&lt;/strong&gt; Although I know that it doesn't exist, I believe in magic somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was little I watcher &lt;em&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/em&gt; and I loved it. Now, show is over, but I still love it. And my fave characters from it are sailor Moon and Sailor Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.&lt;/strong&gt; I love English and American names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to sing, but I have terrible voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.&lt;/strong&gt; Right now I'm reading book named&lt;em&gt; Sabriel&lt;/em&gt; what closely touch them of death. Thought I was always scared of death and fund death something 'black', I don't feel it for this book. &lt;em&gt;Sabriel &lt;/em&gt;makes death look like something normal and that people can live after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.&lt;/strong&gt; My favorite English singerss is Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was 8 I wrote love letter to boy in my class named Philip, but I never sent it. I still have that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm lazy. Really lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.&lt;/strong&gt; Right now, I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to go on diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like to listen CD played when anybody else is by side me coz then they know what I listen. And I hate that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.&lt;/strong&gt; When my friends argue, I always make them up. I hate that, since on end I'm felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.&lt;/strong&gt; I like when everybody listens to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to have dark hair, blue eyes, white skin (Like Vivien Leigh) and to be witch. Thought I already have blue eyes, what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.&lt;/strong&gt; I just wrote 50 things about me, what make me write 50 more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.&lt;/strong&gt; I always wanted to meet someone like Beth from &lt;em&gt;Little Women&lt;/em&gt;: Shy, understanding, dreamy. But I think I did now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53.&lt;/strong&gt; I love black chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54.&lt;/strong&gt; I love autumn/fall coz then is my b-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55.&lt;/strong&gt; I dream to met guy like Laurie from &lt;em&gt;little women&lt;/em&gt; who look like Cole/Julian McMahon and marry him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56.&lt;/strong&gt; I think that Winnie the Pooh is cutes bear on world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to have 4 children. Or 3 girls and 1 boy like in &lt;em&gt;Saffy's Angel&lt;/em&gt; or 4 girls like in &lt;em&gt;Little Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.&lt;/strong&gt; My biggest wish is to read other people minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was little I had imaginary friend what I don't remember, but my mum told me so. She thinks her name was Anna or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60.&lt;/strong&gt; When I played with my friends I wanted always to be girl since I favorites girls over boys. Sorry to guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be middle sister, between two sisters. Like Piper in &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62&lt;/strong&gt;. I still sleep with many teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63.&lt;/strong&gt; I was only once called on dance by boy, but that was to guy use me that his crush be jealous on him. My other friends fall on that also. From that day we swear that we'll get revenge to those guys what used us. We still didn't think enough bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.&lt;/strong&gt; I only once had boyfriend and his name was Micha and we both had 3 years :) Although I hear that when someone ask him does he have girlfriend he say that I'm his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65.&lt;/strong&gt; When I moved from my grandmother's Micha and I stop seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.&lt;/strong&gt; I have friend named Zorana at Grandmaâ€™s. I was so jealous on her when I heard that Micha every day get her bag to her home after school. Now I wanna kill Zorana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.&lt;/strong&gt; I just realized that I still have crush on Micha and I wanna se Micha again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll stop talking about Micha now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69.&lt;/strong&gt; I like playing games on &lt;em&gt;MyScene.com&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Barbie.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70.&lt;/strong&gt; Funniest book I ever read is&lt;em&gt; Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to learn to ice Skeat and ride bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72.&lt;/strong&gt; I have trouble with pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73.&lt;/strong&gt; When I have beautiful time with my parents I start to cry coz I don't want to louse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like when mum and dad talk about past, about they personality, about future and about *sigh* death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75.&lt;/strong&gt; When I talk about some illness or when somebody other talks, I start to feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76.&lt;/strong&gt; I would like to met Alyssa Milano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77.&lt;/strong&gt; I like going in &lt;em&gt;McDonald&lt;/em&gt; with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78.&lt;/strong&gt; My best &lt;em&gt;HP &lt;/em&gt;book is 5th, &lt;em&gt;OoP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to became dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes I image me like great writer or super star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to write! And I love to read! That's only thing what keep me wake on classes of Serbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82.&lt;/strong&gt; I learning Russian 3 years and I don't know a word. I would like to learn Italian thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to image that I'm Catherine Vivien Halliwell Sandor, Cathy, super witch with powers and dark hair, blue eyes, white skin, that my grandmother is the one from Charmed, who borned my mother, sister to mother from Charmed, that I have older sister Caddmium, younger sister Rose, younger brother Indigo, that I'm going to Hogwarts, that I'm best friend with Harry, Ron and Hermione and that I help Harry to fight Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84.&lt;/strong&gt; I never told anyone about this above ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85.&lt;/strong&gt; I have news, newspaper and politic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86.&lt;/strong&gt; When I'm stressed I listen to my favorite singer Djordje (George) Balasevic, who is from Serbia, so probably you haven't heard for him. I grow up with his music, and I always feel wonderful when I listen to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87.&lt;/strong&gt; When I go to school I sometimes watch &lt;em&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tweenies&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;em&gt;BBC Prime&lt;/em&gt;. My favorite Tubby is LaaLaa and Tweeie is Fizz (Or Fis?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate math and grammar and I'm bad at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was around 8 I wrote poems. Now, I changed writing poems to drawing, in what I was always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90.&lt;/strong&gt; I like &lt;em&gt;Digimons &lt;/em&gt;much more then &lt;em&gt;Pokemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91.&lt;/strong&gt; I like Amy March, Scarlett O'Hara and Catherine Ernshaw Linton, all three extremely spoilt characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92.&lt;/strong&gt; My friends and me in&lt;em&gt; BFC&lt;/em&gt; imaged that we are witches. I was witch of Earth with (what-a-surprise) name Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93.&lt;/strong&gt; Most boring book I ever read is &lt;em&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/em&gt;. I was reading it 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94.&lt;/strong&gt; Although I like reading gossips, I think that superstars are also people and that they can do everything what normal people do. If I go out with messy hair and pimple, only few people will talk and if... I dunno... Hilary Duff got out with messy hair and pimple, all world would talk. Oh, and I dunno why people hate Hilary Duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95.&lt;/strong&gt; I like puzzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was little I was watching Spanish show about 3 sisters, and I played with my friends those sisters. I wanted to be youngest who was blind. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97.&lt;/strong&gt; I always get nerviest when I have test in school or when some teacher need to ask me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98.&lt;/strong&gt; This year (6th grade) I didn't have 5, 00 grade on end of year for the fist time in my life. Now, when I get my grade-book, I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99.&lt;/strong&gt; My bro and I have 45 posters in our room, from what 29 are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100.&lt;/strong&gt; My e-mail is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:anjamon@mail.ru"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anjamon@mail.ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nancy@mugglepost.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nancy@mugglepost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:AmyMarch@mugglepost.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AmyMarch@mugglepost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:anjamon2@hotmail.ru"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anjamon2@hotmail.ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (and this last, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:anjamon2@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anjamon2@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; is also my MSN messenger) and if you have ANYTHING what would you like to ask me, fell free to e-mail me. I would also like to chat with more people on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed be!&lt;br /&gt;Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. I'm totally weird... I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112482989008434169?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112482989008434169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112482989008434169&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112482989008434169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112482989008434169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/08/100-things-about-anya.html' title='100 things about Anya!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112478792309960549</id><published>2005-08-23T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:05:38.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield, Ariel and Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; school soon. He's first grade. So he need beg, pencill cases, pencills, note books, books.... I need it also, but since he's first grade, noboby see me anymore. Yes, I'm jealous, but my parents &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;see me sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, after 100 shops, Andrew &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;chouse bag, pencill case and note book. And there's Garfield on all of them. Same picture of Garfild. He just need Garfield underwear, and all will be complete. Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And for the time Andrew choused bag (Will he take Angry Winnie the Pooh or Garfield and will he take big pancill case or little) I was begging mum and dad to buy me notebooks with Little Mermaid, Ariel. But I really adore Little Mermaid! It's my favorite Disney cartoon since I was 3! And Ariel is my favorite charachter! I always found her interesting! So, after 15 minutes, I finally got it! I got notenbooks!! They are big one with squairs and other on lines (on that Ariel is in sea). The'll be me for physyc and Serbian. To set up my moral...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm childish! I'm raelly childish! After all, what would you excep from girl who's idol is Little Mermaid, Ariel? But, not just that. I like Barbie. And I still have collection of Barbie dolls. It's not that I play with them, but Barbie dolls never actully was for some special playing. It was more just to have them, to go to kindergarden with new Barbie doll, to show it to friends and tell that's the best Brabie that exist. And to louse her dresses and give perls to friends, after what there's no use of original, &lt;em&gt;Mattel&lt;/em&gt; Brbie doll, from 50 Euros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, when it was New Year, I wanted to get &lt;em&gt;Barbie doll&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;This New Year&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;2005.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wen I'm around 13.&lt;/em&gt; And I wanted Princess Annelise or Erica from film and collection &lt;em&gt;'Princess and the Pauper'&lt;/em&gt;. But there wasn't they dolls here. So it stayed that dad's friend bring it from Germany. But my dad never actully find time to prin about doll, and send it to his friend. Great dad! So, as time passed, Annelise and Erica wasn't popular, and I wasn't so crazy about them anymore. And there was still 50 Euros from my New Year gift, what I never got. And I didn't wanted Brabie anymore, but there's nothing else what I would specially want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I finally find what I want, and it have some conection with '&lt;em&gt;Princess&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and the Pauper&lt;/em&gt;'. It's musical CDs from Barbie and Disney. 4 CD, what I want to order from Amazon: &lt;em&gt;Disneymania 3&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Disney Princess Collection&lt;/em&gt; (With songs &lt;em&gt;Part of your World&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Colors of the Wind&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Reflection&lt;/em&gt;, my fave), &lt;em&gt;Princess Diaries 2&lt;/em&gt; (Don't remeber name) and &lt;em&gt;Barbie Sings!: The Princess Movie Song Collection . &lt;/em&gt;Only mum have to make dad to order it, and everything is OK! I have money and everything! I just hope that I can order from here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also, I'm reading new book, &lt;em&gt;Sabriel&lt;/em&gt; from Garth Nix. I'm killing time before &lt;em&gt;Permanent Rose&lt;/em&gt; comes out. It's good. I thought to take &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt; (Charlotte Bronte) from library after I finisth &lt;em&gt;Sabriel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed Be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112478792309960549?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112478792309960549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112478792309960549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112478792309960549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112478792309960549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/08/garfield-ariel-and-barbie.html' title='Garfield, Ariel and Barbie'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112427524968696588</id><published>2005-08-17T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:59:44.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/Well,.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/Well%2C.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happen those days.... Beside there's ONLY 2 week until school.... Dear God, I'll die!!! I can't back to that madhouse!! No chance!! I mean, only two weeks and I need to watch again mole, witch, corpus... And need to study again Physics, Math, Russian... And worst thing is that Andrew is starting school too! So, I'll have to watch him every single day coz he's most spoilt child in whole universe! I mean honestly! He is my brother, but he's soooooo spoilt and hysteric! He most remind me on Linton from &lt;em&gt;Withering Heights&lt;/em&gt;! That's why I started calling him 'Linton'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's 1 and only 1 good thing in all school thing: I'll make PJ party!! Yey! I'm gonna call Mila, Tina and Kati, and I'm gonna get answer out of room, to sleep with mother! Haha! Am I evil or what?&lt;br /&gt;So, that's gonna be our night! Night for &lt;em&gt;Best Friends Club&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;BFC,&lt;/em&gt; how we called it. It was first (before 2 years) &lt;em&gt;AMT&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;Anya, Mila &amp; Tina&lt;/em&gt;, but we put Kati in, so we changed name into &lt;em&gt;BFC&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Alexandra (Alex) made little b-day party. We went with her to McDonald. She called just Mila, Tina, one Tamara from her class, and me. She wanted to call Kati and one Milena from her class, but Kati is on vacation and she couldn't find Milena. Bad thing is that it was rainy day, just like yesterday and today. So need to stay at home, getting out just to get Andrew's friend Danilo here and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find way to kill time: I found Hollywood records site, where are some teen singers like sisters Aly and A.J. (Alyson, 16, and Amanda Joy, 14) and Hilary Duff. And I got SO addict on them! I just listen they songs over and over again! I love Aly's &amp;amp;AJ's songs &lt;em&gt;No one&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rush&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Walking on sunshine&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Do you belive in magic?&lt;/em&gt; and Hilary's &lt;em&gt;So yesterday&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Our lips are sealed&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Wake Up&lt;/em&gt;. Since I like to draw clothes, I draw something like copy of Hilary's clothes in video &lt;em&gt;Wake Up &lt;/em&gt;,when she putt that wig with short dark hair. And my verse of Hilary have short jeans, skirt, one blouse and T-shirt on in, with many jeweler and brushy, dark hair. I like it. It's really for teens. My mum say it looks sweet. I hope that I'll learn who to putt my drawings in computer so I could show you one day. One beautiful, beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing: Mum and dad wanna finally to go on honeymoon, on which they should go before 13 years, but mum got pregnat, so she needed to stay at home. They was looking something like Paris or Rome, and when I made my angry-sad face, mum said that there's time for me to go somewhere like that. If you're wondering why I made such face when mum aid Paris,it's coz my life-wish is to go to Paris and live in Rome. If I ever find time to learn Italian that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed Be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112427524968696588?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112427524968696588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112427524968696588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112427524968696588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112427524968696588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/08/wake-up.html' title='&lt;I&gt;Wake Up&lt;/I&gt;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112386227153661947</id><published>2005-08-12T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:07:06.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuthering-o-mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/I"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/I%27m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;really, really sorry coz I didn't upade or review my blog and other, but I have two reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; I was bussy. Every day was same, but full: I get up in noon, play Sims 2, watch 'Charmed' in 4pm and then go out with Mila to 11pm. All was same except one day when I woke up at 9am and watched film '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="set_args('tt0104181',2,1)" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104181/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;' until 12 o'clock when I made puzzle with Andrew coz he was making histerical scene! Then I watched 'Charmed' (ahhhh! My dear Coly!) and got out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;I'm lazy.... Super lazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope you understand... hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, nothing much happen. Excep thing that Mila and I (who had been b-friends from our 3rd year) had become even closer. I had told her all my sicrects, like that I imagen that I'm witch, amny things from my familly, why do I hate (I don't really HATE him but now...) Andrew... And she told me about her... Then we had walked to McDonald and beck and talked, talked, talked... It's really great to have Mila as friend! It reallyn is! When I should make essey about 10 women who I most adore, she would most definetlly be on list! Along with Vivien Leigh (oh, waht a suprise :)), Catherine Ernshaw Linton (she's imaged, from 'wuthering heights' but now...), Holly Marie Combs (She's beautiful, she's great mother, she act well, and she's best piper they could find!) and my mum (do I need to excplame this???). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So.... dunno what to sya more...I'm now reading book called 'The Magician's Nephew'... Great book I must say... To Andrew I'm reading 'Saffy's Angel' (the little brat &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don't know to read. honestly what's he gonna do in school???) and we're both rolling on floor from laugh! He most like Indigo (coz he's boy) and I can't chouse betwin Saffron and Rose... Rose is funner and everything, but Saffron have her own virtues... I mean, that's like asking do I like more Catherine Ernshaw Linton or Scarlett O'Hara! Or, do I like more Hay Lin or Irma from my magazine W.I.T.C.H.... or... or... I dunno... It's hard to chouse... And I have my own 'colection' of favorite charachters: Amy (Little women) Lune Lovegood (HP), Phoebe (Charmed), Scarlett (Gone with the wind), Catherine (Wuthering Heights), Mimi (Digimon), Saffy and Rose (Saffy's Angel, Indigo's star), Irma and Hay Lin (WITCH)... And many, many more... I can't even rimember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, my, I guess I totally board you, didn't I? Especily with 'Wuthering Heights'... Sorry! I'm just obssest with Emily Bronte and her book! Just like I used to be with HP when I read HBP... Or with Little women not so long ago... I'm just like that... obssesed with everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Beutiful Lady on picture in my profile is definetly on me, it's Vivien Leigh. Just saying that not to be confusion. Althought I would'n mind that I look like Vivoen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112386227153661947?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112386227153661947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112386227153661947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112386227153661947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112386227153661947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/08/wuthering-o-mania.html' title='Wuthering-o-mania'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112284004897258952</id><published>2005-07-31T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:00:48.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*blah*</title><content type='html'>Ok, those two days were soooooo boring... Nothing happend... Except I read HBP (Half-Blood Prince, I mean on HP book).... Mila's at grandma's... Tina on vacation.... Kati in front of ther comp.... Tooooooo boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with luv,&lt;br /&gt;anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112284004897258952?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112284004897258952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112284004897258952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112284004897258952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112284004897258952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/07/blah.html' title='*blah*'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112264254521025567</id><published>2005-07-29T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:09:05.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beeeeeeeck!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lla my friends! How are everybody?? So, I was 21 day in Limenaria, Thassos, Greece + 2 days trip. Limenaria is samll place by side Potos. It have nice beach, and it's really beautifule, but, don't get me wrong, is's kind of boring there. I mean, place without Disco. And at noon, all shops are closed and palce is death! Totally! And our 'morning' was from 12 o'clock (when I woke up), from 13 o'clock we are on beach and there we stay to 18 o'clock when we get beck and have few hours of peace and quit (if we don't count my brother, Andrew) and then we tide our selfs and go to dinner. Where are we going to dinner isn't big deal since there are always just about 10 kinds of meat at every place same, so I usualy ate Suvlaky or Lamb. We got rent-a-car on 3 days, so we went to some monastry, beach Aliky, Potos... And only  *chought* "suvenir" I got is Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. The thing is that I read all books I got to vacation (Angus,Thongs,and Full-Frontal Snogging, It's OK ,I wear really big knickers, Princess Diaries, Adriane Mole,  Wuthering Heights) and I wanted HP, since it won't come out until October here in Serbia. So, I got the book, but I didn't got anything else except it! Reall stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But, anyway, all books are super-fantastic! 'Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging' is funnyest book I ever read!!! I really think that every girl should read it! It's super-funny! 'It's OK, I wear really big knickrs' is 2nd path of it, and it's as funny as first part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Princess Diaries 1' and 'Adriane Mole 4' are also great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Wuthering Heights' is romantic tragedy, just the book for me! Most romantic book I ever read! For those who like that kind of books, I srongly recomend. The book is about two people, Catherine and Heathcliff, without happy end. One warning is chapter when Catherine dies, coz I cried then so, so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And ofcores, HP, is great as always! Go JKR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now, after Charmed, I'm wonna to go out with Mila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With luv,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112264254521025567?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112264254521025567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112264254521025567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112264254521025567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112264254521025567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-beeeeeeeck.html' title='I&apos;m beeeeeeeck!!!!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112125862116568022</id><published>2005-07-13T17:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:43:41.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey!! Anya here! I'm now on Thassos, in Greece... Well, anyway, my friend will be here tomorrow... and detales what I'm beck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112125862116568022?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112125862116568022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112125862116568022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112125862116568022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112125862116568022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-all.html' title='Hey all!!!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112038806612478924</id><published>2005-07-03T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:54:26.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea!!! Buy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on sea! Buy everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112038806612478924?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112038806612478924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112038806612478924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112038806612478924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112038806612478924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/07/sea-buy.html' title='Sea!!! Buy!!!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112016539322653665</id><published>2005-06-30T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:09:11.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Messige in phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;esterday, when I was waiting to go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hair dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my friend Senka (shedow in Serbian) called. She was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all feaked out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, what's for Senka unusual: She's all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny, frendly anf hipper-active&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She started "Anya, rimember that guy what asked us for mob phone few days ago?". I rimember him well. Senka, Mila and I got out, and Senka took my phone to get some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to her's. Then one younger men came to us and asked us &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Girls, can you give me phone just to call someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'll not take you credit."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Senka anserw 'no, I don't have any credit' and so did I. I didn't want to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;give my phone to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I could finist like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Red Ridding Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. OK, I wouldn't finst in him &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stomack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but what do you know? Anything is posible this days! (BTW, Mila didn't took her phone with her self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And, so he startted to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beg us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when he finnaly got out that he won't get phone, he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you have credit and that you don't want me to give phone! But you don't need to lie, you could just tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't want to give you phone" and that's it! Lieing isn't nice, you know!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And turn around and went. We could see his big tatto on bottom on legs saying&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Red boy's".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, beck to the present, I said&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Yes Senka. What is it dear? Ypu sound totally freaked out!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and she was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well, that guy just chased me! I'm not at Milena's place! I called mum and she'll call police."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I didn't knew waht to say. I couldn't belive. I mean, I know he wanted to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; steal our mob phones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but why did he chased her? She didn't knew. She I finist taht converstation with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I hope you'll be Ok!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and sent messige righ away to Mila. At last I thought I sent it to Mila. I actuly sent it to mum! But I didn't know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, we went to hair dresser. When we were vating. Mum called me (mum still didn't came) to ask her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's that messige about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But I didn't heared her. Then she called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but of cores she didn't knew anything, so I need to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;explame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; her. It was hard to excplame it all to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandmother...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And when mum came I need to explame it to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, then my hair drsser came. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And few hours later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blond streaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Ta-da!!! So, now I have blond streaks! It look so... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I simple love it!! And it's not too blond.. It's more like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my hair is blond from sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's really great! I can't even think waht will be what my hair &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really get blond from sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totally blond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Haha! Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, anyway, when mum got her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;threat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;too, we went into town to buy some things and pick up dad from work. I bought new &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slipper and swimming costime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Slippers are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and costinme &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, that night didn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Today I watched&lt;em&gt; Charmed&lt;/em&gt;. But it was episode when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;genii comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grand three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whishes to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charmed Ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But there were bed things in whishes. So, when Prue &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wished that everything with BOYS be like on bigging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, genii beck her as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teen-age-bart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, since Mila, Tina, Kati and I 'play' Charmed (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mila is Prue, Tina is Piper, Kati is Page and I'm Phoebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), I send messige to 'Mila' by phone sying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You brat!!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I AGAIN sent it to mum... So mum anserw me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'What? You little mess up dear."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I turned totally red! And so when Charmed finist, I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; called mum to see is she mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She wasn't, on my luck. It was all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to her. I must putt Mila on some other posoision in my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With luv, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112016539322653665?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112016539322653665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112016539322653665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112016539322653665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112016539322653665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/messige-in-phone.html' title='Messige in &lt;b&gt;phone&lt;/b&gt;!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112013549644544026</id><published>2005-06-30T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:05:02.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry POTter! Get it? POT-ter! Pot- Jar, Kettle, Container...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/1600/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3231/1067/320/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;s every day when Iâ€™m on holiday, I woke up pretty last this day. Since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't give Andrew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(my brother, Andrej)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last nigh, I promise him that he'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have computer until 12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when he'll give me. I got up, and he was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alredy on computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wnt to living room, where was mum &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;panicly calling taxi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in her red dress. Grandma alredy came. Dad wasn't there. I just 'fell' on bed, not seeing anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After mum went to work, granma, as always, asked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what will we have for breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Out fridge was emty, there was just 2 egs, from Andrew. I told that I'll go and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;buy my self somthing in baker's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I go to buy mum something. After all, I wasn't really hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, around 11am, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dress up and went out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I needed to buy socks (yes, socks), something from mum and my breakfast. I started from C Market, which was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;half emty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There wasn't thing what mum wanted. So, I continued. I went to litte bazaar. There I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bough three pair of socks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On way to another shop, I stop to buy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two magazines: OK! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRAVO girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That wasn't really on my list, but anywahy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then I bought some rolle for breakfast, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again search from that for mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but nothing. Then I bought something, else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiliar to that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, when I beck, that was 11:30 I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read magaznes a little&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then Andrew give me computer. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;web was broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made those letters (you can see A on bigging)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Andrew helped me with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coulrs and shapes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, and last night I had good time too. I and Andrew laugh so hard thet we almost &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fell from chairs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was that Andrew asked my to logg him in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; LEGO club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Lego.com. He wanted &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nickname 'HarryPotter'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , so I tried. Then, the messige showed and it said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't have 'pot' it your username&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;first thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was "I can't have &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; in my username?". But after trying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few more nicknames&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lik "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry_James"Potter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (James is Harry's middle name) or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HarryJPotter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, when I got same mesige, I rimemberd that 'Pot' is thing: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kettle, container, jar, keg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I started to laugh so hard, and Andrew was like "What's now"? "It's in pot!" I told him and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;expleme him waht does POT means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on English. He laugh too! I mean, you can't have POT in username? What's THAT rule? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then we find out alnoter thing: Harry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ter! It's like Harry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ter, or Harry &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KETTLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ter, Harry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONTAINER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ter! We laugh all the time. Then we went to bed. When Andrew start to sleep, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whisper him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Harry &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ter. He woke up with laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That wasn't just funny &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He woke me up with Harry &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ter, and he repite all day Harry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ter! And everytime we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With luv,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112013549644544026?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112013549644544026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112013549644544026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112013549644544026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112013549644544026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/harry-potter-get-it-pot-ter-pot-jar.html' title='Harry POTter! Get it? POT-ter! Pot- Jar, Kettle, Container...'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112004955599768965</id><published>2005-06-29T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:04:18.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anya here!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is still my blog, I just played little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; So, now I played more!Do you like it?  Kate, I hope you like picture I put for your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112004955599768965?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112004955599768965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112004955599768965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112004955599768965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112004955599768965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/anya-here.html' title='Anya here!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-112003622877207544</id><published>2005-06-29T11:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:48:12.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too small brother or too worry sister????</title><content type='html'>Dunno if I said to you but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;school is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to sea in sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Wahoo! And best thing is that I'm going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 days Mila will come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! We alredy made a plan that we'll drown her o;der sister and my little brother. If there be internet caffe I MIGH find way to, when I anserw e-mail in internet cafe, upade little to blog, just to know that I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're going in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tasos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I hope we'll have good time. I alredy bought things I need, just one swimm-suit, and one more pair of slippers. I still dunno how will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pack in two begs, but I guess my mum become magician. I mean, last year, we were going 20 days wil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;begs! And this year, puff, two beg! Yea, right. My mum definetly watched 'Charmed' to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we are at 'Charmed', I won't be here to watch it when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cole comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Cole! He's soooo cute, and soooo evil, and soooo adorable! So, now I want to make mum to that grandma film that and three more episodes of Charmed. But she say that if they film Charmed to me, my brother will ask to film his stupid Pokemons! That&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;true, but I want &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four episodes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he wants &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifteen episodes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Is that normal? &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so when I beck from sea I need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch some films&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Sense and Sensibility, Gone with the Wind, Little women, Series of Unfortenate evens...) and on sea I'll read books Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging, other book from that complet, Adriane Mole 4 and Princess Diaries 1. I migh also read 'SuperFudge'. That was originaly my brother's book, but reading it one day, I find out that there are some things like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa doesn't exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you make babyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and like that, and he belive and Santa and explain now to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; how are babyes made, I think he's too small for it. So, now I told him that's book for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those who goes in school, in higher grades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll read it when he know to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It might be my mistake, but I think he's really too young for all baby-thing or to stop beliving in Santa. I know who I feel when mum told me in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th grade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that there's no Santa. I was cring so much, and mum was cring and brother was cring coz he didn't know why are we cring and only dad didn't cry, cut I never saw dad cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope I'll have time to upade on sea or before sea! And for that time,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adios amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-112003622877207544?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/112003622877207544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=112003622877207544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112003622877207544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/112003622877207544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-small-brother-or-too-worry-sister.html' title='Too small brother or too worry sister????'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111943513903931667</id><published>2005-06-22T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:24:27.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I just read one story on one of my favorite sites, &lt;a href="http://www.hpana.com"&gt;www.hpana.com&lt;/a&gt; . Site is about Harry Potter, and I full of forums. I was member there, but I broke some rules, so now I'll have to log again in October, on my b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, story is about girl, Katie O'Brien, who lost her battle with leukemia in thirteenth year of her life. It was earlier this year. Thing why is that posted on HPANA is that that she had fan fic based on Harry Potter books. She posted it on one of HP fan fic saites. Katie wrote her story more then two years, with help of her father Dave. Her dreams was to become writer and writing her fan fic helped her in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When FictionAlley's staff learned that Katie had passed, they realised that the best way that the site could honour her memory would be to provide other writers, as well as artists and those who give back to the community, with help in making their dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the permission of Katie's family, FictionAlley has established a scholarship fund in Katie's name. Over one thousand dollars have already been raised from the sale of With the permission of Katie's family, FictionAlley has established a scholarship fund in Katie's name. Over one thousand dollars have already been raised from the sale of &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/wristbands.html" target="_blank"&gt;wristbands&lt;/a&gt;, and from donations from FictionAlley members and their parents, but the site needs to raise nearly five thousand dollars to fund the three scholarships for three years. FictionAlley is confident that they will reach their goal, and so, beginning in 2006, they plan to award one for writing, one for art, and one for community service; each recipient will receive $500 (US) from FictionAlley to use towards his or her education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to help Katie's family making Katie's dreams come true you can buy &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/wristbands.html" target="_blank"&gt;wristbands&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortanatly, here where I live (Somewhere over the raindbow, but over the black raindbow, not raindbow you know for) I don't think I can buy it, but I would be more then happy helping her family and making story of Katie even more popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna to read Katie's story her is link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="i" href="http://www.schnoogle.com/authorLinks/Dave_OBrien/" target="_blank"&gt;Anna Grayson &amp;amp; the Order of Merlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to read it this days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I dunno why am I posting this. I was just vary tuched with this story, so I wonted to share it with world. It's really sad how many young people dai this days. I just rimembered that last year when I was at hospital, medicine sister said that there were some kids with leukemia up stairs. I didn't ever think about that, until now. Now it all aund so horible to me and I wish now taht I didn't yell so much or made party at 3am... Don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. If you want to read full story go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Read 547 times, 61 comments" style="FONT: bold 12pt sans-serif" href="http://www.hpana.com/news.18631.html"&gt;Potterites 'band' together for fallen fan, create scholarship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111943513903931667?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111943513903931667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111943513903931667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111943513903931667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111943513903931667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111891931771306314</id><published>2005-06-16T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:26:45.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock me, Babe!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I had so much fun last night! Our school been in disco! It was sooooooooo cool! I start to get redy at half past 5, coz I need tpo go to beautie salon. They make me up sooooo nice!!! And my hair was perfict!! I loved it! I wear short skirt and white blouse. I got my sabot-shoes and mum's little brown beg. I must say that I looked vary beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we starts to dance. There were Ok songs: Some that I don't like, but rest is vary well. They played Euro Vision. Unfortanatly, they didn't played Spain's song, but we listened 'My number one' for 4 times!! That's greait song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced, but then they started to play those slow songs, and everybody danced tougether. Tina, Alex, Mila and I got out, since we knew that nobody won't ask us to dance. Sofija found one boy from other school, and he was asked her about Tina. Soooo.... That mean that he's in love. But Tina, silly as she is, didn't wanna ask him on dance, even thought that he run after her all night. Then she wanted to dance with him, ut she couln't find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For taht time, I found only theme with what I can talk with Alex: My ex love, and her now-love, Dika. He played all night with Kaja, Ivana, Other Tijana.... All those popular-girls who are always on top and getting best boys. Thing is, that he's still sweet to me, and so is for Alex. But you suld see him how he looked Alex: SO evil!!! That's all coz he knows that she love him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Alex and I know what happen last time when we palyed with boys. That was on school vacation when he and other boys like Marko, Ognjen and more ask us to dance only to make Ivana, Zorana, Neda and Brankica (in future called hens) jealous. So they dance with us one day, and leve us next. Totally wird! So, we didn't wanna to fell like fools again, but we wanted him to aks us to dance to badly!!! Unfortanatly, he didn't even saw us when we danced. I don't know did he done that knowingly or coz he's big, fet dummy! We don't know what we see in him except him baby face and blue eyes... But we MUST forget him! No way I'm ganna cry coz that pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then Alex and I beck in disco. School of boy who was in live in Tina was leaving, so Tina dicaded to ask him for dance. Unfortanatly, she asked wrong boy. Poor her! She was soooo sad! I was really sad! But, then 'My number one' Started again, so we got our happy faces again and danced. I tryed to get Dika's atencon, but her, of cores, didn't even saw me. He is definetly Dummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, night was perfict and we had great time there! I hope we'll go there soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111891931771306314?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111891931771306314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111891931771306314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111891931771306314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111891931771306314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-me-babe.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Rock me, Babe!&lt;/I&gt;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111869470382825432</id><published>2005-06-14T07:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:31:43.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx bittersweet mimz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=25364" style="color:#fff;" title="Total randomness"&gt;Total randomness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=Plucko" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;Plucko&lt;/a&gt; and taken 11 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hi there!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What's your name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Anja!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Really? Cool name!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Katherine is better!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Mixed!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;When were you born?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;1st October!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;That makes you...?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Charming Libra!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;What a question! 1000 TIMES!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Really? Interesting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I guess so...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Nope....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What's your favourite country?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Let's see.... Itali.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been there?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I witsh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Oh.. fun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;What's fun in that?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like anime and that kind of stuff?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yup!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Why? *points to answer given to the question above*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Coz it's funny and always make me smile!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like this survey?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Monkey/brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Or any imaginary pets?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Don't think so&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are their names?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Andrej&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like peanut butter?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;So and so&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;See! I told you this was going to be a total random survey!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;It could be randomer...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;You didn't believe me, did you!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I belive you too much I guess...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ok I will continue asking you questions now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are your hobbies?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Chating on internet, reading books, listening to music, studing astrology...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a site? If yes, what's the URL?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Nope Sorry!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Ha! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How was that?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;In my dreams, good. In real it never happend!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your favourite songs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Angel, brujerĂ­a... Many many others...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cool I like them too! Do you like Hilary Duff?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Her song 'Why not?' is Ok, but...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a job or do you still go to school?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;School.... *sigh*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Any siblings? Or imaginary siblings?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Monkey Andrej&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are their names?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I told you 2 times: Andrej!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been to The Netherlands?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Did you know that I live there?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Really? Cool!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;We don't wear clogs.. well..some people perhaps..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ooo we're almost finished!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Ok...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What have you been up to lately?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Guess - Am I a boy or a girl?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What will be your last words before you die?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;'I'm hungry!' :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How old are your parents?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;30-40&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you still like this survey?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever slept with stuffed animals?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I still do!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you addicted to Disney movies? Or were you when you were little?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yep! Little mermaid rule!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Your favourite Search Engine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;This is the end.. Bye.. this message will self-destruct in 3, 2, 1 seconds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I'm humgry!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111869470382825432?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111869470382825432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111869470382825432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111869470382825432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111869470382825432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/thanx-bittersweet-mimz.html' title='Thanx bittersweet mimz!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111869373607903722</id><published>2005-06-14T07:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:15:36.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Don't worry! Be happy!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mode:&lt;/strong&gt; One word: Mix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I went to school today, and I had really *cought* interesting *cought* day. First on PE, I done it vary well, but after that I couldn't breathe, so I went home. There I was on all Russan class. After it, there was Math and written test. I was sooooo nervous! Mum told me to sigh deeply and that it's better to get 4 from math than crush of nervs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school, friends told me that I got 5 from Russan. Well, at last anything. I done 4 from 5 problems. I couldn't done 5th, no matter how much I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then was Physic. I got 4 from test, but I asked professor to reform mark, so I got 5 on end of year. Best girl in class, Kaja, got 2, so I was vary happy with my mark and vary sad coz her mark. I knew that her mother will kill her. And it was even more harder to me to say her that she got 2. Oh my gosh, I don't know how I did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But beck on school. Since next class was Serbian, I tried to get 5 on end, but mole didn't give it to me. So I done test on our 7th class. I didn't solv 2 problems, coz I didn't have time. But I really don't care even if I get 4 on end of year. Mum told me that she won't tell on my wedding day that I got 4 from Serbian and Math on end of 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Tina and I was there all day, listening Euro Vision, coping it, watching Garfield and Tiding her room. I had great time there! On wednestday I'll go to disco with school. I hope I'll have good time there! Yey! Soon is end!!! WAHOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I dicided 'Not to worry and be happy'! No schhol all summer, just 4 more day! I don't care for math, music OR serbian! Let life go it's way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kate, sorry coz I haven't review your blog! I'll see it tomorrow dear! I didn't had time this days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111869373607903722?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111869373607903722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111869373607903722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111869373607903722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111869373607903722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='&apos;Don&apos;t worry! Be happy!&apos;'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111840323756723396</id><published>2005-06-10T22:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:28:14.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mode:&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't get out of bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beck from school. I might got 5 from History, but my life is sill horrible. Music teacher give all calss 5, and only me and worst boy in my class 4. I found that on geography class, so I spent all class trying not to cry. Why am I always so difrent? Why it's always me? Why do we need that stupid music? Why did she give me 4 when she nearly know my name? Why?... Why?... Why?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I couldn't outstay of crying. Grams said "It's&lt;em&gt; only&lt;/em&gt; a music!". Yeh... It's always &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;... But it's not so much because music... Now it's quiestion "Why am I so difrent?".I like to be difrent. That difrents make my personal me. That difrent make this Anja inside me. Only,the geat Anja , girl from 6th grade, brown hair, blue eyes, with younger brother Andrej... Anja who loves books! Who loves romantic films. My own Anja! Anja whic I love and which I hate. Which make my life idnteresting and hard. Which make question "Why me?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called mum. I tryed to sound happy "Hi mum!" I smiled "I got 5 from History!". But mum is mum, so she asks me "And why are you sad then?" I tryed not to cry, but I couldn't. I expleme everything to her. She said "That's all because you're difrent. Because you're dimond in box of rocks." I spent 10 minutes talking with her. It really had efect on me. Like first, I stoped crying. And like sicond, I started to love that Anja in me who makes my life magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111840323756723396?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111840323756723396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111840323756723396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111840323756723396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111840323756723396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/magical-me.html' title='Magical me'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111771353540617518</id><published>2005-06-08T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:53:51.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems with friends, school and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mode: &lt;/strong&gt;Pretty happy *knock three time in wood not to make bed luck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Long time no writing, ah? Well, that's all coz school. The end is near, and I have to get better marks. Problem is that I got 2 from Math and 3 from Russian! So now I'll get 4 on end from Math if I don't get 5 on written test!! And I still need to gett better marks from Russian, Music, Serbian, Physic and PE. Pretty hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what with fiends? Well, by best friend Mila is going with gossiper Alexandra now! And Alexandra just talk about her crushs, her friends and charmed. I mean, I love 'Charmed' and I talk about them lot, but come on!! She is totally obsset with them! And what's SO nice about Chris? Cole is much more beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I must say that I'm sooooo jealous on Tina! How can SHE, who was always vary good on end of school year, pass 5,00!? I mean, HELLO! I'm not student of year, but I did't have 3 from Math on end of last school year! I got 5! Huph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But anyway, I'll pass exsellent! I'll have 4 from Music. Need to get better marks from Serbian, math, physic, russian nad history and all is done! I MIGHT have 5 from Russian, since teacher asks me something on last class from Russain, so she might giove me 5! Somehow, I know I'll have 5 from math and Serbian, and, if cores, History! So, all's up to music! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I also wanna clean my room so I can make party next friday for my friends: Tina (If I don't kill her!), Kati (if she stop to stare at my face and laugh about my pimples) and Mila (if she stop to study!)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I'll watch Charmed and study History.... Hope that everything will go Ok tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111771353540617518?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111771353540617518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111771353540617518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111771353540617518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111771353540617518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/06/problems-with-friends-school-and-more.html' title='Problems with friends, school and more'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111650512103428727</id><published>2005-05-19T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:18:41.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Excursion and witch-music teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm beck from school. Today I needed to respond music. Music teacher (in future named as 'Witch') give me 4 (here you can get marks from 1 to 5) and she didn't even let me to sing! At last Tijana (in future Tina) and Katarina (in future Kati) say so. I also got 5 from Serbian (Serbian is my native lauguange) for that dammed essey! Don't know how especialy cog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-My compression was totally stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We have a mole-teacher (from now,named just like mole)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-The theme was SOHO stupid (Best page of my diary! Yea, Right! Like I'm going to tell her my sicrects! She just can dream about that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I had 1000 mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;... And so list go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But anyway, I got 5. Don't know how, but I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, and yesterday on excursion was soooo cool! I could have more sweets in bus, it could be longer, we sould brought anti-mosquito creme and not take from others, it could be without climbing on 3km hill and then after 5 min take down (thing is that Tina and I was, as always last, and so we must got down alone and we was sooooo scared!!! Especaily when I looked down! I started to screm! Honesly! But then, we took CD player and sing &lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt; somngs, so it was good then!), but rest was OK! Oh, and if one boy from other class didn't faith our friend in head! Crazy, crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I'm going to get something to eat, I'll call Milica (My best friend, in future name Mila), watch &lt;em&gt;Charmed&lt;/em&gt;, learn history (yeh, right!), watch &lt;em&gt;the Nanny&lt;/em&gt;, Read &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111650512103428727?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111650512103428727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111650512103428727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111650512103428727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111650512103428727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/05/excursion-and-witch-music-teacher.html' title='Excursion and witch-music teacher'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111495773086337252</id><published>2005-05-01T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:28:50.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter time!</title><content type='html'>It is Easter around here! Egs, bunnys... Great! So, don't have anything new, if I have I'll write it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111495773086337252?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111495773086337252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111495773086337252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111495773086337252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111495773086337252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/05/easter-time_01.html' title='Easter time!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111479418429877947</id><published>2005-04-30T04:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:03:04.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anja's Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, hello to mine Blog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111479418429877947?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111479418429877947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111479418429877947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111479418429877947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111479418429877947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/04/anjas-blog.html' title='Anja&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12533131.post-111479662579458264</id><published>2005-04-29T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:43:45.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I am doing this righ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, I'm really hopeing that I am using this righ! I am totally new here, so can anybody say me how this thing works? What should I trupe here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can I just say this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi! I am Anja! I love to read (see list of books at mine profil), listen music (mine profil), watch films (mine profil), watch TV shows (Charmed, the Nanny, Totally spies), read magazines (W.I.T.C.H., Girl, Bravo Girl) and... and... Ugh! I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have named mine blog 'Little Women' coz the book of Luisa M. Alcott, Little women (Good Wives, Boys, Jo's boys). And since mine favorite March sister is Amy, I took name Any March. Understand? Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Buy for now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Best wishes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12533131-111479662579458264?l=amymarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/feeds/111479662579458264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12533131&amp;postID=111479662579458264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111479662579458264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12533131/posts/default/111479662579458264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymarch.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hope-i-am-doing-this-righ.html' title='I hope I am doing this righ...'/><author><name>Anjamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17102866887691328437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/Witch_Girl/adolescente1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
