<?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-7012597357289607905</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:29:38.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Starving To Death in a Land Of Plenty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3600155244934066160</id><published>2009-08-26T11:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:41:24.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Še manj kot en teden pa bo spet šola.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prehitr so minile tele počitnice čist preveč. Še pošteno naspat se nism mela časa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But looking on the bright side, oktobra bomo spet doma.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kar je blo je blo kul.&lt;br /&gt;na morju sicer nisem bla, kar spet ni taka škoda ker nisem ravno privrženec sonca, vročine itd.&lt;br /&gt;ko je enkrat +25°C se itak ne prikažem iz hiše.&lt;br /&gt;zvečer je šele fino.&lt;br /&gt;Ta vikend sem bla kr sama doma.&lt;br /&gt;Parteeey sure.&lt;br /&gt;h men so pršle Lea in Tinč.&lt;br /&gt;pol zvečer pa še kkšn. ;)&lt;br /&gt;nekaj smo uspele celo poslikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SpUBw56enSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nNkdjx3oTmI/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SpUBw56enSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nNkdjx3oTmI/s320/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374203670028000546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SpUBwH6GDhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BkCanv8-y34/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SpUBwH6GDhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BkCanv8-y34/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374203656604618258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;×××&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;the collision of your kiss that made it so hard. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.Hang in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-3600155244934066160?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/3600155244934066160/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/08/times-running-out.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3600155244934066160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3600155244934066160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/08/times-running-out.html' title='Time&apos;s running out.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SpUBw56enSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nNkdjx3oTmI/s72-c/DSC01313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-4437791661785912067</id><published>2009-08-02T09:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:06:19.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pa sej je kul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mislm, vročina je mal moteča glede na to da ne morem zaspat pa jest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drugač pa ja, prva polovica poletja se je super končala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prebrala sem celo twilight sago u angleščini.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, I freakin' loved it.&lt;br /&gt;že film sm gledala tokrat da ne morm več na obe roki preštet&lt;br /&gt;tko da so štiri knjige šle v 14 dneh.&lt;br /&gt;totall geek, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but who can blame me, i mean, DAMN edward's hot! :D&lt;br /&gt;in pol so opisane kšne take scene ko pač in pol oh my... no ja okej, i'll stop now. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drugo je papolno enga čilanja, u izi feštanja z frendi itd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i could live like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;švic je itak sekau. na hard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam okej ne bom o švicu ker...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kar se zgodi na švicu, ostane na švicu, right? :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pjanu pa rine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uglavnem ja upam da usi uživate poletje kukr se da.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sam še en mesec nam ga je ostalo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so why waste it.&lt;br /&gt;vidmo se pa v šoli.&lt;br /&gt;(and yeah, i hate to say that -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SnVH7TR7CtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNH8S325yZI/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SnVH7TR7CtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNH8S325yZI/s320/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365273615195114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hang in there party ppl. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-4437791661785912067?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4437791661785912067/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-hot-hot.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4437791661785912067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4437791661785912067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot hot hot'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SnVH7TR7CtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNH8S325yZI/s72-c/P1010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5900870615231763987</id><published>2009-06-05T23:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:17:29.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you tell him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In ja, to se je spet dokazalo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Danes pač ne poznamo več pravega prijateljstva. Zaupanja osebi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Komu sploh lahko še poveš kar ti leži na duši brez bojazni da bo za to zvedela širša okolica?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinavci kamorkol se obrnem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Izjeme seveda so. Njih se držim in jih ne bom spustila od sebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prijateljstvo brez neke zdrave mere spoštovanja sploh ni prijateljstvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se mogoč motm pa sm eno preobčutljivo bitje k mu pač ni vseeno če je v očeh osebe ki ga v kliče "frend" nula?&lt;br /&gt;In da ti za povrh to še dnevno meče pod nos ob vsaki stvari ki mu slučajno ni po godu.&lt;br /&gt; Če pa se spustiš na njegov nivo in poveš svoje mnenje, ga pa spet ne zna sprejet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What comes around, goes around my dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way, wrong way... Turn around or you'll go too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ne vem no... Dost mam tega.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SimYrT5GjMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-gEDBr5rvDg/s1600-h/Slika+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SimYrT5GjMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-gEDBr5rvDg/s320/Slika+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343970302693379266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5900870615231763987?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5900870615231763987/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-did-you-tell-him.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5900870615231763987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5900870615231763987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-did-you-tell-him.html' title='What did you tell him?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SimYrT5GjMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-gEDBr5rvDg/s72-c/Slika+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-4472272482972219104</id><published>2009-05-01T12:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:08:29.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kjub usemu sranju k se mi nardi je nakonc use skup lepo. Na nek način že.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zbudila sm se usa optimistična polna energije, pa čeprav smo ga učer mal preveč nagnil. (A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se zgodi. Ne spomnim se kje sm glas pustila.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T EVEN CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...čeprov se mi zdi da bi znalo bit kritično ko smo pel komad Nisem več s tabo od BFM. možno možno...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepo mi je pa čeprav za to ni nekih razlogov.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SfrW-bppNbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQ_aFVVA1Kc/s1600-h/bovec17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SfrW-bppNbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQ_aFVVA1Kc/s320/bovec17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330809477009061298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hang in there :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-4472272482972219104?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4472272482972219104/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetness.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4472272482972219104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4472272482972219104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetness.html' title='sweetness.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SfrW-bppNbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NQ_aFVVA1Kc/s72-c/bovec17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3685644771119576456</id><published>2009-04-15T16:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:23:43.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pogledam čez okno. še zmer pomlad. Ja pa kdaj bo poletje? Jst bi mela +25°C... Menjam za šolo. Šola saks. Ne da se mi ustajat ob 5ih. -.-' kera budala se je spomnla da se mora na centru pouk 1o čez 7 začet. Tega bi za en teden povabila h seb da bi vidu da ni zabavno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pr angleščini je zmeraj bol zabavno.  usakič z večjim užitkom ne delam nič, se obračam okol, klepetam in nasplošno živciram profesorico, ki ji gredo lasje pokonc samo da me zagleda. za povrh se pri glasnemu branju vse večkrat poslužujemo ruske angleščine. haw fan. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;najbol sem se nasmejala ko me je  kot vedno na začetku ure nadirala. Pogovor je šel nekako tako:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;prof: ... lahko bi se usaj normalno obnašala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jz: hey, nobody's perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;prof: seveda ne. samo nekateri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; usaj približa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; prfekciji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jz: profesorca, zvočnike ste na glavo obrnil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... tolk o perfekciji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet sixteen pto. :) hvala usem ki ste mi ta rojstni dan naredil še posebaj lepega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SeX1D9JV5rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u6BzMTwG7Fs/s1600-h/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SeX1D9JV5rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u6BzMTwG7Fs/s320/46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324931582737639090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tjaša in Klavdija.^^ i had so much fun. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-3685644771119576456?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/3685644771119576456/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-this.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3685644771119576456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3685644771119576456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-this.html' title='feeling this?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SeX1D9JV5rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u6BzMTwG7Fs/s72-c/46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5717896907828885706</id><published>2009-04-07T16:43:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:01:01.808+02:00</updated><title type='text'>you might wanna scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beden dan...&lt;br /&gt;pomlad pa to.&lt;br /&gt;alergija me bo uničla.&lt;br /&gt;nasplošno sem tečna takozelovelik da grem sama seb na živce.&lt;br /&gt;mravle so mi okupirale sobo.&lt;br /&gt;sončna očala sm zlomila.&lt;br /&gt;hočm poslušat en dobr komad pa nobenga ne najdem&lt;br /&gt;sami stokratpreposlušani.&lt;br /&gt;na tv-ju nč pametnga.&lt;br /&gt;računalnik je kreten&lt;br /&gt;kr neki počas dela.&lt;br /&gt;asmmuslučajnodovolila?&lt;br /&gt;pomladna utrujenost. naj mu bo.&lt;br /&gt;vn ne grem k pol ponoč ne morm dihat.&lt;br /&gt;mravla me gleda.&lt;br /&gt;slabo mi je od kosila.&lt;br /&gt;Karin se uči.&lt;br /&gt;men je pa dougčs.&lt;br /&gt;spet ta mravla. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;sm omenila da mi je doug čas?&lt;br /&gt;Ta post je kr neki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SdtpP3PhSYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RA7Yfpr38eo/s1600-h/DSC00895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SdtpP3PhSYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RA7Yfpr38eo/s320/DSC00895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963105916373378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SdtprF_OqvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pqDMTOoy8GU/s1600-h/DSC00911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SdtprF_OqvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pqDMTOoy8GU/s320/DSC00911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963573731044082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko mam preveč časa mi morjo ljudje pozirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hang in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5717896907828885706?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5717896907828885706/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-might-wanna-scream.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5717896907828885706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5717896907828885706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-might-wanna-scream.html' title='you might wanna scream.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SdtpP3PhSYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RA7Yfpr38eo/s72-c/DSC00895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-6341633097340178940</id><published>2009-04-05T19:04:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:27:54.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zadnji časi so taki... zanimivi... pisani ubistvu. Dnevi so precej razgibani. Stalno niham iz  hiperaktivnosti v totalen poden. Mogoč se sliš bedno samo za ljudi okoli mene zna bit to zlo naporno. Ne bom naštevala razlogov za takšno počutje kot to delam ponavadi. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dovolj o tem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Še vedno se od srca nasmejim ko na mojo play-listo pride omarjev komad Omar ti teslo ker me tako zelo spominja na projektni teden in ja; na Simona. Oziroma, wnb Simona. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;u tegi-ju so objavili dva moja shallow članka, ki sem ju morala napisat zaradi različnih izpadov med ekskurzijo na Dunaj. Upam da se ne bo ponavljalo ker je dovolj da ljudem z svojimi pisarijami težim že tukaj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dobila sem use podrobnosti letošnjega &lt;a href="http://www.svic.si/"&gt;ŠVIC&lt;/a&gt;-a in prišla do odločitve da bomo tudi letos zašvical ful. sam zihr ne zato  k bi bli požigalci xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tako da sem že naročila karto ki je do maja pol cenejša. Važno da bodo spet igral Zablujenci in upam da bom letos sposobna spremljat njihov ceu nastop in da ne bom spet končala v potoku po prvih petih pesmih. -.- Iskreno tudi upam da mi Stare ne bo spet polomu šotora in bom u celem vikendu usaj za eno urco zaprla oči. Kar je pa glede na lansko leto malo verjetno (A). In ja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jaka, letos moraš pridt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naslednji ponedeljek 13. imam rojstni dan. Ne morem si zamislit lepšega rojstnega dneva kot ga bom imela letos. Sweet sixteen kje drugje kot na bordu seveda. Can't wait. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aja pa še to! Na starem cd-ju sem našla moje fotografije. Stare približno eno leto. Ne bom jih objavljala ker so brezvezne. So me pa spodbudile da sem spet začela slikat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i really like shadows on this pic.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/Sdj3xS9j1qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7wu2s79Kf7A/s1600-h/Stanse%C5%A1n8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/Sdj3xS9j1qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7wu2s79Kf7A/s320/Stanse%C5%A1n8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321275386013931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... i don't mind if you don't mind, cause i don't shine if you don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hang in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-6341633097340178940?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/6341633097340178940/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-read-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6341633097340178940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6341633097340178940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='Can you read my mind?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/Sdj3xS9j1qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7wu2s79Kf7A/s72-c/Stanse%C5%A1n8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-8680865654384456390</id><published>2009-03-21T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:20:15.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25 secrets about teenage girls.</title><content type='html'>Secret #1: If we like you; we'll smile at anything you'll say, just because we're too nervous to say anything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #2: if we try not to like you, it's just because we're afraid of falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #3: we want to talk to you, but usually we're too shy for it, so we just pretend not to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #4: it's not about what you said. It's always about how you said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #5: friends are the only thing we need besides our clothes, make up and a cute guy to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #6: sometimes we sit alone, just to see if you'll sit next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #7: if we text you in the middle of the night saying: »I love you«, we'll probably regret it first thing in a morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #8: when we give you that look, we're just thinking: wow, you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #9: when we walk by you, we often order our friends to watch you, if you'll look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #10:  sometimes we act cold just for you to hold us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #11: when we open our closet in the morning we're thinking: ''witch top would he likes the most?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #12: girls go crazy over guys scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #13: we'll talk louder and smile harder just to get you look our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #14: we often ignore those who want us, and care about those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #15: we might say we hate you but the truth is we just really want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #16: we'll take the long way to our class, just too casually bump in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #17: we always know who has a crush in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #18: we never wear short skirt for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #19: if we don't text you back in 5 hours it's because we don't want to, or you annoy us. If we like a guy, we'll text back as quick as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #20: sometimes we stay up all night replaying everything you said, and in the morning, we'll get up so easy just because we know we'll see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #21: our profile is always about »this guy« and we always make sure he saw it yet, he has no idea it's because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #22: we love when other girls are jealous of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret nr# 23: when we get online, the first thing we check is status of a guy we like and yet, we'll always wait for him to click us first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #24: if we're talking to guy we like about our love problems, just because we want to find out how will he react if we tell him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #25:  we sure say »I love you« too often and we don't always really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;×××&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/ScTpMwmlGWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCBN1pV5Fiw/s1600-h/LGIM0025000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/ScTpMwmlGWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCBN1pV5Fiw/s320/LGIM0025000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629865618446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hang in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-8680865654384456390?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/8680865654384456390/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-secrets-about-teenage-girls.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8680865654384456390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8680865654384456390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-secrets-about-teenage-girls.html' title='25 secrets about teenage girls.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/ScTpMwmlGWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCBN1pV5Fiw/s72-c/LGIM0025000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-8151458290615438858</id><published>2009-03-07T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:24:00.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>every fairytale has a happy ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="component5802f3aa8fb6b22b01eb513a1f9aa7f0" rel="33264" class="nicknameCustomText skinItem"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something, promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made and goodbyes really are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so over you, baby.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3049162856_a3f2ebfd6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3049162856_a3f2ebfd6d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7012597357289607905-8151458290615438858?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/8151458290615438858/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/03/every-fairytale-has-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8151458290615438858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8151458290615438858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/03/every-fairytale-has-happy-ending.html' title='every fairytale has a happy ending.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/3049162856_a3f2ebfd6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-8598747055018331249</id><published>2009-02-28T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:27:40.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ride.eat.sleap.repeat.!</title><content type='html'>bord bord bord in še enkrat bord!&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' it.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park. hočm bit dost dobra za u snow park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;itk greva z Jakatom u klub.  Pol pa bo... upam... mora bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-8598747055018331249?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/8598747055018331249/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/rideeatsleaprepeat.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8598747055018331249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8598747055018331249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/rideeatsleaprepeat.html' title='ride.eat.sleap.repeat.!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-7177632268868542738</id><published>2009-02-27T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:27:04.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no tudi mene je doletela takšna "usoda" da sem bla pofočkana.^^&lt;br /&gt;hvala Domen! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no moja 6. slika v 6. mapi pa je ta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slikomat.com/slika/3614375.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 374px;" src="http://www4.slikomat.com/09/0227/x9x-453828.jpg" alt="www.SlikoMat.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slika iz fešte za nek rojstni dan. Tukaj me je Bobo vrtel se mi zdi.^^&lt;br /&gt;bli smo sred ničesar v Krmelju. v Kevdru bol natančno.^^&lt;br /&gt;pijanu itk use.&lt;br /&gt;vse kar sem se naučila iz tega večera:&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry vodka --&gt; never again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no zdaj pa še jz določm 6 naslednjih. to so:&lt;br /&gt;Jaka, Renata, Peli, Alenka, Beno, Aljaž.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navodila so preprosta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;na računalniku pojdi v mapo: moje slike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;izberi 6. mapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;v tej mapi izberij 6. sliko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sliko objavi v blogu in določi naslednjih 6.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slikomat.com/slika/3614375.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-7177632268868542738?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/7177632268868542738/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/666.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7177632268868542738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7177632268868542738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/666.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-1969179155562443307</id><published>2009-02-27T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:34:15.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Projektni teden v Planici</title><content type='html'>preživela :)&lt;br /&gt;kljub dejstvu da so me za dva dneva postavl na smučke lahko rečem da smo se mel supr.&lt;br /&gt;in presrečna sem bla ko je razrednik izgovoril magične besede:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"četrtek pa petek bosta z Janom lahko bordala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohooooo! dBest.&lt;br /&gt;in zdej sm čist važna.&lt;br /&gt;zakaj?&lt;br /&gt;ker sm se naučila bordat tako da se temu res lahko reče bordanje&lt;br /&gt;   + znam trisiksti xD       (H)&lt;br /&gt;   + znam olija.   (no ja. x) bomo izpopolnil še mal xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vse pohvale in zahvale vodiču. T1b že ve zakaj&lt;br /&gt;ker mi smo itak iz doline &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kreten je biu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;najbolši so bli večeri. Z Janom pa Kari na čaju. mmm smo se kr zasedel tm na ležalnikih.^^&lt;br /&gt;le zakaj nekj?&lt;br /&gt;ker je biu tm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aja kdo je Simon.^^&lt;br /&gt;Simon drugač ni Simon. kako mu je ime ne vem. x)&lt;br /&gt;bli smo skupej v istem domu.&lt;br /&gt;Border kaj pa druzga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lepa rit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Še hujša rit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm njam njam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;čokolado mi je dau (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;čez okno je z solzami v očeh gledal naš avtobus ko smo se odpeljal proti domu &lt;br /&gt;(okej no, to z solzami res pretiravam. sam se pa kul sliš x) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan mu je povedal da gremo prej še u Kranjsko Goro.&lt;br /&gt;Kaj se zgodi?&lt;br /&gt;pride še Simon. Čeprou je reku da ne bo ker majo prepoved al kaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon me ljubi  x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa še bad boy je x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(on bi obdavču bonton ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was spinning free, with the little sweet and simple numbing me.   what a dizzy dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinking into sweet uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pač ja. dolg post vem. kaj sm hotla povedat......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma hudo je blo. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;še enkrat bi šla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-1969179155562443307?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/1969179155562443307/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/projektni-teden-v-planici.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1969179155562443307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1969179155562443307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/projektni-teden-v-planici.html' title='Projektni teden v Planici'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-2448470142299303291</id><published>2009-02-20T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:00:42.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky friday.</title><content type='html'>A da bi šle u Lublano? ja pa pejmo ne.&lt;br /&gt;in smo šle.^^ Jst Kari in Tinx seveda.&lt;br /&gt;Napri še h frizerju pa na krofe. pol pa gas xD&lt;br /&gt;u Ivančni smo se dobile z Tinx pa šle u Flirta na drink. ali dva. tri? no pol so bli kr 4. (btw, Tinx obvlada slemrje toučt. se priporočam še za kdaj xD ) pol smo se nekaku odločile da ta pijanska nikamor nikamor ne pele in smo šle naprej na vlak.&lt;br /&gt;blo itk svetovno, narežale se spet, da glava boli. Najbol kul smo ble k smo hodile v ritmu pesmice o Palčku Davidu xD. al pa u kitajski:&lt;br /&gt;Kari: umm, we'd like to order please.&lt;br /&gt;Jst: hkm Kari, govori Slovensko.^^&lt;br /&gt;Kari: aja xD amm ja. Fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok vem ni ti smešnu. sam men je blo pa za crknt.^^&lt;br /&gt;crazy times. kot vedno.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SZ81AdeUUTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L_kIAuCD9zA/s1600-h/n1280889352_281657_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SZ81AdeUUTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L_kIAuCD9zA/s320/n1280889352_281657_6493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305017168093794610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u Flirtu. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SZ816W3NqYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xwm9VWjdFd4/s1600-h/n1280889352_281654_5570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SZ816W3NqYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xwm9VWjdFd4/s320/n1280889352_281654_5570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305018162751580546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;na vlaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there!   =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2448470142299303291?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2448470142299303291/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/freaky-friday.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2448470142299303291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2448470142299303291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/freaky-friday.html' title='freaky friday.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SZ81AdeUUTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L_kIAuCD9zA/s72-c/n1280889352_281657_6493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-2214295876404831341</id><published>2009-02-15T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:04:00.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Petek 13.</title><content type='html'>Naj še kdo reče da je petek 13. nesrečni dan. Pfaa. Men je biu najlepši dan u zadnjem obdobju. Blo je tko zelo... special. Pač edinu tko je lhko z enim takim človekom kot si ti. Sam kaj ko je ta popoln petek 13. za sabo potegnu, da bo zdej naprej use u dreku. Sploh se mi ne da spuščat v podrobnosti. Ker sploh ni vredno. In zdej ne vem kaj naj. Pač nardila bom tisto kar je najlažje naredit. Pozabila bom na vse skupej. Nate. Kot da te ni. In ne bom več razmišljala o teb. O nobenmu. Živela bom sam še za tiste frende k jim to dejansko lahko rečem in iz svoje glave bom zbrisala stvar k ji nekateri rečejo ljubezen. Sploh ne bom več. Ne. Konc. Ne da se mi. Brez veze...&lt;br /&gt;Pa sej po drugi strani si to tud zaslužm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2214295876404831341?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2214295876404831341/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/petek-13.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2214295876404831341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2214295876404831341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/petek-13.html' title='Petek 13.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-7343655562232769937</id><published>2009-02-10T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:51:51.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life.   Part 3</title><content type='html'>Čez približno eno leto sta se srečala. Po tem sta se videla vsak dan. Na vlaku, v šoli, v gostilni... Vedno je bil tam. Nato je spoznala še enega fanta. V prepričanju da ga je pozabila, je začela hoditi s tem novim tipom. Hodila sta par dni, ko se je začel družiti z tistim fantom, ki ji je nedolgo nazaj grel srce. Bolelo jo je. Ko jo je njen fant pred njim poljubil se ji je paralo srce. Na skrivaj ga je opazovala. Njegove oči. Na svetu jim ne najdeš enakih. Tako... sijoče. Tako zelo lepe. Oboževala je njegove poglede. Včasih, ko je sedela zraven njega se mu je na trenutek približala le toliko, da so njena čutila ujela njegov vonj, ki je iz nje vedno potegnil tiste prijetne sladke spomine, ki so ji pognali metuljčke po trebuhu… Vendar morala se je zbuditi iz sanj. Fanta ima. Ne sme. Tega ne sme delati. Gledala je svojega fanta, kako postaja vse boljši prijatelj z ljubeznijo njenega življenja. Prišlo je tako daleč, da ni več zmogla in ga je pustila. Ni mu morala več pogledati v oči. Čustva do drugega so bila premočna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-7343655562232769937?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/7343655562232769937/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-3.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7343655562232769937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7343655562232769937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-3.html' title='Story of my life.   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Vseeno jima je bilo za dež, vseeno jima je bilo, da bosta mokra. Važno da sta bila skupaj. Držal jo je za roko nato pa ga je poljubila. Nihče se ne poljublja tako dobro kot on. Ubijala bi za njegove poljube, za njegove poglede bi dala vse na tem svetu. Rekel ji je, da jo ima rad. Ne! Ni bila tako vinjena da bi se ji to samo zdelo. Rekel je. Te tri besede so se vtisnile vanjo... še danes sliši njihov odmev. Po drugi strani si je govorila naj si ne dela tega, da ni resno mislil...itak je pil… čez nekaj mesecev se je zgodilo. Pred njenimi očmi je bil z drugo. Vedela je da nima pravice dramatizirati in delati scene iz tega. Konec koncev nista nikoli bila par. Pa vseeno. Takrat se je odločila da ga bo pozabila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-88861977558413277?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/88861977558413277/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-2.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/88861977558413277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/88861977558413277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-2.html' title='Story of my life.   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Ni si hotela verjeti, zanikala je metuljčke u trebuhu, prezrla je tresoča kolena ko ga je zagledala. Bala se je misli da ji je ušeč. Lagala je. Lagala je najboljši prijateljici, lagala je sebi. Minilo je poletje, prišla je jesen. Pozna jesen. Imeli so zabavo. Pijana je bila, on je bil pijan. Šla je stran od družbe. Še danes ne ve zakaj. Stopila je na samo in se zazrla v zvezde in si pela. Pela je na glas brez sramu. Kljub temu da so bili vsi prijatelji takoj za vogalom se je počutila tako samo. Potem pa je prišel on. Brez pozdrava, brez besed. Poljubil jo je. Stala je tam v šoku. Ni vedela kaj se ji je zgodilo, kaj naj naredi. Vse kar je vedela je bilo to, da hoče to storiti še neštetokrat. Ponovno sta se poljubila in kljub omotičnosti je čutila kako se čez njeno telo sprehodi na miljone mravljincev vsakič ko se jo dotakne. Minil je večer in zbudila se je v postelji najboljše prijateljice. Prva stvar ki jo je slišala zjutraj je bila o njem. Zanikala je svoja čustva. Rekla je, da je za to kriv alkohol in nič drugega. Lagala je. Tako je lagala, da je verjela sama sebi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se nadaljuje. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-8522449207937420705?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/8522449207937420705/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-1.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8522449207937420705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/8522449207937420705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-my-life-part-1.html' title='Story of my life.   Part 1.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-2628590656745305885</id><published>2009-02-05T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:56:23.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hja. Danes je spet ena debata padla. Z Kari z komu pa ^^ in mi je spet pršla tista naughty misel. Da bi povedala nekomu nekaj. Kr tko. Direkt u obraz. Face the fact. i love you! So what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Zakaj tko razmišlam?&lt;br /&gt;Predstavli si...&lt;br /&gt;Zaljubljen si v človeka. In ne ni to una prvošolska ljubezen. To je taka ljubezen ki traja več let. In predstavli si še to. Ta oseba tega ne ve. In tud ti niti slučajno ne veš kaj čut ker ti skos neke mešane signale pošila. Mislm... SPOMN SE. sm ti kul al ti nism?! Pa pol pr tem ostan. &gt;&lt; ne pa da mi polepšaš dan s tem k se do mene obnašaš tko, da bi te kr ne vem kaj. kr bi te... pa sej veš kaj =) potem mi pa naslednga takoj pobarvaš z sivo ker me tut pozdravt ne morš.&lt;br /&gt;In ja rada bi to nrdila. Rada bi stopila pred tebe in ti povedala use kar mam u mislih, use kar čutm. Ker konec koncev, lajf je relativno kratek. In kaj če po tem ko sm te nazadnje vidla, ne vidm nikol več? Sej vem da je za tak scenarij možnosti 1: 100000000. Ampak še zmer se to lahko naredi.&lt;br /&gt;in pol mi na misel pride pesem od Figh Star k pravi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry I never told you, that I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm never gonna see you again.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i say : lalalala it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.SlikoMat.com/slika/3556600.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.slikomat.com/09/0205/av4-LGIM00.jpg" border="0" alt="www.SlikoMat.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2628590656745305885?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2628590656745305885/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2628590656745305885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2628590656745305885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-wish.html' title='how i wish...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5884048404481906506</id><published>2009-02-03T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:58:23.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yeaaah xD</title><content type='html'>že unaprej se opravičujem ker tega ne pišem u treznem stanju xD&lt;br /&gt;sploh nvm kaj naj napišem&lt;br /&gt;Jaka je meu b-day in smo že u harelyu začel&lt;br /&gt;pol je meu denis b-day in smo nadaljeval na vlaku z Slovensko zastavo čez okno.&lt;br /&gt;Maa dej ownalu je tole. U kupeju se ns je gužvalo PREVEČ in pilu se je en čez druzga. In pol naprej sploh nč nom rekla XD uglavnm. Tedi biu na vlaku in je dogajalu =P&lt;br /&gt;Zdj sm pa omg doma -.-&lt;br /&gt;jutr pišemo kemijo&lt;br /&gt;ma bmk lej. jst sm in seven heaven. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on on on.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day's the same. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5884048404481906506?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5884048404481906506/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeaaah-xd.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5884048404481906506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5884048404481906506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeaaah-xd.html' title='yeaaah xD'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-4168711894267543871</id><published>2009-02-02T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:58:49.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dobre volje.  zakaj? zato. a zakaj zato? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u šoli je zdej čist supr, ker imam sošolca Jakata.^^ naše debate u oazi ownajo use skup. (can't wait projektni tedn. podnev na bordu ponoč na ... cenzuri. xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zuni je sneeg. Ia čudna sm o.O rada mam sneg. obožujem ga, ljubim ga, ne predstavljam si življenja brez njega. požri se ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;danes smo imel zgo in lum, to je 2 ure z Čurkovo. Edina dva predmeta k sta mi kul. o.O call me a freak, ampak dejansko me zanima  use to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jutr nam odpade biologija (7 ur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ne pišemo kemije 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pr informatiki je spet dogajalu. Še dobr da "Jaka" (xD) Karin pa jst čist skup sedimo in pol se cele 2 ure sam režimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na vlaku je spet dogajalu. Na sedežih za 8 nas je sedelo 12. xD sej ne da smo bli nametani en čez druzga.^^ in sej ne da so mene spet čist popisal (ubistvu me je sam Jan) in se je mt odločila da mi bo hlače sežgala. :(  NE DAM!  k zdei so pa čist dSex.&lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zvedla sem neki kar se mi je še ceu dan smejalu. Ahhh optimisti ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kmal bo petek 13! DObre stvari: petek 13 x), petek, zadnji dan pred počitnicam, T1b ma prost dan --&gt; koma xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ON ON ON ON ON in še enkrat ON!   &lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYcXq862OMI/AAAAAAAAADs/ICZPcqlpDoc/s1600-h/LGIM0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYcXq862OMI/AAAAAAAAADs/ICZPcqlpDoc/s320/LGIM0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229513299572930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there. =**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-4168711894267543871?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4168711894267543871/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4168711894267543871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4168711894267543871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYcXq862OMI/AAAAAAAAADs/ICZPcqlpDoc/s72-c/LGIM0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-582976535432248554</id><published>2009-01-30T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:50:00.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ker je edini tega zmožen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zanimivo, kako me je nekdo zmožen iz high level dobrega počutja v sekundi zabit na low.  spet se to dogaja. Pa zakaj men? zakaj?! Life ie biu tko lep dokler njega ni blo v njem. Nisem se sekirala ko me ni pogledal, ni me bolelo ko sem ga videla v objemu z drugo, ni znal narediti točno tistega točno takrat ko sem to hotela.  In po tem je prišel. vsi me sprašujejo, kaj sploh vidm na njemu. Kaj vidm? nč ne vidm. Prvi tip k sm se vanga zaljubila zarad njega ne zarad njegovga izgleda oz. stila. Res mi je useen če bi ga vidla u trenirki. Dol bi mi viselu če bi se min naslikau u kombenizionu. Ker ga mam rada zarad njega. zakaj? ker je edini. edini ki dejansko ve, kako mora z mano delat. Mogoč mu je tak način prirojen, al me je pa zlo dobr prebrau. In edini je zmožen spravt me na kolena. Kadar koli in kjerkoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ker je edini. &lt;3  in z dejstvom da ne bo nikol sam moj sem se predkratkim sprijaznla. Sam smo spet na starih tirih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go and live your life. But i miss you more then i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in pol si pojem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now come one come all to this tragic affair&lt;br /&gt;Wipe off that makeup- what's in is dispair&lt;br /&gt;So throw on that black dress&lt;br /&gt;Mix in with the lot&lt;br /&gt;You might wake up and notice&lt;br /&gt;You're something you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see&lt;br /&gt;You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'd encourage your smile, I'll expect you won't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;br /&gt;Get me the hell out of here&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;br /&gt;Too young to die and my dear&lt;br /&gt;You can't!&lt;br /&gt;If you can hear me just walk away and take me!         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYMgfLVfCmI/AAAAAAAAADc/g6CQU11T-YM/s1600-h/I_Wanna_Be_The_Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYMgfLVfCmI/AAAAAAAAADc/g6CQU11T-YM/s320/I_Wanna_Be_The_Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113306708773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang in there. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-582976535432248554?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/582976535432248554/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-je-edini-tega-zmozen.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/582976535432248554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/582976535432248554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-je-edini-tega-zmozen.html' title='ker je edini tega zmožen.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYMgfLVfCmI/AAAAAAAAADc/g6CQU11T-YM/s72-c/I_Wanna_Be_The_Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5823435722079100589</id><published>2009-01-29T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:57:05.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ker je vedno blo tako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Should i be happy or what? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tip ki me je predkratkim zlomu in ni dolgo tega da sem se sestavla je spet tukaj. Spet je tukaj tist občutek ko ga vidm. Spet se mi zmeša ob njegovem vonju. U njegovih očeh se izgubim in ko pomislim na njegov odnos do mene... metulčki. ja pocukrana sem vem! metulčki metulčki in še enkrat metulčki... obožujem ga. Ker je najbolši najlepši in najmočnejši. :)   There's no one like him. Mogoče. Mogoče je on ta. sam mogoče. in sigurno je to, da jst nism tista za njega. Nikol nism bla.  In potem strah. Tist grd občutek temne barve, ki mi pravi: "punca, pozab ga." Pa ga poslušam? ne. stopim se v prvem trenutku ko mi nameni stotinko svoje pozornosti. Takšna sem. Rada imam tistega ki me nima rad, do tistega ki me ima rad, pa preprosto ne čutim ničesar. Prazen nič.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it for Chris! Cause we do it like movie stars. *Lalala. ok zašla sem x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Učeraj sem prespala pri Kari. In sva ugotovile eno stvar. Blond sva xD&lt;br /&gt;zakaj?&lt;br /&gt;papir + pair + še en papir + ogenj + preproga    =   loh si zamislte. Kari ma uničeno preprogo xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me i'm  samu u glavi blonde ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smehi so bli. :) z Kari se zmerei tko nasmejiva. In ja bla sem vampirka. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;če bo Matej se bom zamenjala z Kari in bom sedela v zadnji vrsti &gt;&lt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYIGvxy3XWI/AAAAAAAAADU/WROaS7-UE3g/s1600-h/Picture+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYIGvxy3XWI/AAAAAAAAADU/WROaS7-UE3g/s320/Picture+87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296803529631423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And lead you along this path in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Like you held on to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When all fears came alive and entombed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Like you love the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Scorching the blood in my vampire heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5823435722079100589?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5823435722079100589/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-je-vedno-blo-tako.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5823435722079100589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5823435722079100589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-je-vedno-blo-tako.html' title='ker je vedno blo tako.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SYIGvxy3XWI/AAAAAAAAADU/WROaS7-UE3g/s72-c/Picture+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3211102672037074122</id><published>2009-01-25T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:49:07.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>zabavna fizika</title><content type='html'>z Karin sva zaljubljeni v fiziko. Bolje rečeno v Fizika.^^&lt;br /&gt;v podrobnosti se za enkrat še ne bom spuščala. xD&lt;br /&gt;zabavno je bilo u petek.  Sploh pa, ko je najina posvetila na robu zvezka prebral eden od profesorjev. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dve slikce mojih zapiskov med fizko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slikomat.com/slika/3528994.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.slikomat.com/09/0125/uea-Pictur.jpg" alt="www.SlikoMat.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slikomat.com/slika/3529051.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.slikomat.com/09/0125/w9i-Pictur.jpg" alt="www.SlikoMat.com" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in danes sem se učila matematiko. ja vem. pakaj. bemuboga če mam pa nms. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;učila sm se... 10 min? o_O  po tem sem ugotovila da sem prizadeta in je bilo konec učenja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SXzBap7yKjI/AAAAAAAAADM/NGBriGoSoAw/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SXzBap7yKjI/AAAAAAAAADM/NGBriGoSoAw/s320/Picture+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295319925558225458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-3211102672037074122?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/3211102672037074122/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/zabavna-fizika.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3211102672037074122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3211102672037074122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/zabavna-fizika.html' title='zabavna fizika'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SXzBap7yKjI/AAAAAAAAADM/NGBriGoSoAw/s72-c/Picture+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-394128658910735453</id><published>2009-01-21T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:35:28.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>zlato pravilo</title><content type='html'>Ta post je namenjen usem tistim, ki govorite drugim o drugih. Z drugo besedo: obrekovalci. Roko na srce, ne poznam človeka ki ne bi obrekoval. Poznam pa ljudi ki znajo in ljudi ki ne znajo obrekovati. Merilo je samo eno. Če znaš obrekovat, tvoja zgodbica ne pride do osebe o kateri si govoril, oz. ne izve, kdo je to govoril. Če pa ne znaš, bodi raje tiho, ker u nasprotnem primeru bo oseba za tvoje resnične oz. neresnične izjave izvedela še preden jih boš dodobra izrekel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torej zlato pravilo: če ne želiš da oseba o kateri imaš "toliko" za povedat za te besede izve, tega ne govori v družbi njenih najboljših prijateljev. Čeproav ti bodo zatrdili da te ne bodo "zajebali" lahko na take obljube kar pozabiš. Se pravi, ne obrekuj osebe pred tistimi, ki jim obrekovana oseba pomeni več kot ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upam da sem bila dovolj jasna in ne bom več slišala takšnih stvari, kot sem jih v nedeljo zjutraj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tisti oz. tista na katero/katerega ta post leti, dobro ve zakaj se gre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.=**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. učeraj na vlaku --&gt; N O R O ! mene use bolii. :))  to mormo kdaj ponovit. Nujno.! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-394128658910735453?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/394128658910735453/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/zlato-pravilo.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/394128658910735453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/394128658910735453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/zlato-pravilo.html' title='zlato pravilo'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-7403188045381156944</id><published>2009-01-19T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:26:26.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>opera day xD</title><content type='html'>ne vem kaj mate usi tok prot operi.&lt;br /&gt;men blo pa prou kul. :)&lt;br /&gt;prvo polovico sem dejansko spremljala, pol med odmorom smo se itak nabasal z sladkarijam, med drugim delom je pa h men pršu sedet Jan in je blo prou kul k sva ugotavlala kater od striperjeu (Ruski vojaki xD ) ma pod oklepom policijsko uniformo xD&lt;br /&gt;tok kul je blo da smo po treh urah hotl še enkrat gledat.&lt;br /&gt;ne sj ne x)&lt;br /&gt;ubistvu me je use bolelu po 15ih minutah, to pa tut edina slaba stvar k sm jo dons našla u operi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Janu 2 bom ukrala pirske! ker so čist preueč dSex. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there.=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-7403188045381156944?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/7403188045381156944/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/opera-day-xd.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7403188045381156944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/7403188045381156944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/opera-day-xd.html' title='opera day xD'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3974649753371971806</id><published>2009-01-18T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:55:14.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiz from QuizYourFriends.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='340' height='340' border='0' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt; 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(in res mi je useen če je filmski lik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zame bi bil popoln iz več razlogov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. nikol si nebi mogla nagledat njegove lepote&lt;br /&gt;  2. zmer bi me grizu oz. vampirčku. =$ [kar mi je 100.x bol sexy kot kar koli drgega]&lt;br /&gt;  3. največja želja bi mu bla da bi me ubil. :)&lt;br /&gt;  4. z mano bi skakal po drevesih&lt;br /&gt;  5. če bi me ugriznu kkšn evil vampir bi mi sčistu kri&lt;br /&gt;  6. ob njegovem nasmehu bi se stopila&lt;br /&gt;  7. če bi mi bilo kdaj vroče bi me shladil z njegovimi ice cold dlanmi&lt;br /&gt;  8. dokončno bi me povampirčku in pol bi bla še jst vampirka in živela bi happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp337/twilightfan_14/edwardandbella14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 334px;" src="http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp337/twilightfan_14/edwardandbella14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes perfection.! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2596048710878569182?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2596048710878569182/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-one.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 4'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2596048710878569182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2596048710878569182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-one.html' title='the perfect one'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-6175739549622242687</id><published>2009-01-17T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:55:02.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do... what to do...?</title><content type='html'>Zadnje čase se sprašujem kaj naj naredim sama s sabo. Preprosto ne vem več zakaj sploh še ustanem zjutraj iz postelje. Nobenih ciljev več, nobenih pričakovanj... Edini cilj da preživim dan in se zvečer spet vržem v posteljo. Dobesedno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vem več kaj bi rada. Kaj bi rada v ljubezni, kaj bi rada iz šolanja, kaj bi rada v življenju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Če za primer vzamem ljubezen. Prizadevam osebo za osebo. Dam ji vedeti da vem kaj hočem in da je ta oseba to, potem pa kar na enkrat. Tema. Kot da ne obstaja več. Čustva do te osebe zatrem vendar jo imam še vedno rada. Ampak kaj ko je tista stvar v daljavi, ki je dostikrat samo fantazija tako svetleča, tako enkratna in tako neizmerno privlačna, da mi želja po njej ne zamegli ampak izbriše zadnje delce razuma ki jih premore moja glava. in po tem se zgodi. Tisto, kar se je zgodilo že tolikokrat prej. Mine me. Ne vem zakaj. Rada bi vedela. Edina logična rešitev takrat se mi zdi konec. Konec konec in še enkrat konec. Strah me je ker ne vem če bo kdaj konec teh koncev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In po tem ko se prebijem čez vsestransko neodobrovanje v smislu: "pizda si prasica, ker si ga spet odjebala" in mi je tista svetleča zvezda, ki se je prej zdela tako zelo nedosegljiva na dosegu roke... me ponovno mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto sranje kot takrat ko sem si želela učasih noro popularno igračo mali vedi. Težila sem in težila dokler ga nisem dobila. Bil je tako super in z takšnim ponosom sem ga naslednji dan nesla v šolo... Kaj se je zgodilo? sošolec je imel mali vedi 2. In kar na enkrat je moj postal magnet za prah, starši pa so noreli zaradi mojega ponovnega teženja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindrom, ki ima veliko povezav z edinstvom in razvajenostjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto... vedno isto...  najraje bi nase nabila znak : pazi, grizem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa ne misli da mi ni hudo. Da nisem že nešteto kolikokrat zaspala v solzah, ker me boli bolečina ki jo povzročam sama. Bolijo misli da temu nikoli ne bo konca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on boulevard of broken dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc34.deviantart.com/fs30/f/2008/132/0/9/want__need__miss__love__hate__by_wonkafool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hang in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-6175739549622242687?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/6175739549622242687/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6175739549622242687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6175739549622242687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='what to do... what to do...?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-4049997703752500374</id><published>2009-01-17T17:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:53:12.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ker bo moj!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGC3mX9LUSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGC3mX9LUSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-4049997703752500374?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/4049997703752500374/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-bo-moj.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4049997703752500374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/4049997703752500374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ker-bo-moj.html' title='ker bo moj!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-1480172957091170770</id><published>2009-01-15T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:35:06.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>winter wonderland with Lea.&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW-ddFErBtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qwz4pkXVMTw/s1600-h/Slika034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW-dcM-ErCI/AAAAAAAAACk/LKKwM3YdFlY/s320/Slika025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291621195027098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-1480172957091170770?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/1480172957091170770/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-wonderland-with-lea3.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1480172957091170770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1480172957091170770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-wonderland-with-lea3.html' title='winter wonderland with Lea.&lt;3'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW-ddFErBtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qwz4pkXVMTw/s72-c/Slika034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5817458767288537985</id><published>2009-01-14T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:46:00.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; the reason is you</title><content type='html'>par razlogov zakaj sm bla danes slabe volje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;zeblu me je xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;koleno me boli od borda. =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trebuh me bolu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dokončno sem prepričana da z osebami z določenim imenom nimam sreče. Tko da se bom zdej tako imenovanih osebkov poskušala izogibat v kar se da širokem krogu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;še ena oseba mi trga ne para živce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mt je bla na govorilnih urah, kjer je zvedla da sm kurba. okej ne.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa še neki razlogov zakaj mi je na trenutke dogajalu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lejko me že navse zgodi zjutri povampirčkau. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pol pa še Kari. ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inf popravla. =))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;francoščina + angleščina odpadla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S N E G ! ! !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jutr se spet z Lejkotom sexamo pr športni :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; čustveno prenabit dan xD sam na konc če potegnem črto: povprečen.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5817458767288537985?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5817458767288537985/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-is-you.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 4'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5817458767288537985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5817458767288537985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-is-you.html' title='&amp; the reason is you'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-2475253562537101455</id><published>2009-01-12T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:50:34.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>med informatko xD</title><content type='html'>med inf je danes nastala poučna zgodbica ki si jo lahko podrobneje ogledate na računalniku št.8 u učilnici 210.&lt;br /&gt;gre nekako tako.&lt;br /&gt;živel je deček x ki je bil pras**.&lt;br /&gt;zakaj? zato.&lt;br /&gt;potem je bila deklica y ki je bila tudi po svoje pras***. ampak ne bi o tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in po tem dolga razprava kako je bil kdo od koga in itd itd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaključek:&lt;br /&gt;deklica Kari je sedela pri oknu. ker je bil tam pač njen plac. xD&lt;br /&gt;mimo sta priletela dva ptička ^^ki sta potem padla v komo &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tebi pomoje ni smešno sam me2 z Kari smo skor umrle od smeha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW5O95m6s9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OObU8XDY71g/s1600-h/evil+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW5O95m6s9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OObU8XDY71g/s320/evil+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291253437549949906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2475253562537101455?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2475253562537101455/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/med-informatko-xd.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2475253562537101455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2475253562537101455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/med-informatko-xd.html' title='med informatko xD'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SW5O95m6s9I/AAAAAAAAACU/OObU8XDY71g/s72-c/evil+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3869115928103327231</id><published>2009-01-12T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:47:27.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Šola je kr neki. dejansko.</title><content type='html'>Ne grem več u šolo. Se mi še kdo pridruži?&lt;br /&gt;Danes sem popravlala inf.&lt;br /&gt;po kakšni logiki so ocene: 1 3 4 na koncu konference nms? o.O&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;pridem usa optimistična pred tablo prvo uprašanje: narobe, drugo: neki mencala sam na koncu narobe, tretje: na pol prav.&lt;br /&gt;se vidmo u 2. konferenci.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;naibol hecne so ble Amelca p Leiko k prbije prof.: pa kaj ji naj dam na lepe oči 2 al kaj?&lt;br /&gt;pa one 2: ja pa k ne vidte kko ma lepe? x)&lt;br /&gt;lool.='D&lt;br /&gt;sam smo pol prepričal, woohoo. do srede čas da se na piflam to informatko &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;jupiijaa. xD&lt;br /&gt;z Kari en tak evil plan naredile. HuHuHuHu. Škoda k je uno sej veš kateru an Kariii? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paaa brcnla bom samo sebe resno. Ker to pa nikamor ne prideš. Sj sem prasica vem. Se zavedam tega. Pa kaj naj? Kdo pa ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posebne zahvale gredo Janu ki me je danes zakopal u sneg u Mirni Peči. Hvala.&lt;br /&gt;Dobesedno sem bla bol bela kot črna xD hahah. Sej blo lušnu po svoje. =)&lt;br /&gt;Če zbolim mi boš kuhal čaj ceu tedn, boš vidu x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hang in there.! =**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-3869115928103327231?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/3869115928103327231/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ola-je-kr-neki-dejansko.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3869115928103327231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3869115928103327231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ola-je-kr-neki-dejansko.html' title='Šola je kr neki. dejansko.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-3347772265632484893</id><published>2009-01-08T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:47:27.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7U_9o7cI/AAAAAAAAACE/JXjzJDCk6Rg/s1600-h/ICONATOR_b14e30c9d91ee6d62660075d4a9607bc.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Save Me - Unwritten Law"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day, don't talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;gonna ride this out,&lt;br /&gt;My little black heart, breaks apart,&lt;br /&gt;with your big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of my sickness&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me, you'll get this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless, lazy, perverted,&lt;br /&gt;and you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting for my wakeup call,&lt;br /&gt;And everything, everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor, and I asked her,&lt;br /&gt;to make this stop. (whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Got medication, a new addiction,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to relapse, I'm bad at rehabs&lt;br /&gt;It ruins everything. (whoa)&lt;br /&gt;So point your finger, at the singer,&lt;br /&gt;He's in the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting here to take a fall,&lt;br /&gt;and everything, and everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a death threat haven't slept yet,&lt;br /&gt;Baby why the wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa yeah, write it write it,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Whoa whoa everything's my fault,&lt;br /&gt;everything's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to heaven, but couldn't get in,&lt;br /&gt;For what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;I said please take me, they said you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;you had too much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7Ulh-u8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0Tjag3jJTg/s1600-h/ICONATOR_70984adc561b5e4f8b7d531a628a5a56.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7Ulh-u8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0Tjag3jJTg/s320/ICONATOR_70984adc561b5e4f8b7d531a628a5a56.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288839299762928578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7U_9o7cI/AAAAAAAAACE/JXjzJDCk6Rg/s1600-h/ICONATOR_b14e30c9d91ee6d62660075d4a9607bc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7U_9o7cI/AAAAAAAAACE/JXjzJDCk6Rg/s320/ICONATOR_b14e30c9d91ee6d62660075d4a9607bc.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288839306858261954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pisano na kožo, ti rečem!   &gt;&lt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/7012597357289607905-3347772265632484893?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/3347772265632484893/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-me-unwritten-law-had-bad-day-dont.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3347772265632484893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/3347772265632484893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-me-unwritten-law-had-bad-day-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWW7Ulh-u8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/L0Tjag3jJTg/s72-c/ICONATOR_70984adc561b5e4f8b7d531a628a5a56.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-9153550314380230483</id><published>2009-01-06T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:53:37.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tri pikce</title><content type='html'>ma naj gre use nekam nekam. Ker če ne bo to use skupaj po hitrem postopku nekam šlo... se mi bo zmešalo. Pa čeprav sem že preveč nora. Spet se borim z tistim občutkom. Tist občutek, ko imaš osebo rad, vendar se ti na nek način upira. Življenja brez te osebe si seveda ne moreš predstavljati. Pa še vedno... Nekaj ni uredu. Naj gre nekam.&lt;br /&gt;Neka druga oseba mi je polepšala dan. Zanimivo, kako imajo nekateri na nas močan upliv. Dobesedno me je samo pogledal in se nasmehnil tako, kot zna to le on. It's a beautiful day. Lalalalala. =*&lt;br /&gt;Šola je brez veze. Celo pot od Kandije do ŠC sem nadirala folk okol sebe zakaj moram jaz hodt u šolo? Zakaj? katera budala se je to spomnila?! Sploh pa zdaj ko je tako mrzlo in če potem za povrh še izgubiš bunkico na pirsku ves čas pa imaš v glavi da jutri pišeš fiziko pa čeprav smo zvili da ne za oceno, je dan še toliko lepši.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak lajf je baje lep.&lt;br /&gt;Nekje sem to slišala samo ne vrjamem da je to res.&lt;br /&gt;Pliz, kdaj je biu lajf še lep??&lt;br /&gt;če bi na smrtni postelji naredila spisek minusev in plusev svojega živlenja sem prepričana da bi mi za minuse hitro zmanjkalo prostora. Lajf je safr. o ja, to pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v naslednjem momentu mi spet dogaja. ohh živlenje je lepo. Zakaj? omg pisal mi je na msn-u!&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooow.  *suprised*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malo kasneje se mi use podre ker se noče več pogovarjati z mano. Na sredi pogovora me undercover odjebe.&lt;br /&gt;hvala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spat grem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jutri upam da osebo x čim manjkrat vidim, da mi oseba y spet nakloni tist dSex pogled...&lt;br /&gt;pa še ena skrivna želja.&lt;br /&gt;ne smem povedat. *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Kari rekla da sem pokvarjena. =) [to je res, samo ne smem povedat zakaj. uuuu naughty xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Denis me je ponovno spomnil da sem čudna. xD [ se strinjam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-9153550314380230483?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/9153550314380230483/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/tri-pikce.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/9153550314380230483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/9153550314380230483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/tri-pikce.html' title='tri pikce'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5063827125924993062</id><published>2009-01-05T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:36:01.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>prvi šolski dan.^^</title><content type='html'>Uhh ja, tako fino smo se meli danes. Smehi smehi in še enkrat smehi. Še posebaj pri informatiki, ko sem mogla definirat besedo "šalabajzer". Za vsako stvar je bila pa itak kriva recesija. =D&lt;br /&gt;Pri Čurkovi smo razmišljali kakšna ženska je nimfomanka, na koncu pa smo prišli do sklepa da je politika eno samo sranje.xD&lt;br /&gt;Če bi bil usak dan tako dober in seveda brez matematike, sploh razmišljala ne bi o tem, da bi se prepisala.&lt;br /&gt;tako pa...&lt;br /&gt;no, ni še 1oo%. Jutri grem na razgovor h psihologinji. Če bo po sreči se bom do konca konference že prepisala. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you all. &lt;!--3&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; danes mi je spet narastel pritisk ko sem videla nekaj ali nekoga. Damn... Good old times. Zakaj nimam časovnega stroja?&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so much better. Šla bi nazaj. Pol leta nazaj. In ustavila čas, ko bi prišla do tistega trenutka. Prelepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWIoR5WYWmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHxeaopWl0Y/s1600-h/03122008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWIoR5WYWmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHxeaopWl0Y/s320/03122008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287833200403962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWIoSCEjb_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/atlxL09ri34/s1600-h/tryin%27+to+be+normaL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWIoSCEjb_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/atlxL09ri34/s320/tryin%27+to+be+normaL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287833202745110514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You Guys.!  &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;J.K.L. 4 Ever, No Matter What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it 4 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there! =)&lt;br /&gt;... Lajf je lep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5063827125924993062?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5063827125924993062/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/prvi-olski-dan.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5063827125924993062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5063827125924993062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/prvi-olski-dan.html' title='prvi šolski dan.^^'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWIoR5WYWmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHxeaopWl0Y/s72-c/03122008%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-6849077417487941964</id><published>2009-01-04T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:17:24.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironija usode.</title><content type='html'>iz wikipedije: O &lt;i&gt;ironiji usode&lt;/i&gt; govorimo, kadar se dogodki odvijejo v nasprotju s pričakovanjem, kot da bi usoda prizadeto osebo zasmehovala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotovo ste v življenju doživeli že kakšen primer, ki bi ustrezal zgornjemu opisu.&lt;br /&gt;Par primerov iz mojega življenja [okej no, drugi je prijatelja Gregorja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; O neki osebi x ste brez da bi jo poznali govorili vse mogoče slabe stvari. Od kritiziranja stila, do zaničevanja in podobno. Čez nekaj časa pa se ti zgodi neko sranje v živlenju in glej no glej, oseba x je bila tista ki ti je rešila rit. Naklučje?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pa poglejmo drug primer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Lansko poletje ste se na ves glas smejali sošolcu, ki je imel popravni izpit iz Slovenščine,       še  z večjim veseljem pa ste mu pod nos porinili svoje spričevalo, kjer se je pri Slovenščini svetila petica. Kaj se je zgodilo po tem? V novem šolskem letu je bila prva ocena pri Slovenščini 1. Who's laughin now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Naslednji primer je podoben prvemu in se tiče nas, deklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ko vidimo fanta, ki ga še ne poznamo je logično da ga "prečekiramo" in ga grdo rečeno popredalčkamo. Predala sta samo dva. "ja" in "ne". Vidiš tipa, si v njegovi družbi in ga odločno in nepreklicno, trikrat podčrtano, obkroženo in z rdečo barvo poudarjeno vržeš v predal "ne". Čez nekaj časa ti postane ušeč še malo časa, pa sta happy together. Že preveč ironično?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Kaj pa, če se ta tip po tem ko sta že nekaj časa skupaj spoprijatelji in se začne družiti z osebo, ki ti je še ne dolgo nazaj polnila vse kotičke tvojega srca in ti ga je seveda po tem tudi zlomila.? In še bolj ironično, vsakič ko ste bili skupaj v družbi si ponovno dobila tist prijeten občutek, identičen tistemu, ki si ga imela preden te je prizadel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Živlenje je polno takih dogodkov, pa se jih sploh ne zavedamo. [razen tisti seveda, ki imamo preveč časa za razmišljanje v tri pikce, potem pa še več časa da te misli zapišemo v blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;še bi lahko nakladala pa bom vam na uslugo nehala.&lt;br /&gt;+ učit se moram ker je jutri baje kar šola. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;pa še ena slika, ki se nanaša na drugi del tretjega &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;primera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Drži kot prilepleno. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWEkuTeKvdI/AAAAAAAAABU/fZ58xzMYiug/s1600-h/U_Touched_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWEkuTeKvdI/AAAAAAAAABU/fZ58xzMYiug/s320/U_Touched_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287547815429062098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[Hang in there! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-6849077417487941964?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/6849077417487941964/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ironija-usode.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6849077417487941964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/6849077417487941964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ironija-usode.html' title='Ironija usode.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SWEkuTeKvdI/AAAAAAAAABU/fZ58xzMYiug/s72-c/U_Touched_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5707322156047160824</id><published>2009-01-04T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:30:59.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNfunFUNfunFUN. :)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, učeraj je bilo tako kul.^^ okol 8ih zvečer sem šla iz Stana peš na Mirno.  Tist gozd je še zmeraj scary no matter what! Še dobro da sem se vmes po telefonu pogovarjala z Tilnom, čeprav mi ni bil u pomoč z idejami kako bi bilo kul, če bi tukaj okoli strašili kakšni freaki kot so u wrong turn 2. Hvala useeno.:D Najprej smo šli itak h carmen na pičiče pa u Forzo na fuzbal. (H) Potem pa. Buhuhu. Yeaaaah Hiša groze. dMejn blo res. Sploh pa ko sem jaz stala na vrhu stopnic, v spodnjem nadstropju pa so se zaslišali koraki. o.O moj scream: OMG policaji! hahah kakšna akcija, hitro sem se zaprla v prvo sobo, ki je bila včasih namenjena garderobi, se naslonila na vrata in zadrževala smeh, ki je iz mojih ust silil zaradi prevelike doze adrenalina. Zanimivo je bilo to, ko so koraki prišli v zgornje nadstropje in sem prepoznala glas Danijela. Damn, dobro me je. =)  Največji smehi so pa bili ko je Davor z puhom sakal čez robnike xD Luči bližnjih hiš so se prižigale in radovedni Mirnčani so skozi okno opazovali prizor in se najverjetneje spraševali iz katere ustanove smo pa mi pobegnili. Mi pa smo stali na sredi ceste in umiral od smeha.  No na koncu smo šli še malo v LT, kjer sem po dolgem času videla Ivota pa Janija. :)&lt;br /&gt;Po tem me je pa Pikl z avtočkom peljal domov. En tak special talk sva imela. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Izmučena sem padla v posteljo in je nisem zapustila do desete ure današnjega dne.&lt;br /&gt;res je blo kul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Davor iLy. remember that.! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;×Hang in there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5707322156047160824?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5707322156047160824/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/funfunfunfunfun.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5707322156047160824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5707322156047160824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/funfunfunfunfun.html' title='FUNfunFUNfunFUN. :)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-2948799689559677610</id><published>2009-01-03T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:23:39.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge!</title><content type='html'>Ni zanimivo, kako obsojamo ljudi po videzu ali še huje, po govoricah? Priznajmo si, usi smo taki. Če opišem svoj primer. Ko smo šli v 4. razredu v šolo v naravi, so bili tam tudi učenci iz Velikega Gabra. Spomnim se kako smo se cel teden kregali, no ja učasih tudi stepli. Zakaj se nismo marali? Kar tako. Še posebaj se spomnim Anje. Danes mi je smešno kako smo se sovražile. Pa se sploh nisva poznale. Pa imamo sploh to pravico? Sovražiti nekoga, ki ga sploh ne poznamo. Sovražiti nekoga samo za to ker je? Čez leta sem se ponovno srečala z Anjo. In hudo mi je ko pomislim, kaj vse sem zamudila zaradi otročarij. Nisem rabila 1 teden da sem ugotovila da je res carka, to sem ugotovila v prvih minutah najinega pogovora. Zakon je tudi zato ker bere moj blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Torej, naredimo si svet lepši in ne obsojajmo ljudi ki jih ne poznamo. we all deserve a chance!&lt;br /&gt;Ančč iLy. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in There.! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-2948799689559677610?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/2948799689559677610/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-judge.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2948799689559677610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/2948799689559677610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t judge!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-5032212258078819293</id><published>2009-01-03T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:39:18.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.?</title><content type='html'>Teži me tole že nekaj časa, zato sem se odločila da to tukaj napišem. Ker ti u živo tega itak ne bom nikol sposobna povedat.&lt;br /&gt;Glej, nate nisem nikol gledala kot na best frendico. Prej si mi bla kot sestra. in priznam, tist blog na net logu je bil res poden. Nisi mi ti obrnila hrbta, pa tud jst ga nisem teb. Zdaj pač vem, zakaj so mi vsi govoril da bo tako. Nova šola, novi ljudje... Na začetku se še trudiš ohrant stike, ne mi govort da se nisem. Ampak počas tud to nehaš pa ne zarad tega ker obupaš kot si ti rekla, ampak zarad tega, ker so tisti novi ljudje 1oo.x bolj zanimivi kot jaz, ki me poznaš že 1o let in veš več o meni kot jaz sama. Tako pač je, s tem se bom mogla sprijaznit, sam ne mi govort da mi je useeno. Ker mi ni. Pogrešam te, pogrešam najine pogovore do pol šestih zjutraj, pogrešam najine "movie night-e" pogrešam najine interne šale, ki so se nama zdele za popizdit smešne noben okoli naju pa ni dojel zakaj se sploh gre, pogrešam najine "sk8arske" večere pred Šokotom, pogrešam ko sva se skoraj vsako soboto ob 2h zjutraj primajale k tebi domov, pogrešam naju. In tako smo se odločile 1. septembra. Vsaka je šla svojo pot in to je dejstvo. Edino kar si želim od tebe je, da se ne obrneš ko me vidiš (tako kot takrat u Tušu &gt;&lt;) ampak da me usaj pozdraviš. Saj mi ne rabiš skočt u objem, simple Hi will do just Fine. To je vse kar sem ti mela za povedat, verjem da je iz srca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-5032212258078819293?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/5032212258078819293/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5032212258078819293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/5032212258078819293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends.?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012597357289607905.post-1979858214253832454</id><published>2009-01-03T11:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:28:28.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Torej, na začetku naj bi povedala nekaj o sebi. Sem prekomerno zasanjana, občasno hiperaktivna, otročja, zmedena petnajstletnica iz Mirne. Dovolj? Dostikrat ne vem kaj bi sama z sabo, še to ne vem, kaj bi pravzaprav v življenju rada in upam da se mi bo tam nekje do konca srednje šole že posvetilo. Hodim na tehniško gimnazijo v Novo mesto, če dejansko pridem do četrtega letnik bo to revolucija. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok, dovolj. več zveste v prihodnjih objavah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hang In There. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9HABSRsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKfZxOVIRMU/s1600-h/Picture+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287022553226916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9HABSRsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKfZxOVIRMU/s320/Picture+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7012597357289607905-1979858214253832454?l=starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/feeds/1979858214253832454/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html#comment-form' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1979858214253832454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7012597357289607905/posts/default/1979858214253832454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starvingtodeathinalandofplenty.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='Hi. =)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09800727943940119084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9aWacgCpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BZYcb1FO9xI/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lY6M3cgwcFs/SV9HABSRsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKfZxOVIRMU/s72-c/Picture+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
