<?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-3739102154625966868</id><updated>2012-03-11T11:24:08.801+01:00</updated><category term='delongkree'/><category term='Tsuji-chan'/><category term='mail'/><category term='Non'/><category term='kyo'/><category term='のの'/><category term='shokotan'/><category term='shoko nakagawa'/><category term='lastfm'/><category term='zitat'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Laminafani'/><category term='Cellphone Post'/><category term='cl'/><category term='Kristin Hogan'/><category term='Poupeegirl'/><category term='mike'/><category term='辻ちゃん'/><category term='ののたん'/><category term='sterben'/><category term='Jappy'/><category term='nono'/><category term='heart'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='ascii'/><category term='Brooke Hogan'/><category term='のんちゃんぷる−mother-'/><category term='tsuji nozomi'/><category term='diary'/><category term='geld'/><category term='Nonotan'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='Zoe'/><category term='後藤真希'/><category term='辻希美'/><category term='Marathon'/><category term='kleider'/><category term='2006'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='dir en grey'/><category term='herz'/><category term='kleidung'/><category term='owned'/><category term='maki goto'/><category term='gedicht'/><category term='のん'/><title type='text'>chloelenne.blogspot.com Everyone´s favorite blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Lucid dream Inception</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6160280304604272567</id><published>2012-03-11T08:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T10:59:07.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3月11日</title><content type='html'>Is a Magical Number like 9 11.&lt;br /&gt;Today we reached one Year after the tragic day in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/33mwuo6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/33mwuo6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So many sad things happend on only 1 Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On TV i saw Documentation.&lt;br /&gt;A Couple. They had a Dog and 2 Cats. They all living near to Fukushima. The Couple leaved but comes back all 4 Days for feeding the Animals.&lt;br /&gt;But one day it was not possible. The radiation was too high.&lt;br /&gt;They came back a last time to give they beloved Pets food. &lt;br /&gt;The woman loosened the leash and ran toward the car. The dog leash is made ​​of loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ran after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so heartbreaking, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During filming in the car they filmed the dog running after the car.&lt;br /&gt;They had to let him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can imagine the feelings. How hard it must be leaving your Dog.&lt;br /&gt;It is heartbreaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on Tumblr and it is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Japan" border="0" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2heylww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“My battery is about dead. Younger sister has stopped saying it hurts so it looks like she has died. How is Saitama? I was hoping to go to Disneyland again with you Dad. Dad, thank you for all that you’ve done for us. I love you Dad. Thank you so mu….”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The illustrator adds the ages of the two sisters who died, 14 and 17, and the age of the father who showed her the message on the cellphone, 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the luck that no friend was injured. I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;But i remember how much i cried knowing nothing about the situation, about "are they ok?", about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese People seems to be very strong.&lt;br /&gt;They started to build everything. They care for each other, helping, living, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this would happen in Germany, the People would run back and forth like frightened chicken..&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;改めて震災の犠牲となられた方々の、ご冥福をお祈りいたします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;私は毎日覚えています。日本&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/23wwt9x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MMyXAKieO0o?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6160280304604272567?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6160280304604272567/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6160280304604272567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6160280304604272567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6160280304604272567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/311.html' title='3月11日'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/33mwuo6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6941815503121556537</id><published>2012-03-08T14:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T15:15:55.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigg Life</title><content type='html'>Todays Post will be in German, because i wanna tell German People how to play this cute Game.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kom4OLC3Ibw/T1ik20zGmOI/AAAAAAAACzw/DofTNwif83w/s1600/PIGGLIFE+%283%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kom4OLC3Ibw/T1ik20zGmOI/AAAAAAAACzw/DofTNwif83w/s320/PIGGLIFE+%283%29.png" width="320"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pigg Life ist ein Spiel, dass man bei Ameba spielen kann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hast du manchmal auch überhaupt keine Ahnung, was zu tun ist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vielleicht hilft dir das hier ein bisschen weiter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmDd_0ilcgI/T1ik98lh_AI/AAAAAAAAC04/q3bqUSp1K-A/s1600/PIGGLIFE.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="39" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmDd_0ilcgI/T1ik98lh_AI/AAAAAAAAC04/q3bqUSp1K-A/s320/PIGGLIFE.png" width="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dieser Balken zeigt die verschiedenen Level an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/pigg-life.html#more"&gt;more ~♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6941815503121556537?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6941815503121556537/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6941815503121556537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6941815503121556537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6941815503121556537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/pigg-life.html' title='Pigg Life'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kom4OLC3Ibw/T1ik20zGmOI/AAAAAAAACzw/DofTNwif83w/s72-c/PIGGLIFE+%283%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3854085115168506014</id><published>2012-03-06T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T17:19:44.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Day</title><content type='html'>Finally we have good Days with very good Weather! Still cold, but ok with the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mL4n6AxBVo/T1YutzmuBrI/AAAAAAAACvI/VoIzuTPnfcI/s1600/63+%252810%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mL4n6AxBVo/T1YutzmuBrI/AAAAAAAACvI/VoIzuTPnfcI/s320/63+%252810%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spring is really coming! I am so happy, the dark Days are over and  Flowers will come, Birds are singing and i am maybe fall in Love...&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/21.gif" /&gt; Isn't it awesome!?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use my Days as possible as i can do. So i went out, to shooting some Pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoL7Fx5W27A/T1YvEy9bBzI/AAAAAAAACvg/4z5uZVSZJ6A/s1600/63+%252813%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoL7Fx5W27A/T1YvEy9bBzI/AAAAAAAACvg/4z5uZVSZJ6A/s320/63+%252813%2529.png" width="206" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Making me pretty. Aww i love this Pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBo_cqf_j4A/T1YuyYinlsI/AAAAAAAACvQ/h05TP2vkXiU/s1600/63+%252811%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBo_cqf_j4A/T1YuyYinlsI/AAAAAAAACvQ/h05TP2vkXiU/s320/63+%252811%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was listening to Shokotans Album Cosmic Inflation while doing the Pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O6Uzqy6gKk/T1Yu7TA6xEI/AAAAAAAACvY/FLO8TRtM_SA/s1600/63+%252812%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2O6Uzqy6gKk/T1Yu7TA6xEI/AAAAAAAACvY/FLO8TRtM_SA/s320/63+%252812%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before a Shooting i always take Probe Photos. Ah it was really cold at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkzstPLjCtU/T1YvINWJDjI/AAAAAAAACvo/9TOmk9-SpyI/s1600/63+%252814%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkzstPLjCtU/T1YvINWJDjI/AAAAAAAACvo/9TOmk9-SpyI/s320/63+%252814%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wore a COCOLULU Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80WVgnmCPJk/T1YvL6LrRlI/AAAAAAAACvw/CXC80XW7KnI/s1600/63+%252815%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80WVgnmCPJk/T1YvL6LrRlI/AAAAAAAACvw/CXC80XW7KnI/s320/63+%252815%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v(^^)b nihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIly2YNi6hY/T1Yvag3o0ZI/AAAAAAAACwI/KKr40dlZLLo/s1600/63+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIly2YNi6hY/T1Yvag3o0ZI/AAAAAAAACwI/KKr40dlZLLo/s320/63+%25282%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tuner was with me out, but he is horny....So I had him the whole time to let leash. (haha) He wants any Doglady to make some new Babys. But he himself is still a Baby. ;_; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsLWpd_o5PI/T1YvjGlwb9I/AAAAAAAACwY/lQLcjJS_awc/s1600/63+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsLWpd_o5PI/T1YvjGlwb9I/AAAAAAAACwY/lQLcjJS_awc/s320/63+%25284%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you may know, i truly love blue heaven. It makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMtzFi9Ix40/T1Yvm2oGyDI/AAAAAAAACwg/sQWnBO2rCKY/s1600/63+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMtzFi9Ix40/T1Yvm2oGyDI/AAAAAAAACwg/sQWnBO2rCKY/s320/63+%25285%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And pink... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV9c1hsFcc0/T1YvsbdkYOI/AAAAAAAACww/2QHLjReJiPw/s1600/63+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV9c1hsFcc0/T1YvsbdkYOI/AAAAAAAACww/2QHLjReJiPw/s320/63+%25287%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;more blue heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRyQ3p0Eu1g/T1Yv4exi3wI/AAAAAAAACxI/ZI5gCNm-3Vs/s1600/63.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRyQ3p0Eu1g/T1Yv4exi3wI/AAAAAAAACxI/ZI5gCNm-3Vs/s320/63.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My beautiful Lashes. Still not perfect sitting, but that is so ok for me.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/60e0370557ddedeba342209541669ef7f01a554c.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2b9g6YUkU/T1Yvv6fElPI/AAAAAAAACw4/m6dTLk55G7o/s1600/63+%25288%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2b9g6YUkU/T1Yvv6fElPI/AAAAAAAACw4/m6dTLk55G7o/s320/63+%25288%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;again blue heaven.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTFdOrkavO0/T1YvyzJWiaI/AAAAAAAACxA/FPOXBhGHamc/s1600/63+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTFdOrkavO0/T1YvyzJWiaI/AAAAAAAACxA/FPOXBhGHamc/s320/63+%25289%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VP8IpIvqjE/T1YvVSDGZeI/AAAAAAAACwA/v4VCuhgphgc/s1600/63+%252817%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VP8IpIvqjE/T1YvVSDGZeI/AAAAAAAACwA/v4VCuhgphgc/s320/63+%252817%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some Pics after the Shoot at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCCOqI023Z8/T1YvgAfCI6I/AAAAAAAACwQ/b9t0qhcc4Ek/s1600/63+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCCOqI023Z8/T1YvgAfCI6I/AAAAAAAACwQ/b9t0qhcc4Ek/s320/63+%25283%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYuz-AtSHVo/T1YvQosNx3I/AAAAAAAACv4/B3VAUMlfnz0/s1600/63+%252816%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYuz-AtSHVo/T1YvQosNx3I/AAAAAAAACv4/B3VAUMlfnz0/s320/63+%252816%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdROQopOCpY/T1Yvpz2dH6I/AAAAAAAACwo/9ga4gTxtCvY/s1600/63+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdROQopOCpY/T1Yvpz2dH6I/AAAAAAAACwo/9ga4gTxtCvY/s320/63+%25286%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/49.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/49.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/49.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/49.gif" /&gt; I have some new Header Pics too! Did you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/End/7c4b9356e8210445abd4677ee62daea8f4bffda5.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/c6a6f9fe29f3c0114ddb4dbf6ff65edb87825ea2.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;delongkree and me decided to switch. She will leave this Blog and making her own one. It is still in progress but i wanna share a sample of her Layout, 'cause it is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0amJMxXgIg/T1Y0yMY21BI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rpwWyNqkpzk/s1600/cldk.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0amJMxXgIg/T1Y0yMY21BI/AAAAAAAACxQ/rpwWyNqkpzk/s320/cldk.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;gorgeous!!!!&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/fb82fa4e9ad727d9aadcc46d9bf4a0918bbd3359.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-3854085115168506014?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3854085115168506014/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3854085115168506014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3854085115168506014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3854085115168506014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/colorful-day.html' title='Colorful Day'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mL4n6AxBVo/T1YutzmuBrI/AAAAAAAACvI/VoIzuTPnfcI/s72-c/63+%252810%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2259635982735576419</id><published>2012-03-04T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T17:41:27.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>March4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3PQvubvKOM/T1OVsL69III/AAAAAAAACuQ/VgkffohQoU4/s1600/march4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3PQvubvKOM/T1OVsL69III/AAAAAAAACuQ/VgkffohQoU4/s640/march4.png" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Hallo/hallo3.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What an awesome blue Heaven today we had!!!&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/38.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was out with Tuner first and then with Tuner and Chris. He took some Pictures and here is one of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdSt7sUhbB8/T1OVLoijvBI/AAAAAAAACtQ/DSAq0zXkOew/s1600/march4+%282%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdSt7sUhbB8/T1OVLoijvBI/AAAAAAAACtQ/DSAq0zXkOew/s400/march4+%282%29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why i am walking here alone? Because Chris wanted to walk on another Place as I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/TodaysCode/todayscode12.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SV8M6v2DcgY/T1OVOck6gwI/AAAAAAAACtY/it6uYurkqTI/s1600/march4+%283%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SV8M6v2DcgY/T1OVOck6gwI/AAAAAAAACtY/it6uYurkqTI/s400/march4+%283%29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vH-BeFNfas/T1OVRYTeLpI/AAAAAAAACtg/2bEBRM3d0ck/s1600/march4+%284%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vH-BeFNfas/T1OVRYTeLpI/AAAAAAAACtg/2bEBRM3d0ck/s400/march4+%284%29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Heart Necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtFJdhLizv8/T1OVU9l5SqI/AAAAAAAACto/j7xav61kgwY/s1600/march4+%285%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtFJdhLizv8/T1OVU9l5SqI/AAAAAAAACto/j7xav61kgwY/s400/march4+%285%29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWWz1o5D3Aw/T1OVa94tQBI/AAAAAAAACtw/MSE3ZJSItlc/s1600/march4+%286%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWWz1o5D3Aw/T1OVa94tQBI/AAAAAAAACtw/MSE3ZJSItlc/s320/march4+%286%29.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Kitty earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2NZdN1PUj8/T1OVeuG1GdI/AAAAAAAACt4/r520IoR_L98/s1600/march4+%287%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2NZdN1PUj8/T1OVeuG1GdI/AAAAAAAACt4/r520IoR_L98/s320/march4+%287%29.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COCOLULU Jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgkHBR8Rhbs/T1OVhuyVApI/AAAAAAAACuA/bKedb0y-kwA/s1600/march4+%288%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgkHBR8Rhbs/T1OVhuyVApI/AAAAAAAACuA/bKedb0y-kwA/s400/march4+%288%29.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;black, white and grey Eyeshadow. Red sparkle Lipgloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-Ygz0KW0t0/T1OVm92aJJI/AAAAAAAACuI/uSfaAFSXlBE/s1600/march4+%289%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-Ygz0KW0t0/T1OVm92aJJI/AAAAAAAACuI/uSfaAFSXlBE/s320/march4+%289%29.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Hair Ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mYzej3Ozog/T1OZ5G6ugkI/AAAAAAAACuY/78-2NhdjDlU/s1600/DSCF3350.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mYzej3Ozog/T1OZ5G6ugkI/AAAAAAAACuY/78-2NhdjDlU/s320/DSCF3350.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Day was really nice. Many People were walking with their Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Spring is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/ByeBye/byebye8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2259635982735576419?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2259635982735576419/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2259635982735576419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2259635982735576419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2259635982735576419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-awesome-blue-heaven-today-we-had-i.html' title='March4th'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3PQvubvKOM/T1OVsL69III/AAAAAAAACuQ/VgkffohQoU4/s72-c/march4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8200803889904842315</id><published>2012-03-04T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T17:07:09.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Todays Dinner looked like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPinG7srt3M/T1OSjiXC3rI/AAAAAAAACtA/KC3ef57fpQU/s1600/DSCF3260.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPinG7srt3M/T1OSjiXC3rI/AAAAAAAACtA/KC3ef57fpQU/s320/DSCF3260.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chicken,&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/38.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/38.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Hearts/38.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMy19gynGWY/T1OSnfwGU8I/AAAAAAAACtI/0q-Bartv0gA/s1600/DSCF3261.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMy19gynGWY/T1OSnfwGU8I/AAAAAAAACtI/0q-Bartv0gA/s320/DSCF3261.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It makes me so full. (haha) &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Disney/Big%20Faces/ennuye.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8200803889904842315?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8200803889904842315/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8200803889904842315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8200803889904842315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8200803889904842315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPinG7srt3M/T1OSjiXC3rI/AAAAAAAACtA/KC3ef57fpQU/s72-c/DSCF3260.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8586151993049251567</id><published>2012-03-04T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T12:22:17.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>♪ Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DkgySDRHri8/T1NN4WQdNiI/AAAAAAAACsg/FsiZ7ewpO7w/s1600/DSCF3248.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DkgySDRHri8/T1NN4WQdNiI/AAAAAAAACsg/FsiZ7ewpO7w/s320/DSCF3248.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kana Nishino (西野カナ)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was listening all day to her. She has a very lovely, cute Voice. I really enjoy listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZFW-1r2x5M/T1NN7ZW3vhI/AAAAAAAACso/nNiwqCdcxvI/s1600/DSCF3249.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZFW-1r2x5M/T1NN7ZW3vhI/AAAAAAAACso/nNiwqCdcxvI/s320/DSCF3249.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Kana's Album to LOVE. I got it as a present from my japanese Friend long time ago and still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyDrW1AecUU/T1NN-PAv-LI/AAAAAAAACsw/MxJhgo9p0j8/s1600/DSCF3257.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyDrW1AecUU/T1NN-PAv-LI/AAAAAAAACsw/MxJhgo9p0j8/s320/DSCF3257.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not wearing any Make up today. I think it would looking better with some smokey eyes. But it's Sunday and i don't wanna go out today haha.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/adbce8dee0814b8a00842cbc0bc6367379cea097.gif" /&gt; And i am Lazy.....&lt;br /&gt;I have to work against laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDfe0jY6ZXo/T1NOBNfZPhI/AAAAAAAACs4/7tdkHuYvpCo/s1600/DSCF3258.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDfe0jY6ZXo/T1NOBNfZPhI/AAAAAAAACs4/7tdkHuYvpCo/s320/DSCF3258.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kana is realising a new Single on Wednesday, called Sakura i love you? . I am looking forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently updating the Smilies Section for you. You will get a Link later, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/ByeBye/byebye.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8586151993049251567?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8586151993049251567/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8586151993049251567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8586151993049251567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8586151993049251567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/music.html' title='♪ Music'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DkgySDRHri8/T1NN4WQdNiI/AAAAAAAACsg/FsiZ7ewpO7w/s72-c/DSCF3248.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-1671159337031829039</id><published>2012-03-03T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T18:18:18.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuOqSQNxl3Y/T1JO16iZ0hI/AAAAAAAACr4/9rTOo5Sahk8/s1600/DSCF3106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuOqSQNxl3Y/T1JO16iZ0hI/AAAAAAAACr4/9rTOo5Sahk8/s320/DSCF3106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuner and i went walking. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/979e15c64ffa641fa9f0c5aed54d6a404e7285e1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1REWir7jYU/T1JO6lZIhsI/AAAAAAAACsA/Ys_XKAPQZ-4/s1600/DSCF3107.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1REWir7jYU/T1JO6lZIhsI/AAAAAAAACsA/Ys_XKAPQZ-4/s320/DSCF3107.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wuff Wuff!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MYgX_FuT3E/T1JO-CfWLuI/AAAAAAAACsI/EIT7SAXGCv4/s1600/DSCF3108.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MYgX_FuT3E/T1JO-CfWLuI/AAAAAAAACsI/EIT7SAXGCv4/s320/DSCF3108.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It becames dark. And then Tuner saw his old Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrKavXho_cQ/T1JPBSG-5II/AAAAAAAACsQ/VzzCe5znjZ0/s1600/DSCF3109.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrKavXho_cQ/T1JPBSG-5II/AAAAAAAACsQ/VzzCe5znjZ0/s320/DSCF3109.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meowh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes Tuner and this cute Kitty are friends! I don't know why, but Tuner is not wuffing.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty went to a Tree and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm3dwUgb7VE/T1JPDk1MVPI/AAAAAAAACsY/jygBTuZvX2A/s1600/DSCF3111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm3dwUgb7VE/T1JPDk1MVPI/AAAAAAAACsY/jygBTuZvX2A/s320/DSCF3111.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meowh!&lt;br /&gt;So Tuner and i went too and leave her alone.  &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/7e81601b0384ba3b293e4a5b5c194be50b38e33c.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a walk with Tuner is refreshing my Soul. It is really nice and i do it almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;He is Happy and me too. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/ab9b2e3b97135db661eea0cbac9868717d4830cd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/End/a90f321f4aa7b74a405b269a2182eb2854212cfa.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-1671159337031829039?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1671159337031829039/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=1671159337031829039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1671159337031829039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1671159337031829039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuOqSQNxl3Y/T1JO16iZ0hI/AAAAAAAACr4/9rTOo5Sahk8/s72-c/DSCF3106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-376859968494560649</id><published>2012-03-03T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T17:58:30.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDbwnABQhOM/T1JIVylVgcI/AAAAAAAACro/6WMyIZUItRE/s1600/marchspring+%286%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDbwnABQhOM/T1JIVylVgcI/AAAAAAAACro/6WMyIZUItRE/s640/marchspring+%286%29.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today &lt;img height="20" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TsPpoZyQpPk/TsoX0nuTN6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-Btj8WDo7bo/s800/o0020002011610065023.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was such a beautiful Day.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Heaven, some Clouds and a happy Chloe-Lenne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9xO09-NC8/T1JIILh4o1I/AAAAAAAACrQ/frFoZFDfGYs/s1600/marchspring+%283%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8A9xO09-NC8/T1JIILh4o1I/AAAAAAAACrQ/frFoZFDfGYs/s320/marchspring+%283%29.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumping smiling Chloe-Lenne.&lt;img height="20" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4VNdIu5TiEY/Tso1rvSzccI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EYpNlaLftA8/s800/o0020002011558753564.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the day. Spring is coming! &lt;img height="20" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6ixkxuDvDQs/TsoXxwt1oVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/3fJ_jt8wuWI/s800/o0020002011621646572.gif" width="20" /&gt; Can you smell it?? &lt;img height="20" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rwQfSCY38TE/TsorAAjP_DI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NYFjf0MTAVs/s800/o0020002011546746929.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdNJN7mx2bY/T1JIEtjc-hI/AAAAAAAACrI/lAsfpgoP9Hk/s1600/marchspring+%282%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdNJN7mx2bY/T1JIEtjc-hI/AAAAAAAACrI/lAsfpgoP9Hk/s320/marchspring+%282%29.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was out with Tuner, the Dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See what a pretty Picture Moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpyjCLRG1b4/T1JITsExioI/AAAAAAAACrg/GoChrvtfpVU/s1600/marchspring+%285%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpyjCLRG1b4/T1JITsExioI/AAAAAAAACrg/GoChrvtfpVU/s320/marchspring+%285%29.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Nails are black painted, because of the bad Days i had lately.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanna looking forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;No more bad Post about bad Memories.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can be a happy Person. Not a bad one. I wanna Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vDtdwIiA0Y/T1JIQssj6nI/AAAAAAAACrY/g_ABk14kPgc/s1600/marchspring+%284%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vDtdwIiA0Y/T1JIQssj6nI/AAAAAAAACrY/g_ABk14kPgc/s320/marchspring+%284%29.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hihi &lt;img height="20" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kujCp0PQ6aw/Tso1nLDp3vI/AAAAAAAAA9I/csVbMAAkKIk/s800/o0020002011558378571.gif" width="20" /&gt; I played with Tuner alot today. And now he is sleeping. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/f6389df13d7ddd1942443bc2e7179c90fd30c539.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKNrN1L34G4/T1JIXzmdd7I/AAAAAAAACrw/SFJnr4t-334/s1600/marchspring.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKNrN1L34G4/T1JIXzmdd7I/AAAAAAAACrw/SFJnr4t-334/s320/marchspring.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/be3262325140498910bf2ca2d8655bb9c855bb8e.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy and go out if the Sun is shining and the blue heaven is there. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/028ca477c4a7c6df441239fa53bfcd72d0fea995.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-376859968494560649?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/376859968494560649/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=376859968494560649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/376859968494560649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/376859968494560649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/03/march-3th.html' title='March 3th'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDbwnABQhOM/T1JIVylVgcI/AAAAAAAACro/6WMyIZUItRE/s72-c/marchspring+%286%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4166455041548007196</id><published>2012-02-28T12:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T12:14:42.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If a Girl has Pink hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_E1ohpGVnQ/T0y1RHpA8EI/AAAAAAAACnw/PlHSZmHSHLE/s1600/DSCF3012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_E1ohpGVnQ/T0y1RHpA8EI/AAAAAAAACnw/PlHSZmHSHLE/s320/DSCF3012.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's so cute!!!!!! Don't wanna write anything. Just take a look. Pictures say more than 100000 Words, right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avGh-THLRuw/T0y1Xumvq5I/AAAAAAAACn4/kEZBT8fR-I4/s1600/DSCF3037.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avGh-THLRuw/T0y1Xumvq5I/AAAAAAAACn4/kEZBT8fR-I4/s320/DSCF3037.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un7RyDruDXk/T0y1dmlqALI/AAAAAAAACoA/kUZ9E7yqr-4/s1600/DSCF3056.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un7RyDruDXk/T0y1dmlqALI/AAAAAAAACoA/kUZ9E7yqr-4/s320/DSCF3056.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPOBgwQGPfg/T0y1hapdZLI/AAAAAAAACoI/av_yeF1PSy0/s1600/DSCF3080.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPOBgwQGPfg/T0y1hapdZLI/AAAAAAAACoI/av_yeF1PSy0/s320/DSCF3080.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0lnmEg8tMM/T0y1j8JPfLI/AAAAAAAACoQ/O-_-fxHDWGc/s1600/DSCF3093.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0lnmEg8tMM/T0y1j8JPfLI/AAAAAAAACoQ/O-_-fxHDWGc/s320/DSCF3093.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-nfIj17OE/T0y1nG9eJ0I/AAAAAAAACoY/ssIN9fOBIcQ/s1600/DSCF3095.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-nfIj17OE/T0y1nG9eJ0I/AAAAAAAACoY/ssIN9fOBIcQ/s320/DSCF3095.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EA8xKbEh9JI/T0y1qcv9v6I/AAAAAAAACog/DQ4a3gdfv9M/s1600/DSCF3096.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EA8xKbEh9JI/T0y1qcv9v6I/AAAAAAAACog/DQ4a3gdfv9M/s320/DSCF3096.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A99gO6Yx5VU/T0y1rR-9oiI/AAAAAAAACok/reDyhT_ylBc/s1600/tweetprincess.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A99gO6Yx5VU/T0y1rR-9oiI/AAAAAAAACok/reDyhT_ylBc/s1600/tweetprincess.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my Twitter Pic for a Moment :] Wanna made a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now i am hungry. But Tuner wants to go out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So see ya later :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-4166455041548007196?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4166455041548007196/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4166455041548007196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4166455041548007196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4166455041548007196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-girl-has-pink-hair.html' title='If a Girl has Pink hair'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_E1ohpGVnQ/T0y1RHpA8EI/AAAAAAAACnw/PlHSZmHSHLE/s72-c/DSCF3012.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-7484766617314107096</id><published>2012-02-26T10:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T22:27:20.373+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Hogan'/><title type='text'>Dear 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This Song is somehow the Story of my Life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the Lyrics! (I hope, to Brooke Hogan, it's ok, i am using them here. If not please Tweet me under ChloeLenne.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s such a shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;when someone you were born to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;isn’t that person anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;this one’s for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but you gotta change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;when you said that you would never change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;was it true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;and do it to save all we had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;oh would you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how could you give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how could you do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;why did you leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;and when you come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;spending all your time with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;you can’t even see Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;selfish, what you is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how you mistreated your own kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how could you do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I know we don’t talk now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how could you turn your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;on me now i’m walkin’ out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;cause I didn’t do anything to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;gave you the best that I can and it’s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I tried I just cant help you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(Cant save the love we built)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gotta move on with out you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I should’ve moved on from the pain that I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but I chose to love you, the shit that you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(i’ve learned to live without you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(its not the girl, its the truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)(you)(you)(you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;manipulating, is that what you can do to your baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Cause i’m gonna’ love you no matter what you were sayin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how could you turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;and forget those sunny days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but were they the sunny days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;or was it the game you played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;perfect little doll, that you can toy with its master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;how can you be criticizing me when you fucked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I never made you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I never told you lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;that’s all you do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;so what is you mad about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;cause I didn’t do anything to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gave you the best that I can and it’s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I tried I just cant help you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(Cant save the love we built)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gotta move on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I should’ve moved on from the pain that I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but I chose to love you, the shit that you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I’ve learned to live without you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(Its not the girl,its the truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)(you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)(you)(you)(you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(you)* (oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;How was I the screw up and you were the best mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I wasn’t that perfect and you took the long road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;the role is reversing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;the tables are turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I didn’t deserve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but thank god i’m learnin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I can just imagine what you’re doing doing with your days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;smokin’ all your cares away and having a play date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;too bad I found out what you were really about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I know it wont screw your day but momma I gotta say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;that I didn’t do anything to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gave you the best that I can and it’s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I tried I just cant help you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(Cant save the love we built)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gotta move on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I should’ve moved on from the pain that I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but I chose to love you, the shit that you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I’ve learned to live without you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(its not the girl, its the truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(arguement between Brooke and Linda, most is inaudable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;“dont come to me when you need﻿ help, i’m not helping you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;get your little ass right out of my house” )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;get outta my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;stressing me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;momma get outta my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;you and your man can go live at your place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(your lies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s all this shit I can’t take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;cause I didn’t do anything to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gave you the best that I can and it’s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I tried I just cant help you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I still love you, but)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(ohh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I gotta move on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I gotta move on without you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I should’ve moved on from the pain that I felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;but I chose to love you, the shit that you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(I’ve learned to live without you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;(its not the girl, its the truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;it’s better to live than love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the Moron Minions: I know you will report this to your Queen: Learn English k. But i know you Love fucking up our Family. I know you will destroy us. But yu know what? You already did it. Since Years. And i hate you both. And it's OK for me that you not allow me being near your son. You both didn't gave us any Chance. We will never become Aunt and Nephew. No matter what i would do. No matter how hard I try I'd. We are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate you both from the bottom of my Heart. I am happy when Mom moves, because i won't see&lt;b&gt; YOU both&lt;/b&gt; never again. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that, you fucking Motherfuckers! &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Lines/0322d75ffc453e383bfc9329ad02f7e6c30dd6ec.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Question:&lt;br /&gt;What will you both do if this new Guy will kill her or beat?&lt;br /&gt;What you really know of this new Guy?&lt;br /&gt;If she get killed, i wanna see you at the Funeral and be prepared, that Psycho will come out of me ( As you love to call me.) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="st" style="color: red;"&gt;┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-7484766617314107096?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7484766617314107096/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=7484766617314107096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7484766617314107096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7484766617314107096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom...'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i26v4Sz_MVM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8317874707890131524</id><published>2012-02-25T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T19:21:17.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delongkree'/><title type='text'>✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Happy%20Birthday/85b7f31c4546ee1e80fdaadee3ac05275448f89f.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned 16 on  February 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being old (haha ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we, that means Saira, Jay, Chris and Richi went to the Sonic. Oh and me of course too. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/ab35f1cafe62d6ef46cbb35cbfef6c16036b7484.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We sat at our Place all Night long and had super fun. I am happy. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/adbce8dee0814b8a00842cbc0bc6367379cea097.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing at the Word tipsy. I had to say this Word all Night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/CL/cl.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy tipsy tipsy&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/60e0370557ddedeba342209541669ef7f01a554c.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i walked to the Bar for getting a new Drink.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Luke, while waiting for my Drink. The Bartender doesn't wanted to give me a Drink cause i am too young. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/bdbb341182bc79e8fe6504280f297219c21bfa9e.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll become somehow evil. But i was nice when i say:&lt;br /&gt;Gimme MY Drink now! &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/434d1365752bc9efc46bebe3f0581657d0077e00.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a huhm i don't drink Alcohol...normaly. But this one was so yummy and i wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;Something strawberry, blueberry mix. YUM&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Lines/3add3127617cd879c5ef775b2434f70743676008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun no what i talked with Luke or if i said anything. I just remembered seeing him at the Bar.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my lovely, sexy Boyfriend....&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Lines/c08a46fb91879c65e07f09bc0e2539cded9e42ad.gif" /&gt; sitting next on his shoulder, being super happy. Maybe i was drunk, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;The Music was fantastic; Rihanna, Radiohead, Muse, Placebo &amp;amp; more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/cd84fa3c3a7d835f82c2c21dbe01a74436f3c161.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing with Jay all Night long. Well...with pauses to breath.&lt;br /&gt;After saying Tipsy tipsy tipsy&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/60e0370557ddedeba342209541669ef7f01a554c.gif" /&gt; way to much for the taste of my friends and the fact, i am walking back and forth, Jay and i leave the Party..&lt;br /&gt;Sad you think? End of the Day? A hum! You don't know. The Big one will come now.&lt;br /&gt;We were in his Stretch-Limousine. I lay (on Jay...... bahahahahaha )&lt;br /&gt;I was lying and saw the Stars. It was beautiful. The Car drove and you can laid up while watching Stars. (fuu dun no if this sentence makes sense.) Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Jay was over me. Sitting. And then... &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/7a4e1ce172b0756849985df2264f489669988ccb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;not really...yet.&lt;br /&gt;He touched me. Yes even there, too. &lt;br /&gt;My goodneess God was it good.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/9f382503dc7cd8ff47b0b03652c9e6d9629f9ad9.gif" /&gt; It was like being in heaven. Not that I was already there. But I imagine my paradise like this. Not too slow, not too fast. Exactly what i want. He is good. I can say. He is incredible. I can't compare but i don't want that. Don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Before finishing our Paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at home. His Palace. Yup i call his Home Palace because it is so huge. Insane huge.&lt;br /&gt;When we were in his room ... It happend. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having Sex... 2 Important things happend.&lt;br /&gt;( btw. my first time ever)&lt;br /&gt;1. He said: &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;I Love you&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/a7355f1168f18cb6170edc25ffbe5d73ac3d22b3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got sick and I had to throw up. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/9aacce1a16d167ea05154fbda28596ff649e41e4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was to hard. He pushed too hard into me.&lt;br /&gt;But I made ​​it to the bathroom before anything came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUUUUU &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/0b3a0db3e8531107b0c906941ea924983a6e806e.gif" /&gt; How super&lt;b&gt; awkward&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what happen, when you have alcohol in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/c6a6f9fe29f3c0114ddb4dbf6ff65edb87825ea2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jay told me the 3 magical Words, after i vomit while being horny like insane,.... when is the right time telling him: I Love you. ?&lt;br /&gt;We didn't said anything about my little swoop. Looking at him is good. He is smexy Sexy. And he don't look to me like: Ewww disgusting cow. Vomit while we let the walls shake.&lt;br /&gt;He looks more like: I love this woman so much. Sexy cow.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and being like usual. Just the Jay i Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i say it to him at School on Monday? Should i say it to him in a Month? Or is this too late? Should i say it right now after publish this Post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/b25f19f8533c305c4e748240d3330623db15bea4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am hungry. There is some cake. &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/bcbb5215777231673998a6399464819755a621b8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/8275cd955b71eac6c60a5acf087f145090392975.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Chloe-Lenne delongkree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Smilies/679525054df35e1bb8e2f77507684ad98f81cba6.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8317874707890131524?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8317874707890131524/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8317874707890131524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8317874707890131524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8317874707890131524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1242.photobucket.com/albums/gg522/ChloeLenne/Happy%20Birthday/th_85b7f31c4546ee1e80fdaadee3ac05275448f89f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-7682222251359310626</id><published>2012-02-25T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T09:51:06.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Youtube Layout's</title><content type='html'>Youtube changing its Layout on March 17 so i decided it's time to look back how my Channel looked through the Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvsp0hq7mk0/T0iex5zHtxI/AAAAAAAACmg/UHI2txqhYXE/s1600/cl1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvsp0hq7mk0/T0iex5zHtxI/AAAAAAAACmg/UHI2txqhYXE/s320/cl1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the composition of black and pink very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i11D83XEVfU/T0ie0SnpUVI/AAAAAAAACmo/TNzV7OF-Mog/s1600/cl2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i11D83XEVfU/T0ie0SnpUVI/AAAAAAAACmo/TNzV7OF-Mog/s320/cl2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one contains the background from Tsuji Nozomi's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu0sJbIl9cE/T0ie9DgBlTI/AAAAAAAACmw/vRruMqto0fA/s1600/cl3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu0sJbIl9cE/T0ie9DgBlTI/AAAAAAAACmw/vRruMqto0fA/s320/cl3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Golden phase. Loving all gold and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apmRsBT_IQk/T0ifA8dkPlI/AAAAAAAACm4/OqXzciBUIf4/s1600/cl4+herbst2010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apmRsBT_IQk/T0ifA8dkPlI/AAAAAAAACm4/OqXzciBUIf4/s320/cl4+herbst2010.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had this one in autumn 2010. Contains a selfmade Background and much black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFeF2Pv_IV0/T0ifDIVV_jI/AAAAAAAACnA/0Hvo4CH6N8I/s1600/cl5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFeF2Pv_IV0/T0ifDIVV_jI/AAAAAAAACnA/0Hvo4CH6N8I/s320/cl5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just pink Princess without an Backgroundimage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDbu4QhiVV4/T0ifF_XxHrI/AAAAAAAACnI/ASJsLBzHjtE/s1600/yt+layout1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDbu4QhiVV4/T0ifF_XxHrI/AAAAAAAACnI/ASJsLBzHjtE/s320/yt+layout1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDdp2suhUQk/T0ifHVVu_YI/AAAAAAAACnQ/GMZhDKsXVc0/s1600/yt+layout2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDdp2suhUQk/T0ifHVVu_YI/AAAAAAAACnQ/GMZhDKsXVc0/s320/yt+layout2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were super colorful but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8kwzeHRwtM/T0igyhn9mWI/AAAAAAAACnY/1aFVMQNCoU0/s1600/clnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8kwzeHRwtM/T0igyhn9mWI/AAAAAAAACnY/1aFVMQNCoU0/s320/clnow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just GREY. A bunch of GREY. You can't change it and i hate it. I want it colorful again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-7682222251359310626?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7682222251359310626/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=7682222251359310626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7682222251359310626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7682222251359310626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-youtube-layouts.html' title='Old Youtube Layout&apos;s'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvsp0hq7mk0/T0iex5zHtxI/AAAAAAAACmg/UHI2txqhYXE/s72-c/cl1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3383893436938915758</id><published>2012-02-23T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:32:06.183+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every Girl Loves Make up, right?&lt;br /&gt;Every Girl Loves watching Make up Product's, right?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's time to share with you, what i own. What my Style is.&lt;br /&gt;I am not wearing Make up often, but i like the magic effect. Always seeing yourself in a Mirror more prettier than before. It is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0g10Z2s87Q/T0YrOyb7YnI/AAAAAAAACko/agjFzH4OBTA/s1600/clmakeup+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0g10Z2s87Q/T0YrOyb7YnI/AAAAAAAACko/agjFzH4OBTA/s320/clmakeup+%25285%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's start with my Lipgloss and Lipstick Collection.&lt;br /&gt;I had more before however, some thrown away. Too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind there are the fake lashes. I have a total of 8 now. 4 of them i got for only 1€ !!!!&lt;br /&gt;To the Left you can find all Lipstics. Mostly rose or pink. Then there are 3 Eyeshadows in blue, rosa and green. Very nice ones. They are perfect for Summer cause they have a cold effect.&lt;br /&gt;Lipglosses are mostly Nude Look. I love Nude Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8bmWg_eWxw/T0YrUDRgZEI/AAAAAAAACkw/HICRuAhX0gw/s1600/clmakeup+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8bmWg_eWxw/T0YrUDRgZEI/AAAAAAAACkw/HICRuAhX0gw/s320/clmakeup+%25286%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwJmgkqvV0/T0YrfxCxgBI/AAAAAAAACk4/I4tdQo0j14E/s1600/clmakeup+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwJmgkqvV0/T0YrfxCxgBI/AAAAAAAACk4/I4tdQo0j14E/s320/clmakeup+%25287%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehe a Halloween Lipstick in blood red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RPYjsSyxgA/T0Yr1xTVo4I/AAAAAAAAClQ/arUBA9JOT4o/s1600/clmakeup+%25288%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RPYjsSyxgA/T0Yr1xTVo4I/AAAAAAAAClQ/arUBA9JOT4o/s320/clmakeup+%25288%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really hate the scan stickers. It is sometimes easy to settle, but often leaves a sticky film. Therefore it looks ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Td0Pr6-Vucs/T0Yrp-rnxNI/AAAAAAAAClA/ydMGxoT_S6A/s1600/clmakeup+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Td0Pr6-Vucs/T0Yrp-rnxNI/AAAAAAAAClA/ydMGxoT_S6A/s320/clmakeup+%25289%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Chanel Mascara. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to the Eyeshadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsIFSxPpY4E/T0YrviFHSsI/AAAAAAAAClI/VAPhC3ISmkY/s1600/clmakeup.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsIFSxPpY4E/T0YrviFHSsI/AAAAAAAAClI/VAPhC3ISmkY/s320/clmakeup.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much, ne? But i think every Girl has it, isn't it? I am not sure..&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i have green, brown, white, red, pink, purple, gold,...&lt;br /&gt;I mostly wear white or pink. I have that feeling, green don't match with my eyes. I have to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Pencils are important too for a good Make up.&lt;br /&gt;I have blue, white, black, pink and purple. I love using the blue ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBL0LEjNkuY/T0Yvz24CE1I/AAAAAAAAClg/jDbAny7c5Vo/s1600/clmake.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBL0LEjNkuY/T0Yvz24CE1I/AAAAAAAAClg/jDbAny7c5Vo/s320/clmake.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2Z1NlPov24/T0Yq8nDPt4I/AAAAAAAACkQ/GZwvlnRbvHA/s1600/clmakeup+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2Z1NlPov24/T0Yq8nDPt4I/AAAAAAAACkQ/GZwvlnRbvHA/s320/clmakeup+%25283%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For my Face i am using Nivea. That's all. I would like to try new creams. suggestions? My skin is very sensitive. I can't use many, cause i get a red head. poor me. Looking like a Tomatoe...&lt;br /&gt;I am using Labello for my Lips and i have some Mascara from Maybelline and Essence.&lt;br /&gt;That wonder finish Make up from Maybelline is very good. Soft, really soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail Polish.&lt;br /&gt;.... I have very many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWRjikbV6F8/T0YrIJIjpqI/AAAAAAAACkg/24UbB_v2ixU/s1600/clmakeup+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWRjikbV6F8/T0YrIJIjpqI/AAAAAAAACkg/24UbB_v2ixU/s320/clmakeup+%25284%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My broken Powder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPWqF-Vr-CQ/T0Yq-Sg4cJI/AAAAAAAACkY/sEib_Ekdnh4/s1600/clmakeup+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPWqF-Vr-CQ/T0Yq-Sg4cJI/AAAAAAAACkY/sEib_Ekdnh4/s320/clmakeup+%25282%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't throw it away, because it fulfills its purpose still. Perfect for my Porcellaine Skin.&lt;br /&gt;Now some Pictures with make up but before one without: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IYUOQPnHfM/T0Y33mj0CII/AAAAAAAAClo/0zI7RN6tjcA/s1600/Picture+1312.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IYUOQPnHfM/T0Y33mj0CII/AAAAAAAAClo/0zI7RN6tjcA/s320/Picture+1312.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;nihihihihi. well ok an old one so here a new one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l65rqbBpT0w/T0Y6K-kOa0I/AAAAAAAACmI/D21EQQIEeKw/s1600/SL372888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l65rqbBpT0w/T0Y6K-kOa0I/AAAAAAAACmI/D21EQQIEeKw/s320/SL372888.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is from my Birthday last year. Taken after i woke up. ( Yep i really look like this in the Morning. Awesome Skin. I wish i had this all day. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some with Make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-zUc5Xqja4/T0Y3_t4eq1I/AAAAAAAAClw/lTcxk25sN7g/s1600/SL370614.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-zUc5Xqja4/T0Y3_t4eq1I/AAAAAAAAClw/lTcxk25sN7g/s320/SL370614.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Always being thankful to babydoll.nu for this Mini Mouse Jacket thing whatever i forgot the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lW28FQ33GPs/T0Y4HqSlIGI/AAAAAAAACl4/Z_5lKN3vvjk/s1600/SL371380.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lW28FQ33GPs/T0Y4HqSlIGI/AAAAAAAACl4/Z_5lKN3vvjk/s320/SL371380.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Vscxol90c/T0Y4NoEJ7KI/AAAAAAAACmA/6Dtrc-NCx5Q/s1600/clmak.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Vscxol90c/T0Y4NoEJ7KI/AAAAAAAACmA/6Dtrc-NCx5Q/s320/clmak.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lovelylenne/3335082286/" title="hair von â¤ Chloe-Lenne â¤ bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="hair" height="500" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3154/3335082286_0c3af1997c.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With blue Mascara. &lt;br /&gt;And a last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtS6CGS0niI/T0Y7swdBjlI/AAAAAAAACmQ/aB-N12q0vR4/s1600/DSCF0130.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtS6CGS0niI/T0Y7swdBjlI/AAAAAAAACmQ/aB-N12q0vR4/s320/DSCF0130.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wait whut KYO from Dir En grey ..no wait all of them in the background!???????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP! I hope there is no Nymphazilla in this Pic. EWwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light was very unfavorable but...yeah i look good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see i don't wear any striking make up. Mostly natural and Just do not stand out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-3383893436938915758?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3383893436938915758/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3383893436938915758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3383893436938915758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3383893436938915758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/every-girl-loves-make-up-right-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0g10Z2s87Q/T0YrOyb7YnI/AAAAAAAACko/agjFzH4OBTA/s72-c/clmakeup+%25285%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-892045636118055566</id><published>2012-02-23T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T10:52:51.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poupeegirl's 5th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd5fmmfOfeo/T0YGz3pjovI/AAAAAAAACjA/PXAgQe3t95o/s1600/pupe5th+%286%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd5fmmfOfeo/T0YGz3pjovI/AAAAAAAACjA/PXAgQe3t95o/s1600/pupe5th+%286%29.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3D6j0cDetlA/T0YGvvz5wWI/AAAAAAAACik/dmQj_kdrZTE/s1600/pupe5th+%282%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3D6j0cDetlA/T0YGvvz5wWI/AAAAAAAACik/dmQj_kdrZTE/s1600/pupe5th+%282%29.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It has been 5 Year's now, that Poupeegirl excists and every Year they Celebrate it with an Event. So let's take a look at the 5th Anniversary!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the Pages from the Ribbon Shop:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4QbjNtRY50/T0YGwpqnhEI/AAAAAAAACis/QbIGBXpgWXs/s1600/pupe5th+%283%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4QbjNtRY50/T0YGwpqnhEI/AAAAAAAACis/QbIGBXpgWXs/s640/pupe5th+%283%29.png" width="571" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I only bought the Wallpapers here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQAYoL7SNEc/T0YGxzoE_hI/AAAAAAAACi0/us0e8x_HNRM/s1600/pupe5th+%284%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQAYoL7SNEc/T0YGxzoE_hI/AAAAAAAACi0/us0e8x_HNRM/s640/pupe5th+%284%29.png" width="574" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5W6ylla2gQ/T0YKM_YUVRI/AAAAAAAACjs/AHqzoyPWXGw/s1600/gds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5W6ylla2gQ/T0YKM_YUVRI/AAAAAAAACjs/AHqzoyPWXGw/s640/gds.png" width="578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Honestly i don't like any of these Items. They are overpriced (not that i have no Ribbons.. a huh....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyBJy2uRbDQ/T0YLqwBwxWI/AAAAAAAACkE/NrnAyqBWL-g/s1600/rich.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyBJy2uRbDQ/T0YLqwBwxWI/AAAAAAAACkE/NrnAyqBWL-g/s320/rich.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mostly looks like old Items, only slightly modified..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzIUmhvUcSE/T0YJ9k_E3kI/AAAAAAAACjc/H1hFyFYhsJw/s1600/not.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzIUmhvUcSE/T0YJ9k_E3kI/AAAAAAAACjc/H1hFyFYhsJw/s1600/not.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihPmZo2pKo/T0YKplWDyXI/AAAAAAAACj8/7e2DA0QEi0g/s1600/piio.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihPmZo2pKo/T0YKplWDyXI/AAAAAAAACj8/7e2DA0QEi0g/s1600/piio.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old one and the new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qo1nJMdu4yc/T0YKNnBPWII/AAAAAAAACjw/SvexOB7bUIM/s1600/not2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qo1nJMdu4yc/T0YKNnBPWII/AAAAAAAACjw/SvexOB7bUIM/s1600/not2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGgYH-4gP6k/T0YJ_W4RUwI/AAAAAAAACjk/D9zC5DAhNPw/s1600/notby.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGgYH-4gP6k/T0YJ_W4RUwI/AAAAAAAACjk/D9zC5DAhNPw/s1600/notby.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old one looks much better than the new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Background of Home has Changed too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Du9XvuMVbA/T0YGzO_V_sI/AAAAAAAACi8/cOlF7hA8q9w/s1600/pupe5th+%285%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Du9XvuMVbA/T0YGzO_V_sI/AAAAAAAACi8/cOlF7hA8q9w/s1600/pupe5th+%285%29.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6-Lcn1qyY/T0YG0aQAGhI/AAAAAAAACjI/_DT6ysVBfxw/s1600/pupe5th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6-Lcn1qyY/T0YG0aQAGhI/AAAAAAAACjI/_DT6ysVBfxw/s1600/pupe5th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let's go Party la la laaa la..~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3FRaHZo2C8/T0YG1PqtQEI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5FRJrFgfWIk/s1600/pupe5th.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3FRaHZo2C8/T0YG1PqtQEI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5FRJrFgfWIk/s1600/pupe5th.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my Poupee. Because she don't has any Event Items, she won't have any Drinks (bahahaha) And she needs a Dress up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihPmZo2pKo/T0YKplWDyXI/AAAAAAAACj8/7e2DA0QEi0g/s1600/piio.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihPmZo2pKo/T0YKplWDyXI/AAAAAAAACj8/7e2DA0QEi0g/s1600/piio.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha :D Already had this at the new / old ones Theme above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZE3jld_2aA/TsoXsSQWMlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tFsF8Vx3h-0/s1600/o0020002011610077005.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your Poupee! I wanna see her and give a Sutekiand a Comment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcr4BqMIs-o/TsoXtULuYmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qaLPER0a0RQ/s1600/o0020002011612243263.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcr4BqMIs-o/TsoXtULuYmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qaLPER0a0RQ/s1600/o0020002011612243263.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-892045636118055566?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/892045636118055566/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=892045636118055566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/892045636118055566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/892045636118055566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/poupeegirls-5th-anniversary.html' title='Poupeegirl&apos;s 5th Anniversary'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd5fmmfOfeo/T0YGz3pjovI/AAAAAAAACjA/PXAgQe3t95o/s72-c/pupe5th+%286%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3785185920428359561</id><published>2012-02-17T19:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:09:24.039+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delongkree'/><title type='text'>✰ peculiar fearful</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since i, Chloe-Lenne delongkree, blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i and Jay were going out. We're doing it mostly everyday. Being all day long in School and after School being together chilling. Listening to Music and just being together. Without&amp;nbsp; doing Sex all time and night long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we we're near Laminafani Forest and saw 5 police car, 30 seconds later 7 more. We counted ....At the end they were 35 police car! Three ambulances, some transporters, 2 BMW's and a helicopter. They all came from a Street where a research building stands or something similar. I am not sure. It was so insane, that i shit in my pants. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had such a fear, i can't describe it. I did'nt feel well and wanted to get away. Jay and I went. In the forest we saw another car available. As we were walking 100 meters, a Dog started barking far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wtf is going on here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some Footsteps later we heard a siren from a Police Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so insane!! I had really very large anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were home, we checked the News but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered last year's summer of cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;Last Year when i came to Laminafani, there where some news about very strange dead bodys.&lt;br /&gt;Some news said it was cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Weather becoming better and snow is melting maybe they found new dead bodys in the Forest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-3785185920428359561?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3785185920428359561/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3785185920428359561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3785185920428359561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3785185920428359561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/peculiar-fearful.html' title='✰ peculiar fearful'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5038325866858027931</id><published>2012-02-14T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:55:51.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PoupeeGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvluTYYhlQ0/TztkYbLlmdI/AAAAAAAAChg/9Mn57omUUK8/s1600/pupevalentine.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvluTYYhlQ0/TztkYbLlmdI/AAAAAAAAChg/9Mn57omUUK8/s320/pupevalentine.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XuwLryuU4I/TztkZX4zlxI/AAAAAAAACho/OvNZY6eM4yI/s1600/pupevalentine1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XuwLryuU4I/TztkZX4zlxI/AAAAAAAACho/OvNZY6eM4yI/s320/pupevalentine1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making a Sexy Face for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mMnJprkZ0w/TztkbGrWh9I/AAAAAAAAChw/NbgXF6GZrFE/s1600/pupevalentine2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mMnJprkZ0w/TztkbGrWh9I/AAAAAAAAChw/NbgXF6GZrFE/s320/pupevalentine2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcr4BqMIs-o/TsoXtULuYmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qaLPER0a0RQ/s1600/o0020002011612243263.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcr4BqMIs-o/TsoXtULuYmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qaLPER0a0RQ/s1600/o0020002011612243263.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hihi.&lt;br /&gt;Giving you &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-5038325866858027931?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5038325866858027931/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5038325866858027931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5038325866858027931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5038325866858027931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/poupeegirl.html' title='PoupeeGirl'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvluTYYhlQ0/TztkYbLlmdI/AAAAAAAAChg/9Mn57omUUK8/s72-c/pupevalentine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5036062292882227385</id><published>2012-02-13T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:20:45.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefox Add ons i ❤</title><content type='html'>After getting my PC back, i had to create all Bookmarks new and Persona &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; So i decide to do this Post.&lt;br /&gt;Firefox Add ons I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adblock Plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorful Tabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby the Stars shine bright Personas. &lt;br /&gt;https://addons.mozilla.org/de/firefox/search/?q=baby+the+stars+shine+bright&amp;amp;cat=personas&amp;amp;appver=&amp;amp;platform=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRTI7AWjkw8/TsomnJsHQvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/D_0KrbR7R0A/s1600/o0020002011522970209.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRTI7AWjkw8/TsomnJsHQvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/D_0KrbR7R0A/s1600/o0020002011522970209.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately i didn't found all Add ons, i used before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmarks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ameba.jp/&lt;br /&gt;http://pupe.ameba.jp/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/afilmforxx&lt;br /&gt;http://shareifyoulike.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.generasia.com/wiki/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.archive.org/web/web.php&lt;br /&gt;http://statcounter.com/&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/ChloeLenne&lt;br /&gt;http://translate.google.de/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a Post for myself to know what i have to Bookmark and find again, if it will happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-5036062292882227385?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5036062292882227385/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5036062292882227385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5036062292882227385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5036062292882227385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/firefox-add-ons-i.html' title='Firefox Add ons i ❤'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s72-c/o0020002011621646554.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2212876025391952720</id><published>2012-02-13T14:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:52:51.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Für die einen ist er Bundespräsident Wulff, für die anderen der wahrscheinlich längste Rücktritt Deutschlands.</title><content type='html'>Diese ganze Hetze gegen Wulff ist so nervig wie unnötig.&lt;br /&gt;Als ich heute morgen die Zeitung aufschlug, gab es einen Bericht darüber, dass Berlinale Stars Wulffs Empfangsparty mieden.&lt;br /&gt;Dennoch waren unter anderem Anna Maria Mühe und Maria Furtwängler da.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hans Weingartner sagte:&lt;br /&gt;„Es wäre mir peinlich, wenn Herr Wulff mich nach Freikarten für meinen neuen Film fragt.“&lt;br /&gt;Vor 2 Jahren wäre ihm das nicht peinlich gewesen, jetzt aber, wo alle hetzen, Oh ja mir wär das so peinlich. bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;Viele kamen nicht, weil sie anderweitig zu tun hatten, nicht in Verbindung mit Wulff gebracht werden wollten oder das typische Kein Kommentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Der Unterschied zwischen Wulff und Künstlern ist: Wulff bekommt alles von  Freunden geschenkt, während Schauspieler, Sänger etc. alles von  Werbeleuten geschenkt bekommen. Also sollten sich diese Künstler mal nicht so  kleinlich haben.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Es ist allgemein bekannt, dass man als TV Persönlichkeit Kleidung für den roten Teppich geschenkt bekommt, teils auch nur geborgt, aber man will ein Kleid ja nicht unbedingt 2x auf dem roten Teppich tragen. Schließlich schreibt die Presse dann gleich: "Oh weh, Oh weh Frau XX hat kein Geld mehr für neue Kleider!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Auf Veranstaltungen bekommt man auch diverse neueste Technik geschenkt, zb. Spielekonsolen und Flachbildfernseher. Selbstverständlich bekommt man auch Essen geschenkt. Flugtickets, Make up,...einfach alles, was man sich vorstellen kann.&lt;br /&gt;Man muss als TV Persönlichkeit für so wenig selbst zahlen, dass ich mich frage: Warum erhalten diese Leute für 1 Stunde einen 4 stelligen Betrag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Twitter findet seit längerem diese Hetze gegen Wulff statt. Ein paar Beispiele:&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/RZ_Burger/status/169008563505741825&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Konzert-Einladung erhalten - mit der Bitte zu prüfen, ob ich diese Einladung auch tatsächlich annehmen darf."&lt;/blockquote&gt;schreibt Peter Burger.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bitte Sie Herr Burger, als ob nicht jeder Promi eine Konzert Einladung bekommen würde. Für sie mag das völlig neu sein, aber für Promis ist das so normal wie atmen. Der Beisatz ob man auch tatsächlich annehmen darf ist auch einfach erklärt: Als bekannte Persönlichkeit erlaubt es das Management nicht, auf jede X Beliebige Party / Konzert zu gehen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier haben wir wieder den typischen Nazi Vergleich:&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/manniac/status/168296262590930945&lt;br /&gt;Wie ich sowas Hasse. Was hat Wulff getan, dass es Rechtfertigt ihn mit Hitler zu vergleichen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/krahe/status/169011850451755009&lt;br /&gt;Jens Krahe schrieb: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Ist Wulff eigentlich noch Bundespräsident?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn Leute keine Ahnung haben und sich nicht informieren, einfach mal Klappe halten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/jenni_robin/status/168989997435854848&lt;br /&gt;noch so eine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/lpocho81/status/169002837097971712&lt;br /&gt;Ipocho schrieb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="https://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23kinoto" rel="nofollow" title="#kinoto"&gt;&lt;s&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;kinoto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nutzern steht ein Strafverfahren bevor und &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" href="https://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23Wulff" rel="nofollow" title="#Wulff"&gt;&lt;s&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wulff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bleibt in Amt und Würden. Irgendwas läuft in Deutschland schief!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Es steht nur den Nutzern eine Strafe bevor, die dort Premium Mitglied waren und die Filme und/ oder Serien hochgeladen haben.&lt;br /&gt;Wer für die Nutzung von kinoto bezahlt hat und somit irgendwelche Leute reich macht, die nicht einen Film oder eine Serie selbst produziert haben, die dort zu finden sind/waren, müssen damit rechnen, dass sie ihre Rechnung erhalten.Wie kann man auch so &lt;b&gt;Blöd&lt;/b&gt; sein und dafür zahlen? Wie kann man auch so &lt;b&gt;Dreist&lt;/b&gt; sein?? Sich beschweren was Wulff macht, aber selbst keinen deut besser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein paar sehr interessante Privilegien, die Abgeordnete so bekommen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Landtagsabgeordneter bekommt &lt;b&gt;10.200€&lt;/b&gt; im Monat.&lt;br /&gt;Da wir nicht in einer Krise sind und kein Sparpaket auf dem Weg ist, wurden die Gehälter um 500€ erhöht. Jippi! Wieder ein paar Bier für 8€ / Stück und Salate für 14€ / Stück mehr in der 4 Stündigen Mittagspause :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundestagsabgeordnete bekommen &lt;b&gt;Füller&lt;/b&gt; für &lt;b&gt;60.000€&lt;/b&gt; geschenkt! Bezahlt vom Steuerzahler. Wäre es nicht schöner, würden deren Freunde ihnen diesen Füller schenken, statt das &lt;b&gt;WIR&lt;/b&gt; ihn zahlen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundestagsabgeordnete können ihre Diäten erhöhen wie sie wollen.&lt;br /&gt;Bundestagsabgeordnete können kostenlos mit der Bahn fahren und selbstverständlich auch fliegen. Der Chauffeur fährt selbstverständlich mit dem Dienstwagen hinterher. (Wir erinnern uns an die Dienstwagen Affäre der Frau Schmidt im Jahre 2009.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier gibts noch mehr Privilegien als Katalog: http://www.bundestag.de/bundestag/abgeordnete17/mdb_diaeten/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wie Wulff das macht, finde ich das ganz in Ordnung. Der Freund zahlt ihm das Haus, die Reise, den Kaffee und nicht der Steuerzahler. Ich muss nicht dafür aufkommen, dass Wulff nach Sylt fliegt, ich musste aber dafür zahlen, dass Frau Schmidt 2009 ihren Chauffeur samt Dienstwagen hinterherfahren lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Also Deutschland, warum macht ihr so eine Hetzjagt gegen den  Bundespräsidenten, der sich alles von Freunden schenken lässt anstatt  sich das von dir zahlen zu lassen? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ich weiß, er hat viele Fehler gemacht, wie unter anderem der berühmte Anruf bei einer Zeitung.&lt;br /&gt;Ich denke, es ist sicher das Beste, wenn er abdankt, denn das Volk glaubt ihm nicht mehr.&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt viele Umfragen die sich nur mit der Frage beschäftigen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soll Wulff gehen oder nicht?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und in jeder Umfrage war das Ergebnis eindeutig Ja.&lt;br /&gt;Und jemand, der Bundespräsident ist, sollte endlich die Wahrheit sprechen und nicht immer um Geduld bitten. Jemand mit so viel Macht darf sich solche Fehler nicht erlauben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wulff ist Staatsoberhaupt und wenn wir deutschen ihm nicht mehr glauben können, wem dann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2212876025391952720?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2212876025391952720/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2212876025391952720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2212876025391952720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2212876025391952720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/02/fur-die-einen-ist-er-bundesprasident.html' title='Für die einen ist er Bundespräsident Wulff, für die anderen der wahrscheinlich längste Rücktritt Deutschlands.'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-250499347908651242</id><published>2012-01-27T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:33:10.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhk-OI1pEks/TyKIIGZEUPI/AAAAAAAACbk/V1tkG14AfXw/s1600/pinkcloud+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhk-OI1pEks/TyKIIGZEUPI/AAAAAAAACbk/V1tkG14AfXw/s400/pinkcloud+%25289%2529.png" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Weekend some pictures in pink.&lt;br&gt;feat. delongkree &amp;amp; Tuner.&lt;br&gt;There is no Story behind it. Just random Pics taken last Year and didn´t uploaded yet. Have Fun watching them :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-kXcklO27c/Tsoq7P8_8oI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eRrDYrQrTv4/s1600/o0020002011552620323.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I´ll watch Jurassic Park . Loving Dinosaur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/pink-clouds.html#more"&gt;more ~♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-250499347908651242?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/250499347908651242/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=250499347908651242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/250499347908651242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/250499347908651242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/pink-clouds.html' title='Pink Clouds'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhk-OI1pEks/TyKIIGZEUPI/AAAAAAAACbk/V1tkG14AfXw/s72-c/pinkcloud+%25289%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-1866160221642337138</id><published>2012-01-23T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:20:12.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyLmTn12thM/Tx2kpxbkcqI/AAAAAAAACYA/zjRIpcnjbFc/s1600/dreamdiary.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyLmTn12thM/Tx2kpxbkcqI/AAAAAAAACYA/zjRIpcnjbFc/s320/dreamdiary.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I maded a new Blog for my Dreams. if you wanna read it send me a comment + your Email, so i can add you there. Because this Blog is privat.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-1866160221642337138?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1866160221642337138/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=1866160221642337138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1866160221642337138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1866160221642337138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyLmTn12thM/Tx2kpxbkcqI/AAAAAAAACYA/zjRIpcnjbFc/s72-c/dreamdiary.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2597237080411713976</id><published>2012-01-22T14:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:38:47.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>megaupload is dead.</title><content type='html'>I don´t really care about that, but I care about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I hope they don´t take Mediafire down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have so many Pictures and Videos online there. It´s like my online gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of Pics and Videos from myself and mediafire is like my online free host. But what if the FBI now want´s to take that Site down too?&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the Fact that Illegall downloading is Shit. But i can´t understand, that a Site is taking down with all your Files. What if you don´t use it as Filesharing? What if you only use it as a Free Online Hosting, cause you don´t have enough Space on your Harddrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;That is not Fair!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can understand, that the Bosses from Unive*, Ave*, Warne* want´s to make as much as possible €€€€ / $$$$$ with Music, Pictures and Videos and what know i....&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, that not everyone who has an Account on Sites like Megaupload, mediafire,... idk what else excists, using it as a Illegall Filesharing Site. I hate the fact all people are equal in that Situation.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen, when mediafire is down too?? What will happen to my data? I was looking for ICloud, but only 5GB? I need a lot of money to pay for all my data. And no i am not willing to pay it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymus started a new Attack against Universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.tinypic.com/?ref=2vafvaa" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" height="263" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2vafvaa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fight back against injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something the big Bosses have to understand:&lt;br /&gt;Without all the Fans worldwide, most Artist wouldn't be, what they are now. Same for TV Shows, Movies etc. I wouldn't listen to Japanese Music, because i would have no Chance to find any Artist. I don´t have Newspapers, telling me what they are doing in Japan. Only if something really bad happend to the Country, but not Music. There are some Magazins out with Contain on Japanese Culture aka. Anime, Manga, Music. But I have nothing of it when I can´t hear the music. I am willing, paying for an Japanese OST 50€. I bought the Final Fantasy OST for that Price. Crazy but yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;This is something else, i really hate. Buying Japanese CD´s are very expensive. You have to pay the Price for the CD, which is mostly around 20€ and then you need to pay for shipping. Therefore a normal Album would cost me 40€. If i have Luck i find more CD´s, so i can fix the shipping nor have to pay for shipping. (Yesasia is doing it.)&lt;br /&gt;A Single in Germany costs ~6€&lt;br /&gt;A Single in Japan costs ~12€&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why it is so expensive in Japan. Studio and Microphones more expensive there? Better quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure i could buy it online via ITunes, but as i know, they closed all the japanese Music. They had Ayumi Hamasaki before, now not anymore. Honestly, i wanna get a physical Copy. I wanna see the Booklet. Nothing is better than a Booklet from a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows Supernatural. The TV Show with Sam &amp;amp; Dean. Here in Germany, the series always come at night. I usually sleep there. I bought the first 2 Season´s. My best friend bought as i know all Seasons...(Always the same with her, i start buying a Series and she has Complete it in a Week. Example: I only have Our little House on the Prairie Season 1+2, .. She has it complete. Me not like.)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Route.&lt;br /&gt;If you can´t watch it when it aired at TV, why are we not allowed watching it online for free? Here in Germany you have to pay for TV watching. (I don´t know how it is in your Country.) Why i don´t have the Freedom watching it then online for free? Yes i will buying all Seasons of Supernatural, but i wanna know what happend next. And i don´t wanna wait 2 Years, after the Season comes out and has a good Price. I am not willing 40€ for a Season. I did that with "our little house on the prairie" before i found out it only costs 10€ now =_=&lt;br /&gt;Why don´t the Bosses have the Idea, offer free movies &amp;amp; TV Shows online? As i know, the Founder of megauplod was very rich. I mean really super rich. It must be worthwhile, isn´t it? Why don't they do it like the bad guys? Therefore the Bad Guys maybe can´t make many Money, cause all the Movies &amp;amp; TV Shows are online free for everyone. Therefore the Bosses can make many, many, many $$$ and they get a free Statistic about, which Show is the best of the Month, which Movie was the best of the Year &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;You should think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen in the Future with Internet? Are we not allowed anymore, speaking out what we think?&lt;br /&gt; I'll dig my own grave with my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Will we lost our Freedom online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 12.21.2012 is the Day, something End Online?&lt;br /&gt;You know, if it´s not World ends, it´s Internet Ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i have a Download Marathon and i have to buy a external hard drive for all my Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;My Mediafire Stats are: Total Storage Used &lt;b&gt; 302.88&amp;nbsp;GB&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;=_=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2597237080411713976?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2597237080411713976/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2597237080411713976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2597237080411713976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2597237080411713976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/megaupload-is-dead.html' title='megaupload is dead.'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2vafvaa_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-1828379281116676148</id><published>2012-01-22T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:02:48.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking (english Version)</title><content type='html'>This blog post buzzing around in my head a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;Again and again we encounter the blue, smelly haze that is produced by  people, because they are simply addicted to it and have not the least  bit of respect for others who do not smoke. &lt;br /&gt;Berliner travels to Poland or buy some Cigarretes from a  Vietnamese (I strongly suspect that these Asians are Vietnamese. If not  .. whoops.). That they starts a crime ,  most addicts displace naturally. If you then get caught, you have just found these cigarettes. As if a police office would believe that ... &lt;br /&gt;47% of men and 42% of women between 20 and 29 are smokers in Germany. &lt;br /&gt;Many young people start to smoke because they want to be cool, belong to any clique or because the parents do. &lt;br /&gt;A while ago I encountered a small group of children.  A couple of guys who were not older than 12.  One of them was smoking on a bicycle.  WTF! &lt;br /&gt;Why are these parents allow it? &lt;br /&gt;I find it very annoying to be covered by the smoke of others.  As you run down a street and someone puts in front of you a cigarette.  Of course, the smoke then pull back ..  Ergo me. I stink then  as if I had just smoked and not to mention the very  bad  breath of i. My clothes then also equa to the cleaners ,because it is filled with the smell of plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Passive smoking is regarded as intervention in the "subject of protection from bodily harm." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Ergo, I could out of pure boredom give everyone a criminal charge who gives me a blows foul air ... Then I would have been pretty rich ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="vglnk" href="http://www.horizont.net/standpunkt/spiesseralfons/pages/protected/pics/artikelVoll-38-org.jpg" rel="nofollow" title="Link added by VigLink"&gt;http://www.horizont.net/standpunkt/spiesseralfons/pages/protected/pics/artikelVoll-38-org.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This image is surely a joke? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you take care of your skin if you have it already be degrading by the nicotine?  It's as if you eat a piece of chocolate here and there, although you makes a cabbage diet.  You're an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vavavonne/3509638543/" title="Smoke, baby! VaVaVonne from Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smoke, baby!" height="500" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3317/3509638543_4817cfdc81.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During pregnancy smoking do very stupid people, or those who doesn´t matter about the life of her unborn.  It is proved that the child is hyperactive, abnormalities, worse brain development, allergies and asthma. &lt;br /&gt;And Pregnant Smokers don´t look pretty at all. It´s a shame. Such a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zappa/3614667/" title="smoking moves von zappa bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="smoking moves" height="375" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/2/3614667_855e105f94.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so disgusting. You can find it everywhere on Street.  If it rains then, this looks like dog crap.  EWW EWW EWW WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rwest/4712579612/" title="Smoking can make you ugly by Scratchin Dog at Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smoking can make you ugly" height="500" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4055/4712579612_e1f4acd5fc.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many smokers believe they look so damn cool doing it. &lt;br /&gt;You are so not SEXY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3447/3308442835_0c79153e2d.jpg" title="Smoking by eric journey at Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tuxedo" height="400" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3447/3308442835_0c79153e2d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The clothes from smokers stink terribly No one wants a smelly people give a hand or hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ironhelixx/4097120104/" title="Lose weight by smoking - Tempted to over-indulge - Smoke instead - So says Lucky Strikes by IronHelixx at Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lose weight by smoking - Tempted to over-indulge - Smoke instead - So says Lucky Strikes" height="500" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2505/4097120104_d9ae4bafe1.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Anyone who believes this AD, can not help ´em.  As if you only have to smoke a few cigarettes as a chubby, to be a few months later, an athletic man. Oh Please, a body like the one from the picture can only be achieved with training. The Chubby one trained with his mouth (It seems like the German word Futterluke doesn´t exists in english...),  while the other one makes daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stewartatkins/6351821356/" title="The kiss ... hethelred from Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The kiss ..." height="500" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6219/6351821356_dcf1aa5f02.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The picture may be beautiful, but when you see what the Lord has in his hand. I once had a friend who smoked and it was the most disgusting kiss I ever got. Kissing a smoker is like eating broken. It's so obnoxious, perverted, disgusting. eww eww eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tg81/298619811/" title="Fantastic Finnish anti-smoking advertising by Thomas G. U. from Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fantastic Finnish anti-smoking advertising" height="500" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/99/298619811_3a7aa318d1.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon appetit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I dont care if humans smoke or not but dont do that in my area. This is disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I don´t fart while you standing next to me so could you please be so nice to don´t smoke while i am standing next to you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:. As I've written this post, Worldwide, 360 people died from the effects of smoking. &lt;br /&gt;PPS:. As you read this post (at a rate of 5 minutes), Worldwide, 20 people died from the effects of smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-1828379281116676148?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1828379281116676148/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=1828379281116676148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1828379281116676148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1828379281116676148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/smoking-english-version.html' title='Smoking (english Version)'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-228657207585034953</id><published>2012-01-22T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:34:45.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>Seit längerem schwirrt mir dieser Blog Post im Kopf herum. &lt;br /&gt;Immer wieder begegnet man dem blauen, stinkenden Dunst, der von Menschen produziert wird, weil sie einfach süchtig danach sind und kein bisschen Respekt vor anderen haben, die nicht rauchen.&lt;br /&gt;Der Berliner fährt nach Polen oder kauft sie unter dem Ladentisch beim Vietnamesen ( Ich nehme stark an, dass diese Asiaten Vietnamesen sind. Wenn nicht..whoops.) . Das man dabei eine Straftat beginnt, verdrängen die meisten Süchtigen selbstverständlich.&amp;nbsp; Wird man dann doch erwischt, hat man diese Zigaretten gerade erst gefunden. Als ob ein Polizist das glauben würde...&lt;br /&gt;47% der Männer und 42% der Frauen zwischen 20 und 29 Jahren sind Raucher in Deutschland.&lt;br /&gt;Viele junge Menschen fangen an zu rauchen, weil sie Cool sein wollen, zu irgendeiner Clique gehören oder weil es die Eltern tun.&lt;br /&gt;Vor einer Weile kam mir eine kleine Kindergruppe entgegen. Ein paar Jungs, die nicht Älter als 12 waren. Einer von ihnen war auf einem Fahrrad und rauchte. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;Was sind das für Eltern, die das zulassen? &lt;br /&gt;Ich finde es sehr belästigend, vom Rauch anderer Menschen erfasst zu werden. Da läuft man eine Straße entlang und irgendjemand steckt sich vor dir eine Zigarette an. Selbstverständlich muss der Rauch dann nach hinten ziehen.. Ergo zu mir. Ich stinke dann, als hätte ich gerade geraucht und vom einatmen mal ganz zu schweigen. Meine Kleidung kann dann auch gleich in die Reinigung, da sie mit dem Pest Geruch gefüllt ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Passivrauchen gilt als Eingriff auf das "Schutzgut körperliche Unversehrtheit".&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ergo könnte ich aus purer Langeweile jeden Anzeigen, der mir seine verpestete Luft zu pustet... Dann wäre ich bereits ziemlich reich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.horizont.net/standpunkt/spiesseralfons/pages/protected/pics/artikelVoll-38-org.jpg&lt;br /&gt;Dieses Bild ist doch wohl ein Witz?&lt;br /&gt;Warum kümmerst du dich um deine Haut, wenn du sie ohnehin schon durch den Nikotin verschlechterst? Das ist so, als würde man hier und da ein Stück Schokolade essen, obwohl man eine Kohldiät macht. Du bist ein Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vavavonne/3509638543/" title="Smoke, baby! von VaVaVonne bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smoke, baby!" height="500" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3317/3509638543_4817cfdc81.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Während der Schwangerschaft rauchen tun nur sehr dumme Menschen oder welche denen das Leben ihres ungeborenen völlig egal ist. Es ist erwiesen, dass das Kind Hyperaktiv, Missbildungen, Schlechtere Gehirnentwicklung, Allergien und Asthma entwickeln kann.&lt;br /&gt;Und schön sieht man als Schwangere rauchende sowieso nicht aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zappa/3614667/" title="smoking moves von zappa bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="smoking moves" height="375" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/2/3614667_855e105f94.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ist so widerlich. So gut wie überall auf der Straße kann man das finden. Wenn es dann mal regnet, sehen die aus wie Hundekot. EWW EWW EWW WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rwest/4712579612/" title="smoking can make you ugly von Scratchin Dog bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="smoking can make you ugly" height="500" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4055/4712579612_e1f4acd5fc.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viele Rauchen weil sie denken, sie sehen so verdammt cool dabei aus.&lt;br /&gt;Du bist so nicht SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8534708@N03/3308442835/" title="Smoking von eric journey bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smoking" height="400" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3447/3308442835_0c79153e2d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Kleidung von Rauchern stinkt immer fürchterlich. Niemand möchte ein stinkenden Menschen die Hand geben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ironhelixx/4097120104/" title="Lose weight by smoking - Tempted to over-indulge - Smoke instead - So  says Lucky Strikes von IronHelixx bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lose weight by smoking - Tempted to over-indulge - Smoke instead - So  says Lucky Strikes" height="500" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2505/4097120104_d9ae4bafe1.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Wer diesem AD glaubt, dem kann man nicht mehr helfen. Als ob man als Dickerchen nur ein paar Zigaretten rauchen muss, um dann ein paar Monate später ein Ahletisch gebauter Mann zu werden. Ich bitte dich, so einen Körper wie auf dem Bild erreicht man nur mit Training. Beim schwarz weißen, indem man seine Futterluke trainiert, beim farbigen, in dem man am besten jeden Tag Sport treibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stewartatkins/6351821356/" title="The kiss... von hethelred bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="The kiss..." height="500" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6219/6351821356_dcf1aa5f02.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Bild mag schön sein, nicht aber wenn man sieht, was der Herr in der Hand hält. Ich hatte mal einen Freund, der rauchte und es war der widerlichste Kuss, den ich jemals bekam. Einen Raucher zu küssen, ist wie gebrochenes Essen. Es ist so widerlich, abartig, ekelhaft. eww eww eww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tg81/298619811/" title="Fantastic Finnish anti-smoking advertising von Thomas G. from U. bei Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fantastic Finnish anti-smoking advertising" height="500" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/99/298619811_3a7aa318d1.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Appetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Grunde ist es mir gleich, ob Menschen rauchen oder nicht, aber tu das nicht in meiner Nähe. Das ist widerlich! Ich lasse auch keinen Wind fahren in deiner Nähe (mal kurz Pupsen, nur weil Blähungen da sind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: Während ich diesen Post geschrieben habe, sind Weltweit 360 Menschen an den Folgen vom Rauchen gestorben.&lt;br /&gt;PPS.: Während du diesen Post liest ( bei einer Geschwindigkeit von 5 Minuten), sind Weltweit 20 Menschen an den Folgen vom Rauchen gestorben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-228657207585034953?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/228657207585034953/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=228657207585034953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/228657207585034953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/228657207585034953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6728614340082626400</id><published>2012-01-20T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:17:05.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delongkree'/><title type='text'>✰ Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jp-cbXh3M20/TsoXzyJYV0I/AAAAAAAAAys/C2rshF5nbd0/s1600/o0020002011610055383.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Love is such a fantastic thing. It´s beautiful, bright, gorgeous, awesome. Just Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a relationship since Christmas last Year, so it is all very fresh. &lt;br /&gt;When i see Jay, i always have to smile. He has such a cute Face. I like just looking at him. His Face, his smile. Oh..wait i repeat. Whoops sorry.&lt;br /&gt;When he talk, it´s like Music. Heaven. It´s enough for me looking at a Picture from him for Hours. While sitting in Class, i can´t stop looking at him and thinking of him. &lt;br /&gt;I am really falling in Love more and more, everyday. You maybe think rich kids are very lordly, but they aren't. I am so happy, having him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it for you when you are in Love. What feelings do you have, when you see your Boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;When you get some little Textpresents from him. When you know, he is thinking of you right now. When you know, ...he Loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6728614340082626400?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6728614340082626400/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6728614340082626400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6728614340082626400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6728614340082626400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/love.html' title='✰ Love'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jp-cbXh3M20/TsoXzyJYV0I/AAAAAAAAAys/C2rshF5nbd0/s72-c/o0020002011610055383.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-7866742970092436714</id><published>2012-01-17T20:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:52:36.947+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delongkree'/><title type='text'>✰  Diary</title><content type='html'>Jay went to New York with his Parents through New Year´s Eve.&lt;br /&gt;He went to a Store called Wempe to buy a new Jaeger-LeCoultre. He is obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Jays Blog browsing there are some nice New York Pics. Here a lil Collage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p5nNxHC9ws/TxXIiIdmaDI/AAAAAAAACXU/vJTvhoLwifk/s1600/Jay.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p5nNxHC9ws/TxXIiIdmaDI/AAAAAAAACXU/vJTvhoLwifk/s320/Jay.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got this from him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCOgrJT9kD4/TxXI77DquPI/AAAAAAAACXc/vj3LR0FJ7Ns/s1600/czte.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCOgrJT9kD4/TxXI77DquPI/AAAAAAAACXc/vj3LR0FJ7Ns/s1600/czte.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r89FkgtDQLw/TsoXyQsmuCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cn1DVsJlW14/s1600/o0020002011624477213.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PduOpCdaPmQ/TsoXyveD-yI/AAAAAAAAAyA/S1_Yn4EjbKQ/s1600/o0020002011624750192.gif" /&gt; Maybe i make a Pic later when &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;'m wearing it. It´s gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="taw" style="margin-right: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saira, Chris and Richi went to Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? All alone at Christmas and New Years....Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad called me and told me they can´t come. Too much work.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Diana went to Friends and i didn´t wanted to be there. I didn't want the 5th wheel on car.&lt;br /&gt;At Midnight, exactly 0:00 am I cried. Being all alone while everyone on the whole Planet is making Party...Not gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rang at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. I was confused. Who will come at this Time at my House? Looking through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;door Viewer i saw blue Hair. It was Luke. I opend the door and he came in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hugged me. And closed the door, while hugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;you do not have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Luke told me, while hugging me. I cried and stopped a while later.&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why he cames at my House all alone, instead of Party hard, don´t you? I asked myself that too.&lt;br /&gt;And i got a Answer from him.&lt;br /&gt;Luke told me from his Family and &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;himself. He is alone too. His Parents died a couple of years ago. Luke was very young. (See: http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/death-penalty-english-version.html)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Somehow we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We cooked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and ate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pizza. It was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a nice Bottle and we drank from it. It was Alcohol...&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why we not catch it. It was sweet...Perhaps the excitement. I remember i drank one Glass and then i was full...(bahahahaha&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcL2Kk_8hnY/Tso1tMOeb4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/C7FUxymt6m0/s1600/o0020002011569246662.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and Luke was there. &lt;br /&gt;STOP! We didn´t had Sex or anything like this.. He was a Gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;We ate some breakfast and then he leave. New Years Eve started very bad but it become super gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMY2xSpuDBA/TtdlxRYK4jI/AAAAAAAABUg/fS4QtoCw3xc/s1600/o0020002011645091146.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-680JGHiXxmw/Ttdlxyk1KvI/AAAAAAAABUo/KkP3-6xMRzg/s1600/o0020002011645511685.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-680JGHiXxmw/Ttdlxyk1KvI/AAAAAAAABUo/KkP3-6xMRzg/s1600/o0020002011645511685.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-7866742970092436714?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7866742970092436714/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=7866742970092436714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7866742970092436714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7866742970092436714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/diary.html' title='✰  Diary'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p5nNxHC9ws/TxXIiIdmaDI/AAAAAAAACXU/vJTvhoLwifk/s72-c/Jay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6036930194249748762</id><published>2012-01-14T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:12:06.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.</title><content type='html'>Recently i searched at http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/anne+frank for some Anne Quote´s to reblog. But what i found there makes me so Pissed off, i need a new Word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="almost_half_cell" id="gt-res-content"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;There are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;holocaust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of living on the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;planet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take a look at this Shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flaggedforremoval.tumblr.com/ wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8jD6QVBL9g/TxFOPJyhi5I/AAAAAAAACSI/P4EtBaVEMy0/s1600/AnneFrank+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8jD6QVBL9g/TxFOPJyhi5I/AAAAAAAACSI/P4EtBaVEMy0/s400/AnneFrank+%25282%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why People think this is Funny? Why God why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you don´t like sun chips take a pic of yourself and put the words in the Picture. But not with an Anne Frank Picture. What she has to do with it? NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you wanna tell the whole world that you love Pizza rolls then take a Pic of yourself and put the words in the Picture. What has Anne Frank to do with it? NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is not funny at all making jokes about the Holocaust. You must be so damn stupid thinking it´s funny. So fugly stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="DescriptionTitle"&gt;About http://flaggedforremoval.tumblr.com/:&lt;/div&gt;23 years old in Richmond Virginia. Half full of whiskey. Half full of shit. .   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No wonder that Boy is making these Pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;There are&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="hps"&gt;plenty of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;scrap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/anne+frank&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;A waste of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;belongs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;a Reality Check aka go to Auschwitz for a Year with the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; conditions Anne Frank has..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;so that their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stupidity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt; perhaps&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How is it possible that someone is just thinking about making a Joke about the Holocaust? I can´t believe it!&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;Are they really so dumb? Or is it just unsuspectingness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;http://kookaraba.tumblr.com/ wrote this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpPPgxPDfv8/TxFOOLXFrpI/AAAAAAAACSA/O6rwh462CZ4/s1600/AnneFrank.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpPPgxPDfv8/TxFOOLXFrpI/AAAAAAAACSA/O6rwh462CZ4/s400/AnneFrank.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought kookaraba is a boy... Here is a description of what he/she is writing of herself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my life consists of getting alcohol poisoning, smoking fat blunts and  celebrity gossip (ie. stalking lindsay lohan's house in merrick). i live  on lawnguyland and go to college in upstate new york. yes, i have a  long island accent and it sounds much better than any of you hicks. i'm a  bitch that loves to speak my racist, horny and disgusting mind. i love  hot bitches and hot boys. love me and give me sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yup&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stupidity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;led&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to this Picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;She goes on a College in New York. Poor College.. Poor New York.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;She is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;representin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1ua2OTN81qfe4cxo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1ua2OTN81qfe4cxo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6036930194249748762?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6036930194249748762/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6036930194249748762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6036930194249748762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6036930194249748762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-spite-of-everything-i-still-believe.html' title='In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8jD6QVBL9g/TxFOPJyhi5I/AAAAAAAACSI/P4EtBaVEMy0/s72-c/AnneFrank+%25282%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4466599357217127210</id><published>2012-01-11T18:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:08:01.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Genealogy</title><content type='html'>is &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Are you sometimes in a Mood, where you wanna know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Where do i come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Today i searched a lil bit about one of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;related. Peter von Zahn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;1. http://www.welt.de/print-welt/article465799/Er_entdeckte_Amerika_fuer_die_Deutschen.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sat in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;caravan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ennedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; Awesome!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;belongs to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Saxon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nobility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="almost_half_cell" id="gt-res-content"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Therefore i am too. Mom told me it´s Sangerhausen. Or near there. Not sure. If anyone knows, please tell me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;3. He won many Awards, such as Bambi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Adolf-Grimme-Preis , Goldene Kamera &amp;amp; more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. He created over 1.000 &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;movies and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;nearly 3,000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;radio broadcasts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;That´s Huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. He &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;is related to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Friedrich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Ruge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Therefore i am too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;6. There is a Award named after him, called: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peter-Von-Zahn&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gedächtnis-Preis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;More here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_von_Zahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_von_Zahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;I have a lot of work to come out there where he was / is. I mean this achievement is unattainable for me i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I was told, i only meet him when i was a Baby. Sad to say he is dead. I wish i had the Chance to meet him. To know him.&amp;nbsp; To work with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;If you had the Chance to meet him, work with him etc. please feel free to leave me a comment. &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/3739102154625966868-4466599357217127210?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4466599357217127210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4466599357217127210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4466599357217127210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4466599357217127210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/genealogy.html' title='Genealogy'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-117439914522865838</id><published>2012-01-11T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:37:52.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZE3jld_2aA/TsoXsSQWMlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tFsF8Vx3h-0/s1600/o0020002011610077005.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;updated the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;archive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; Posts from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;2008-2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;will follow later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H94_lIQPpd4/TsoXv1XVR6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/X93yaUFDLaI/s1600/o0020002011621534933.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H94_lIQPpd4/TsoXv1XVR6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/X93yaUFDLaI/s1600/o0020002011621534933.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ich aktualisierte das archiv.&lt;br /&gt;nun gibt es 2008-2010 post. mehr folgen später. &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/3739102154625966868-117439914522865838?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/117439914522865838/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=117439914522865838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/117439914522865838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/117439914522865838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/site-note.html' title='Site Note'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpDq_dU5UPs/TwnZUbMlnYI/AAAAAAAACPc/QqVfM75dp6k/s72-c/1920840448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Laminafani</georss:featurename><georss:point>17.623081791311755 -159.80712890625</georss:point><georss:box>15.686441291311755 -162.33398440625 19.559722291311754 -157.28027340625</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4136243896275437297</id><published>2012-01-06T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:07:31.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selbstmord.. schon wieder?</title><content type='html'>Erinnerst du dich an diesen &lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/07/selbstmord.html"&gt;Post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genau der gleiche Typ hat nun schon wieder geschrieben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Ich will sterben.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wieder kamen die gleichen Kommentare von seinen Freunden.&lt;br /&gt;Eine schrieb:&lt;br /&gt;Wenn man sich wirklich umbringen will, kündigt man das nicht vorher im Internet an.&lt;br /&gt;Eine andere schrieb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;denk an dich und ziehe dich aus deinem loch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Was ich davon halte? &lt;br /&gt;Kann sich werter Herr nicht an einen Psychologen  wenden? Muss er denn andauernd schreiben, wie beschissen sein Leben ist????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Hier mal eine kleine Liste an Dingen, die sich seit damaligem Post verändert haben:&lt;br /&gt;Er hat eine Freundin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;arbeitet bei Mercedes-Benz. ! Ja Wie geil is das denn??????? Rabatte für mein Mercedes SLK350i *v*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Er hat eine eigene Wohnung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Er hat viele Freunde, die sich um ihn sorgen und ihn gern haben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Ja was bitte will ein Mensch denn mehr????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Er hat ALLES, was man sich vom Leben wünschen kann. Wohnung, Auto, Frau, Freunde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Ich verstehe nicht wie er dennoch auf diesen Gedanken kommen kann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Was kann ihm wohl fehlen? Das weiß ich nicht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineLabel"&gt;Ich weiß nur eines, er braucht professionelle Hilfe. Oder er ist einfach nur Aufmerksamkeitsgeil. Auf eine sehr eklige Art und Weise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Übrigens hat er seinen Post gelöscht, was mich nicht wundert. Ich weiß, in ungefähr 2 Wochen ist sowas ähnliches wieder da, weil es immer so ist. Immer und immer wieder. Auf Immer und Ewig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noch was zu einem Kommi seiner Freunde.&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe im Fernsehen einmal gesehen, dass es Foren gibt, wo sich Leute dazu verabreden, aus dem Leben gemeinsam zu scheiden. Die schreiben dort wirklich, wie sie sich wünschen zu sterben. Da gibt es Tipps und solch Mist.&lt;br /&gt;Und im Internet hat sich einer mal vor laufender Webcam das Leben genommen. Live für andere. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Was denkt seine Freundin eigentlich darüber? Weiß sie das überhaupt? mh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-4136243896275437297?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4136243896275437297/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4136243896275437297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4136243896275437297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4136243896275437297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/selbstmord-schon-wieder.html' title='Selbstmord.. schon wieder?'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3548199272751555815</id><published>2012-01-06T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:04:49.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Capsule</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We will have a look at me from 2005 - now.&lt;br&gt;maybe you are interested in the Way i choose in this Years. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time to open the Capsule!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWCYiXn3zxo/TwXg2aztnrI/AAAAAAAACOE/TsG5JXKybGo/s1600/timecapsule.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWCYiXn3zxo/TwXg2aztnrI/AAAAAAAACOE/TsG5JXKybGo/s320/timecapsule.png" width="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PFFFssshhhhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-capsule.html#more"&gt;more ~♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-3548199272751555815?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3548199272751555815/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3548199272751555815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3548199272751555815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3548199272751555815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-capsule.html' title='Time Capsule'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWCYiXn3zxo/TwXg2aztnrI/AAAAAAAACOE/TsG5JXKybGo/s72-c/timecapsule.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-7447436269546117755</id><published>2012-01-04T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:34:15.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sij9tznucgA/TwRw_0SONmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g8ets9PMGFs/s1600/SL371886.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sij9tznucgA/TwRw_0SONmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g8ets9PMGFs/s320/SL371886.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all play them. &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;protected against them. We all Love to play a Game sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I play a couple of Online Games and i wanted to share some Screenshots with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;into the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Let´s start with Poupee Girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It´s an game for girls, but as i know, some boys use it too...dun no why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG-5_XJ2vPA/TwRsjk_mJnI/AAAAAAAACHE/lEyY5WpLPj8/s1600/poupeechloe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG-5_XJ2vPA/TwRsjk_mJnI/AAAAAAAACHE/lEyY5WpLPj8/s320/poupeechloe.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yeah i have pretty much ribbons, neeee ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next one is a Game called Tribal Wars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I´m using the german version. So may we can´t fight against each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrlFZER7DVI/TwRskVYo_aI/AAAAAAAACHM/hWIoCIFdGSo/s1600/st%25C3%25A4mme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrlFZER7DVI/TwRskVYo_aI/AAAAAAAACHM/hWIoCIFdGSo/s320/st%25C3%25A4mme.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a total of 286 Villages at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here you see a Map:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB-6iship5M/TwRssHcQFfI/AAAAAAAACHc/k2vLtfz0QR0/s1600/st%25C3%25A4mme2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB-6iship5M/TwRssHcQFfI/AAAAAAAACHc/k2vLtfz0QR0/s320/st%25C3%25A4mme2.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSP0eJDGmY/TwRs_KR9jjI/AAAAAAAACH8/C0LYiBZQz90/s1600/castleville.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSP0eJDGmY/TwRs_KR9jjI/AAAAAAAACH8/C0LYiBZQz90/s320/castleville.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one called Castelville. Pretty new on Facebook. Did you ever wanted to have your own Kingdom? Here you can build it! Mine looks like a total mess atm. :( haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_3igqlCJ14/TwRstOBrpxI/AAAAAAAACHk/n4ZGwr0fRrs/s1600/farm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_3igqlCJ14/TwRstOBrpxI/AAAAAAAACHk/n4ZGwr0fRrs/s320/farm1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good old Farmville. Many People hate it, many People love it. for me, it depends. So so.. would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Sometimes i am in Love, but sometimes i hate it. Playing it since the beginning and so much has changed. Most of all spending real money on it. No! Not me! In the Game you can buy for real Money FV = Farmvillecash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thereof you can buy cute Animals. Super mean of Farmville!! As if i spend real money for a virtual game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9NQse5pq8/TwRs4XV6BMI/AAAAAAAACH0/NtkqMZsz1fo/s1600/farm2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9NQse5pq8/TwRs4XV6BMI/AAAAAAAACH0/NtkqMZsz1fo/s320/farm2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last year we got 3! new Farms. it was like a dream come true. First of the 3 was this one. The English farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0W7T4xtiRw/TwRs0lMuj_I/AAAAAAAACHs/rJat8Q689Gc/s1600/farm3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0W7T4xtiRw/TwRs0lMuj_I/AAAAAAAACHs/rJat8Q689Gc/s320/farm3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next one was the Lighthouse Cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDVcMKsaFlk/TwRsptjF92I/AAAAAAAACHU/e_h9ZFlbHjE/s1600/farm4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDVcMKsaFlk/TwRsptjF92I/AAAAAAAACHU/e_h9ZFlbHjE/s320/farm4.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the newest one. Winter Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;Farmville is no like working. haha but really. You have to make so much it could take hours.&lt;br /&gt;I have to design all my farms new. they looks so messie haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2139188132"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2139188133"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3739102154625966868-7447436269546117755?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7447436269546117755/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=7447436269546117755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7447436269546117755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/7447436269546117755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/online-games.html' title='Online Games'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sij9tznucgA/TwRw_0SONmI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g8ets9PMGFs/s72-c/SL371886.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5704741710171954019</id><published>2012-01-03T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:42:29.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eifersucht</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/2mgm2yd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2mgm2yd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diesen Spruch fand ich vor einer Weile.&lt;br /&gt;Was für ein dämlicher Spruch, den sich sicher ein Mädchen hat einfallen lassen, um ihre krankhafte Eifersucht zu erklären.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHWACHSINN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EIFERSUCHT HEIßT NICHT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICHT VERTRAUEN ODER MISSTRAUEN ,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richtig lautet dieser Satz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"EIFERSUCHT HEIßT NICHT VERTRAUEN ODER MISSTRAUEN&lt;/span&gt; ," &amp;lt;- kurze Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eifersucht bedeutet: Selbstzweifel und eine geringe Selbstachtung.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sicherlich verspürt man Angstverlust. Aber ich bitte dich! Sobald man Eifersucht verspürt, hat das was mit Misstrauen zu tun. Hier ein Beispiel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Typ erzählt seiner Freundin, dass er mit Kumpels unterwegs sei. Plötzlich trifft man ihn mit einer anderen im Café. Welche Gefühle kommen in dir gerade hoch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bedeutet es, er hat dich belogen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wenn er etwas tut, gehen in deinem Kopf zig verschiedene Möglichkeiten wie ein Film rum. Du spielst dir zig Möglichkeiten durch, was er gerade mit diesem einen Mädchen da machen tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haben sie sich zufällig getroffen? Woher kennt er sie? Seit wann sitzen die beiden da? Wo wollen sie noch hin? usw. usw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alles mündet darin, dass man anfängt, ihm zu misstrauen. Wieso erzählt er mir, dass er sich mit Kumpels trifft, wo er doch jetzt gerade mit diesem Mädchen da sitzt? Frau steigert sich da gerne immer mehr hinein und heraus kommt dabei: Warum belügt er mich? Oder schlimmer: Warum betrügt er mich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nun, diese Warum Fragen finde ich doof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was würde ich jetzt tun in dieser Situation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da gibt es 2 Möglichkeiten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Reingehen und mich als SEINE FRAU vorstellen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Weitergehen und nachher, wenn er wiederkommt beiläufig erwähnen, man hätte ihm im Cafe sitzen sehen mit jemandem. Und warten, was er sagt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Würde er sich jetzt rausreden, hätte er einen schwerwiegenden Fehler gemacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Misstrauen ist etwas, das gesät wird. Ganz leise. Und man merkt es zu Anfang nicht einmal. Doch wenn es dann zuschlägt,...KABUMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es gibt wieder 2 Möglichkeiten, wie ich jetzt reagieren würde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Eine Szene,..die sehr böse wird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Ihn Ignorieren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Variante 2 finde ich eleganter. Ich möchte natürlich wissen, warum er sich rausredet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was ist so schlimm daran, dass er mit diesem Mädchen gesehen wurde?&lt;br /&gt;Hat er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;wohlmöglich vor mich zu betrügen? Oder hat er es bereits getan und nicht die Eier in der Hose es mir zu gestehen? Warum aber ist er dann so Feige?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wenn für ein Mädchen Eifersucht der beste Beweis ist, dass deren Gefühle echt sind, hat sie ein ernstes Problem. Warum merkt sie es nicht so in den kleinsten Situationen mit ihm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kribbelt es nicht in ihrem Bauch, wenn sie ihn sieht? Bekommt sie kein Herzklopfen, wenn er ihre Hand hält? Ist sie nicht atemlos, wenn er ihre Haare aus dem Gesicht streicht? Hört sie nicht für einen Augenblick auf zu atmen, wenn er sie ansieht? Ist das nicht Beweis genug für ihre Liebe zu ihm?&lt;br /&gt;Muss es denn erst ein anderes Mädchen sein, dass ihm die Hand gibt, damit du merkst: Es ist Liebe?&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/3739102154625966868-5704741710171954019?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5704741710171954019/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5704741710171954019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5704741710171954019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5704741710171954019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/eifersucht.html' title='Eifersucht'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2mgm2yd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5944109847420166705</id><published>2012-01-01T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:05:34.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Music Charts 2011</title><content type='html'>My first Blog Post for 2012 will be a looking back to what i was listening last year most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most played Song last year was......&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shoko Nakagawa´s Shiny GATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r89FkgtDQLw/TsoXyQsmuCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cn1DVsJlW14/s1600/o0020002011624477213.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can´t remember, playing this Song that often.&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZe9gkpsr58/Tsoq_Ncz0iI/AAAAAAAAA6k/N5afMkcV2kQ/s1600/o0020002011546168084.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Song i listen often was...&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki´s progress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r89FkgtDQLw/TsoXyQsmuCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cn1DVsJlW14/s1600/o0020002011624477213.gif" /&gt; A very beautiful Song.&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. most listen Song was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shoko Nakagawa´s Sorairo Days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here are my Top 50 most played Songs 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGaohyMYak8/TwArCSbA-6I/AAAAAAAAB_w/_BW_mcyrlrI/s1600/01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGaohyMYak8/TwArCSbA-6I/AAAAAAAAB_w/_BW_mcyrlrI/s400/01.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7TfysgatTY/TwAq2eLaH5I/AAAAAAAAB-8/q1qoBAC0S4Q/s1600/02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7TfysgatTY/TwAq2eLaH5I/AAAAAAAAB-8/q1qoBAC0S4Q/s400/02.png" width="370" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many many Ayu and Shokotan in it. My fav. Singers from the World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now we come to how much i listend a Artist 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The #1 is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4875x in 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;closely by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Shoko Nakagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nf_InFiuSNI/TsoXzG5DLgI/AAAAAAAAAyU/3wJswgEVSVw/s1600/o0020002011606277121.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3232x in 2011! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a List with my most played Artists 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPrfifZwecU/TwAr2JRvO1I/AAAAAAAACAE/QQNWyRKXesE/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPrfifZwecU/TwAr2JRvO1I/AAAAAAAACAE/QQNWyRKXesE/s640/8.png" width="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1PDqTqAWH8/TwArAdIfK5I/AAAAAAAAB_c/Kp2FA7vtb-k/s1600/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1PDqTqAWH8/TwArAdIfK5I/AAAAAAAAB_c/Kp2FA7vtb-k/s400/7.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my Stats are at the beginning of 2012: ( only 5 pages, i have a total of 27.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIfDoBwqk7Y/TwAq6yYxVdI/AAAAAAAAB_E/gqfv0HxbhGc/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIfDoBwqk7Y/TwAq6yYxVdI/AAAAAAAAB_E/gqfv0HxbhGc/s320/1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0rVz84NhUg/TwAq6kyYE9I/AAAAAAAAB_I/ifUO-cIweDU/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0rVz84NhUg/TwAq6kyYE9I/AAAAAAAAB_I/ifUO-cIweDU/s400/2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzfznvDeMMQ/TwAq_YYgqJI/AAAAAAAAB_U/IwsIz59f8N8/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzfznvDeMMQ/TwAq_YYgqJI/AAAAAAAAB_U/IwsIz59f8N8/s400/3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XKmgMT6UKc/TwArBrFKXCI/AAAAAAAAB_s/RBzN75Roi1M/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XKmgMT6UKc/TwArBrFKXCI/AAAAAAAAB_s/RBzN75Roi1M/s320/4.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlvduGhCXDU/TwArBu8qM2I/AAAAAAAAB_o/d0Bj3cROh2U/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlvduGhCXDU/TwArBu8qM2I/AAAAAAAAB_o/d0Bj3cROh2U/s400/6.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Welcome 2012 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-5944109847420166705?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5944109847420166705/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5944109847420166705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5944109847420166705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5944109847420166705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2012/01/personal-music-charts-2011.html' title='Personal Music Charts 2011'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r89FkgtDQLw/TsoXyQsmuCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cn1DVsJlW14/s72-c/o0020002011624477213.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4782465093647018702</id><published>2011-12-31T23:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:43:36.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Ciao ✩</title><content type='html'>Last Post for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quPUMFwFzrQ/Tv-MI_SuNuI/AAAAAAAAB84/jluEHP0CJks/s1600/DSCF7199.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quPUMFwFzrQ/Tv-MI_SuNuI/AAAAAAAAB84/jluEHP0CJks/s400/DSCF7199.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;walked with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Tuner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. He was so afraid of all the BOOM BOOM Noises! Poor Tuner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbVbW-3KKRs/Tv-M-o2_txI/AAAAAAAAB9E/HdqkyfCgoDo/s1600/DSCF7166.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbVbW-3KKRs/Tv-M-o2_txI/AAAAAAAAB9E/HdqkyfCgoDo/s320/DSCF7166.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2M685b7PJo/Tv-NB4szdsI/AAAAAAAAB9M/420k1VvZpTg/s1600/DSCF7167.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2M685b7PJo/Tv-NB4szdsI/AAAAAAAAB9M/420k1VvZpTg/s320/DSCF7167.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;never left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVQNAsFtgpE/Tv-Nv0zuJEI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/hzwW_AqFDRI/s1600/DSCF7137.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVQNAsFtgpE/Tv-Nv0zuJEI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/hzwW_AqFDRI/s320/DSCF7137.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Last Sunshine for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1dxIh8f9Lc/Tv-N4maxNuI/AAAAAAAAB9w/w0NoTgrPKFs/s1600/DSCF7169.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1dxIh8f9Lc/Tv-N4maxNuI/AAAAAAAAB9w/w0NoTgrPKFs/s320/DSCF7169.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Last Cloud and blue Heaven 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apvqoTi8JMc/Tv-OW-015XI/AAAAAAAAB-E/j9aBuz0lm_A/s1600/DSCF7174.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apvqoTi8JMc/Tv-OW-015XI/AAAAAAAAB-E/j9aBuz0lm_A/s320/DSCF7174.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t41pj5kWaEw/Tv-OaKkXpfI/AAAAAAAAB-M/K2K8qs91DZA/s1600/DSCF7182.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t41pj5kWaEw/Tv-OaKkXpfI/AAAAAAAAB-M/K2K8qs91DZA/s320/DSCF7182.png" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tuner and i saw a Man who was playing with a Plane. I made a Video, only 5 seconds. I will upload it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLQzzmgVkb0/Tv-O-y7BTpI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/AtdEVm2eHfg/s1600/DSCF7222.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLQzzmgVkb0/Tv-O-y7BTpI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/AtdEVm2eHfg/s320/DSCF7222.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now it is Night. Only 20 Minutes!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;I wish you a beautiful 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en" style="font-size: large;"&gt;May your dreams come true, no matter how little or big they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;May you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stay healthy, happy, lovely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;May you have a good 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chloe-Lenne&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1680415904"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1680415905"&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/3739102154625966868-4782465093647018702?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4782465093647018702/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4782465093647018702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4782465093647018702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4782465093647018702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-ciao.html' title='2011 Ciao ✩'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quPUMFwFzrQ/Tv-MI_SuNuI/AAAAAAAAB84/jluEHP0CJks/s72-c/DSCF7199.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2729787357964960700</id><published>2011-12-28T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:03:35.262+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoko nakagawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shokotan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maki goto'/><title type='text'>Christmas Presents!</title><content type='html'>It´s time for a Christmas Gift Post :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ns6WaDmiac/TvsoS76NyoI/AAAAAAAABtg/iFPsyfE-EP8/s1600/christmas2011+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ns6WaDmiac/TvsoS76NyoI/AAAAAAAABtg/iFPsyfE-EP8/s320/christmas2011+%25285%2529.png" width="320"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;warning! Many many Pictures after the cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-presents.html#more"&gt;more ~♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2729787357964960700?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2729787357964960700/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2729787357964960700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2729787357964960700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2729787357964960700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas Presents!'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ns6WaDmiac/TvsoS76NyoI/AAAAAAAABtg/iFPsyfE-EP8/s72-c/christmas2011+%25285%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8096346860475710903</id><published>2011-12-27T10:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:08:26.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new updates</title><content type='html'>in progress :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8096346860475710903?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8096346860475710903/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8096346860475710903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8096346860475710903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8096346860475710903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-new-updates.html' title='Some new updates'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2882781155980865865</id><published>2011-12-24T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:10:40.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Videos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/slKtP_G3-6Y?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Me&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me singin my own japanese lyrics :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jYUlIAF1aOs?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me speaking english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UvlGr32tfEE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me speaking german :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a Merry, berry berry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2882781155980865865?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2882781155980865865/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2882781155980865865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2882781155980865865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2882781155980865865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-videos.html' title='Christmas Videos!'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/slKtP_G3-6Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3651002783844426968</id><published>2011-12-22T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:20:45.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am too Sexy for Jappy...and a Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of minutes ago i wanted to change my Profile Pic on Jappy with a new one. (The one, i have on Twitter too.) This one just with the heart above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s1600/p4otil4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s320/p4otil4.png" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Around 15 minutes later i got a Mail from Jappy with this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEnQWG0QhQc/TvOKhu70y9I/AAAAAAAABmo/_rdX94Yr7po/s1600/trololol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEnQWG0QhQc/TvOKhu70y9I/AAAAAAAABmo/_rdX94Yr7po/s320/trololol.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.png !&lt;br /&gt;Yu kidding MOI!?&lt;br /&gt;In this Mail they told me, i am a Fake.&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; They doubt that&lt;/span&gt; it´s me&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am too Sexy for Jappy&lt;/b&gt; was my first thought. Just can upload UGLY Pics and then no Fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Now i have no Profile Pic there. hm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;delete the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;But there are some People, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Why yu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;What am i doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Laughing about this! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOHoDcdi8AM/TuI5eNK44RI/AAAAAAAABco/7hYb4zL659g/s1600/sad.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOHoDcdi8AM/TuI5eNK44RI/AAAAAAAABco/7hYb4zL659g/s1600/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;(being Emo Mood now...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Totally depressed now. Can´t eat, can´t sleep, i am sick. OH NOES that was a Song from Amuro Namie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;GEEZE! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;now you know my name there! Whoops ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Guys! Only 2 more Days til Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Can you believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; Only 9 Days till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;New Year's Eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;And then we have 2012. And then the World will ends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Whut!? You think i am silly? Hello? Did you heard / read the News lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Dutch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;deadly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;super virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We all gonna die next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;So i have to fly to Japan as soon as possible! And New Zealand. I think i wanna die in New Zealand instead of Japan. But wait! New Zealand is far far away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Netherlands&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;! So maybe they survive it!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I should move to New Zealand instead of making vacation!!! That´s the idea! But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the other hand&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;... if they survive it and Europe is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;a desert or a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;memorial park &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;New Zealanders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sure not throw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;, don´t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;But on the other hand i am too fat for the Country... fuu.png&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Meet me in Auckland on April 30! That´s my Birthday and i will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha you know i am not seriously, don´t you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-3651002783844426968?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3651002783844426968/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3651002783844426968&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3651002783844426968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3651002783844426968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-too-sexy-for-jappyand-virus.html' title='I am too Sexy for Jappy...and a Virus'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s72-c/p4otil4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4966177983312253235</id><published>2011-12-21T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:03:21.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>restless hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEVUWTlpDz0/TvIMb02RQCI/AAAAAAAABlI/KrUT699WMww/s1600/DSCF5009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEVUWTlpDz0/TvIMb02RQCI/AAAAAAAABlI/KrUT699WMww/s320/DSCF5009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking into the Sky always gives me a feeling of Hope.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes. i think i am a magnet for everything bad. People &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;seems to have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to missunderstand everything, you write. However I added a new Link to my &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;upper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bar, called Gifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;All Gifs maded by me and are me.&amp;nbsp; I will update sometimes with new ones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/20f3t75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/20f3t75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Bye bye yeah ^^&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/3739102154625966868-4966177983312253235?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4966177983312253235/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4966177983312253235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4966177983312253235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4966177983312253235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/restless-hope.html' title='restless hope'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEVUWTlpDz0/TvIMb02RQCI/AAAAAAAABlI/KrUT699WMww/s72-c/DSCF5009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-3583144587194996989</id><published>2011-12-19T12:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:34:50.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...?</title><content type='html'>What if my Life would be different?&lt;br /&gt;What if i were a Boy?&lt;br /&gt;What if i would be born in the Rococo Era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ask sometimes the What if..? Question.&lt;br /&gt;And i ask myself the Question:&lt;br /&gt;What if my Mom will die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is Sick. She died back in 2008 for a Moment. She went to the Doctor, did some Medicine Routine, was sitting on a bicycle for Tests and then she saw the Heaven. It was a very beautiful blue Heaven. She felt only &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, harmony,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. She didn't feel any pain anymore. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;That´s what she told me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nurses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;brought her back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;It was a very, very weird Day. She came home and told me she died. O_O WHAT!? Was my reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;I thought she was Joking. Since this Day i´ll think about What if she will die? What will i do then? Can i live without her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Thyroid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;To hear this makes me crying. Seeing, that she becomes more and more feeble.. She didn´t lost her Hair or weight. But she wasn´t that strong woman anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;I didn´t wanted to see her in Hospital. Put on hoses and stuff. I did not wanted this reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;After that Hospital Time she was Ok. The cancer has defeated but something remained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;She has something with her belly. Something is in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;A few months ago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;found that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her health&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is not good.&lt;/span&gt; If she&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;would be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Today Mom told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;blood count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;​​is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;needs to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;go to Hospital? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Must she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;operated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;And so i come to the What if..? Question.&lt;br /&gt;What if my Mom has to go to the Hospital again?&lt;br /&gt;What if i can´t do anything for her?&lt;br /&gt;What if no Doctor can do anything for her?&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no Medicine for her?&lt;br /&gt;What if she will die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;~a little German Site ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Was wäre wenn..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;2008 starb meine Mom. Doch sie wurde wieder belebt. Ein Glück!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Sie hatte Schilddrüsenkrebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;vor ein paar monaten ging sie zum arzt. dieser fand heraus, dass ihr gesundheitszustand nicht gut ist. wäre sie heute gegangen, hätte sie erneut krebs bekommen. und würde daran sterben. sie bekommt tabletten dagegen. Ich weiß nicht, ob der krebs weg ist. ich weiß nicht, was für eine krankheit sie hat. ich weiß nur, dass sie nicht gesund ist.&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/3739102154625966868-3583144587194996989?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3583144587194996989/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=3583144587194996989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3583144587194996989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/3583144587194996989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-if.html' title='What if...?'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4147567549743429078</id><published>2011-12-17T13:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T07:03:17.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Chloelenne.blogspot.com the BEST Blog from Germany?</title><content type='html'>Many People asked me this Question and i will answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started with blogging, I had never intended it to be something for the mass public to read.&lt;br /&gt;I simply used it as a &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I first joined &lt;a href="http://www.over-blog.com/"&gt;http://www.over-blog.com/&lt;/a&gt; , my Blog is still online there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelylenne.over-blog.com/"&gt;http://lovelylenne.over-blog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I used to write like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;"Hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;how are you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ah cheeezz i hate this...&lt;br /&gt;And a funny Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Don´t run after your dream, let it run after you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I recorded my first online steps. My first experience i had with Youtube, Livejournal, other Blogs i liked and also about my Life. &lt;br /&gt;On 08.08.08 i chose blogging on Tumblr. But i mostly used it as a Picbook. Then i found Shoko Nakagawa´s Blog and it&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;revelation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for me. Seeing how she´s blogging about her Life impressed me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I started to do it like Shoko too. A Pic and writing about it. But after years it doesn´t filled me out anymore. Something is missing in all the Posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;People on Tumblr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;i&gt; to unfollow you, if you Blog alot.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;And so did i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; There were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;when I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;blogged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;100 times. And the Follower Counter fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; I used to write offline in my diary but one day i had a very, berry, berry Nightmare. My House was burning and all i was thinking about is my Diary´s burning up there right now. I wanted to run into the House and save them, but People around me didn´t let me. It was the worst Nightmare ever for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I decided to Blogging as i write in my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;painfully shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I wouldn´t talk to you like i did it here. My Blog is like a Therapy against this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;What can you write without hurting the ones you Love?&lt;br /&gt;What can you write without getting a &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Letter from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;law office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;What can you write without embarrassing yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;There is so many happend in my Life, i wanna talk about. But what if something happend? If i hurt someone? If i embarrass myself without knowing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;I like 2 Books alot:&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;China Girl by Chun Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps alt-edited"&gt;Both written like i want to read a Blog. Both had no worry´s about writing about Mom and Dad in a bad light. Just what they feel. And i like this so much. I want to write like them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp; For me a Blog is about Life. Like an online Diary. &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;You write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;about your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I imagine&lt;/span&gt; how will &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it be&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;in 100&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Years&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;our time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Do people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fashion of our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Isn´t it enough for them, read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; such&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"The fashion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;100 years ago"&lt;/span&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; Do &lt;span class="hps"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;want to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in 100&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;about what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;worn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;100 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I think the people want to read in 100 years about peoples thought as of the world today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;changeable World&lt;/span&gt;. T&lt;span class="hps"&gt;here is so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;totally unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are hungry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;enough to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;It will even thrown away eat just because of the expired sell-by date.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;This is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nerve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t like most Fashion Blogs. That doesn´t mean, i don´t like to read a couple.&lt;br /&gt;but... &lt;br /&gt;All these Post´s about:&lt;br /&gt;What i wore today.&lt;br /&gt;Which Nailpolish is the best?&lt;br /&gt;Are Girls really like that? Having Make up in her mind and nothing else? Don´t they have a Life which is interesting to write about and for others to read? Or are they too Shy?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, that would make a good website.&lt;br /&gt;But not a good blog.&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; I like have a good balance in Fashion Blogs. A 50/50 is OK. 90% Fashion, 10%What´s in my mind is a NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is constantly changing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is Hip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But the Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Life will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many Blogs about Fashion out and everyday a trillion new ones come. It´s annoying so much. Like all the Girls dancing on Youtube.... At the beginning it was funny, but now there are so many Girls, who can´t dance but think they can.&lt;br /&gt;I am not dancing on Youtube. That´s far away when i upped a Dance Video and i don´t think to upload another dance Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not a dancer or a singer&lt;/b&gt;...I have no passion for it and i am too &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;inflexible for it. But i would love to dance Dubstep. That looks amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the same with Fashion Blogs. Some Girls just can´t write about Fashion, cause they have no idea about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;German Girl Blogs i found are 99,99% about Fashion. And that´s &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;bores&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; me. There are a couple of very nice ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;but I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;them on one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna read about a German Girl´s Life, not what she wore today and what she bought yesterday. I would Love, knowing a Girl from Berlin, who is blogging about her Life and i can say, yeah you are so right with it! I know what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;But there is no one. Or i didn´t found this Girl yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;I think everyone says from his Blog it´s the best from all other ones. It´s yours. So why not thinking like that? I didn´t found any Blog(s) from Germany which is really better than mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Where i think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; Damn! I have to become like her. I need her skills in blogging! I want that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;I have these thoughts on other Blogs like from Singapore, Japan, America. But nothing from Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That is why my Blog is the best from Germany. (for myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is your decision, if you like what you read or not. But i don´t care about it that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am happy if you become happy reading my Blog, but i don´t care if you don´t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It´s my Blog, my feelings, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;experience, my Life... and not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me give you a Quote on the Way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~ Anne Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔♔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Some German ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;du schreibst über deine erfahrungen mit dem leben.&lt;br /&gt;Mode..mode ändert sich ständig. was heute hip ist ist morgen out.&lt;br /&gt;Aber das Leben. Das Leben wird niemals out sein.&lt;br /&gt;Ich stelle mir vor wie es in 100 Jahren sein wird. Wenn Menschen Blogs von unserer Zeit lesen. Haben die Menschen wirklich interesse an der Mode unserer zeit? reicht es ihnen nicht, diese Büchern wie "Die Mode vor 100 Jahren" zu lesen? Wollen Menschen in 100 Jahren wirklich darüber lesen, was die Menschen vor 100 Jahren getragen haben? ich glaube, dass die menschen in 100 jahren lesen möchten, wie die menschen heute gedacht haben.Wir leben in einer sehr wandelbaren welt. es herrscht so viel krieg, obwohl er völlig unnötig ist. noch immer müssen menschen hungern, obwohl wir genug zu essen haben.&lt;br /&gt;es wird sogar essen weggeschmissen, nur weil das haltbarkeitsdatum abgelaufen ist. das ist eine frechheit! Ich mag die meisten Mode Blogs nicht. Immer geht es nur darum, was gerade gekauft wurde oder was heute angezogen wurde. Das langweilt mich. Ich möchte von dem Leben lesen.&amp;nbsp; 99,99% aller Mädchen Blogs aus Deutschland die ich gefunden habe, bestehen zumeist nur daraus. Ich wünschte, da wäre ein Mädchen aus Berlin, dass einfach aus ihrem Leben schreibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe Anne Frank´s Tagebuch und Chun Sue´s "China Girl" Buch.&lt;br /&gt;Genauso stelle ich mir einen Blog vor. Dafür wurden Blogs doch erfunden, nicht?&lt;br /&gt;Ich weiß, es gibt ein haufen Sparten,&lt;br /&gt;Autoblogs&lt;br /&gt;Musikblogs&lt;br /&gt;Modeblogs&lt;br /&gt;Persönlicheblogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich habe keine Persönliche Blogs bisher in deutsch gefunden, die mir gefallen.&lt;br /&gt;Jedoch...mein Lieblings Deutscher Blog zb. fängt neuerdings an, englisch zu schreiben. Aber so, dass man im Feed immer:&lt;br /&gt;"Übersetzung von Deutsch nach Englisch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geben Sie Text oder eine Website-Adresse ein oder lassen Sie ein Dokument übersetzen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbrechen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich selbst benutze ab und zu auch Übersetzer, da mir nicht jedes englische Wort bekannt ist. Aber wenn man schon den kompletten deutschen Text eingibt, sollte man wenigstens beim abkopieren das weglassen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mag &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sein, &lt;b&gt;überheblich&lt;/b&gt; und &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;dumm&lt;/b&gt;, seinen eigenen Blog als #1 Blog eines Landes zu bezeichnen, aber hey. Einer muss vorangehen!&lt;br /&gt;Und es ist nur meine eigene Meinung über meinen Blog die für keinen der 7 Milliarden Menschen gilt.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn wer genau so denkt, ist es fein, wenn nicht, ist es auch OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde hier noch weiterschreiben, damit Leute aus Deutschland das auch lesen können, ohne mir wieder zu sagen: "Aber du schreibst englisch und ich hab keine Lust, dass zu lesen."&lt;br /&gt;"Der Google Translator..ja! Den kannste auch in de Tonne werfen haha."&lt;br /&gt;Bis dann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-4147567549743429078?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4147567549743429078/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4147567549743429078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4147567549743429078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4147567549743429078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-is-chloelenneblogspotcom-best-blog.html' title='Why is Chloelenne.blogspot.com the BEST Blog from Germany?'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6923261330199763330</id><published>2011-12-17T13:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:25:14.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before english comes german</title><content type='html'>du schreibst über deine erfahrungen mit dem leben.&lt;br /&gt;Mode..mode ändert sich ständig. was heute hip ist ist morgen out.&lt;br /&gt;Aber das Leben. Das Leben wird niemals out sein.&lt;br /&gt;Ich stelle mir vor wie es in 100 Jahren sein wird. Wenn Menschen Blogs von unserer Zeit lesen. Haben die Menschen wirklich interesse an der Mode unserer zeit? reicht es ihnen nicht, diese Büchern wie "Die Mode vor 100 Jahren" zu lesen? Wollen Menschen in 100 Jahren wirklich darüber lesen, was die Menschen vor 100 Jahren getragen haben? ich glaube, dass die menschen in 100 jahren lesen möchten, wie die menschen heute gedacht haben.Wir leben in einer sehr wandelbaren welt. es herrscht so viel krieg, obwohl er völlig unnötig ist. noch immer müssen menschen hungern, obwohl wir genug zu essen haben.&lt;br /&gt;es wird sogar essen weggeschmissen, nur weil das haltbarkeitsdatum abgelaufen ist. das ist eine frechheit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6923261330199763330?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6923261330199763330/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6923261330199763330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6923261330199763330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6923261330199763330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-english-comes-german.html' title='Before english comes german'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2904106053047413486</id><published>2011-12-16T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:21:20.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ein Gedanke schlich sich heute in meinen Kopf, nachdem ich 2 Frauen mit ihren Kinderwagen half, während andere einfach nur zuschauten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Warum helft ihr nicht?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ich heute aus dem Bus stieg, wollte eine Frau mit ihrem Kinderwagen hinein, schaffte es aber nicht. Ich versuchte ihr zu helfen, völlig vergessend, dass es eine wesentlich einfachere Lösung gab als die meine. Ich bückte mich und hob ihren Kinderwagen hinten an, während sie vorne schob. Das sie sich eigentlich nur hätte umdrehen müssen und rückwärts einparken könnte, ... diesen Gedanke gab mir meine Ma. Ich hätte ihr damit besser helfen können.&lt;br /&gt;Jedenfalls...&lt;br /&gt;Da saßen Männer, die weitaus stärker waren wie ich und sahen zu anstatt ihre angeklebten Ärsche vom Sitz hoch zu kriegen und der Frau zu helfen. Die Frau nahm übrigens den nächsten Bus, der hinter dem anderen stand. Sie meinte schon während des helfens:&lt;br /&gt;"Ist ok, ich nehm den anderen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die nächste Frau mit Kinderwagen kam mir entgegen, als ich in einem Laden drin war und an der Tür wartete, während meine Ma Regenschirme kaufte. Ein Mädel kam hinein, ich schätze 17- 20 Jahre. Die Frau mit dem Kinderwagen war drinnen mit ihrem Einkauf fertig und wollte raus. Anstatt die Tür aufzuhalten, ging das Mädel einfach weiter.&amp;nbsp; Und das Obwohl sie sah, dass die Frau mit dem Wagen raus wollte! Nun stand ich also da an der Tür und hielt diese auf. Selbstverständlich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Warum helfen sich die Menschen nicht gegenseitig? Ist es normal, zu gaffen und zu schauen, ob es eine Frau mit einem Kinderwagen in den Bus schafft oder nicht? Ist es ein Kick für Menschen, ihnen dabei zu zu sehen? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von Hause aus bin ich so erzogen worden, dass ich helfe wo ich kann. Warum gilt dies für andere nicht? Warum schauen manche einfach nur zu?&lt;br /&gt;Angenommen, wir sind auf einem Bahnhof und 3 Männer umzingeln einen anderen Mann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Was würdest du tun? &lt;br /&gt;Was würde ich tun?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich würde die Polizei rufen und ansonsten nichts machen. Denn ich kann mich gegen 3 Männer nicht wehren. Und da ich nun mal ein hübsches Mädchen, dazu noch mit langen, blonden Haaren, bin....&lt;br /&gt;kannst du dir sicher eins und eins zusammenzählen, was die Männer mit mir anstellen würden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermutlich, und das ist ziemlich verrückt,...aber das beste Beweisstück für die Polizei,.. würde ich es filmen. Nicht alles, aber einen Teil.&lt;br /&gt;Sobald ich sehe, wie ein Mensch einen anderen verprügelt, bin ich meistens so, dass ich mich einmische. Was nicht unbedingt das Beste ist, wenn du allein auf einem Bahnof mit 3 Männer bist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2904106053047413486?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2904106053047413486/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2904106053047413486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2904106053047413486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2904106053047413486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/ein-gedanke-schlich-sich-heute-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8261369260840827339</id><published>2011-12-15T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:17:31.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lastfm wrong tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnnrUwkl-w/TuohVpQihmI/AAAAAAAABj8/7VRjhn4lBv0/s1600/juju.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;always getting me pissed off alot.&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to an Artist who has no Italian alphabet in his Name, but Kanji, Hiragani, etc. you always have more than 1 Artist Page for an Artist.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;The beautiful Anna Tsuchiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Her Japanese Name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;土屋 アンナ.&lt;br /&gt;I found the following Pages for her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/ANNA+TSUCHIYA+inspi%27+NANA+%28BLACK+STONES%29"&gt;www.last.fm/music/ANNA+TSUCHIYA+inspi'+NANA+(BLACK+STONES)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/ANNA+inspi+NANA"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/ANNA+inspi+NANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Anna+Tsuchiya"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Anna+Tsuchiya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tsuchiya+Anna"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Tsuchiya+Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E5%9C%9F%E5%B1%8B%E3%82%A2%E3%83%B3%E3%83%8A"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/土屋 アンナ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If people would buy her CD´s or &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/jp/artist/id78950035?ign-mpt=uo%3D4"&gt;Itunes Files&lt;/a&gt;, they would get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  土屋アンナ&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;and this is how to Tag and Scrobble Anna Tsuchiya on Lastfm!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Let´s take a look at the Scrobbles on the different Pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;ol style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="playCount"&gt;724,559&lt;/span&gt; plays                    (22,378 listeners)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="playCount"&gt;65,371&lt;/span&gt; plays                    (4,092 listeners)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="playCount"&gt;1,387,543&lt;/span&gt; plays                    (24,782 listeners)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="playCount"&gt;108,935&lt;/span&gt; plays                    (6,897 listeners)&amp;nbsp;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="playCount"&gt;840,148&lt;/span&gt; plays                    (33,376 listeners)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;= 3.126.556 plays ( 91,525 listeners)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nH7sEuBS98/TsoXuHoH81I/AAAAAAAAAw0/7YBuAdXponY/s1600/o0020002011621534874.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nH7sEuBS98/TsoXuHoH81I/AAAAAAAAAw0/7YBuAdXponY/s1600/o0020002011621534874.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anna Tsuchiya could have over 3 Million plays, if everyone would fix his tags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It really pissed me off so much, always seeing a trillion of Pages for one Artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Same with Ayu or Shokotan...&lt;br /&gt;If People wouldn´t be SO damn Lazy or stop with Illegall download Music, Lastfm would looking SO beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPp97iPZYk0/Tsoq6_QDO_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/5cgMPrbhnmY/s1600/o0020002011552620314.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPp97iPZYk0/Tsoq6_QDO_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/5cgMPrbhnmY/s1600/o0020002011552620314.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always try to get&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/Anna+Tsuchiya/+images/61854837"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;Picture as the Default for the wrong Artist Pages.&lt;br /&gt;( The Link you click will bring you to Lastfm. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funny thing with artists who carry the same name.&lt;br /&gt;An example: JUJU&lt;br /&gt;I scrobble the Japanese Girl. But there is a finnish Singer too. So i don´t wanna see this Guy all the time on my Music Library, means Time for changing Tags! &lt;br /&gt;from JUJU to ＪＵＪＵ.&lt;br /&gt;She has her own Page and you can see clearly only the scrobbles for her Songs. That´s the best way for different Artists. It is very easy, scrobbling her as ＪＵＪＵ, if you have Itunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just change JUJU as JUJ and then change it again as ＪＵＪＵ. That´s it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;See here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnnrUwkl-w/TuohVpQihmI/AAAAAAAABj8/7VRjhn4lBv0/s1600/juju.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnnrUwkl-w/TuohVpQihmI/AAAAAAAABj8/7VRjhn4lBv0/s640/juju.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZTF6V4oAdo/TuohW9XeZ7I/AAAAAAAABkE/KH0HfhBLAZA/s640/juju2.png" width="640" /&gt;I think it was " then " not " than". I am sorry ;_; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How to do it with Ayumi Hamasaki: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy1WOn4x_2Q/TuohTtcyUfI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZRnXA76qOD0/s1600/ayu1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy1WOn4x_2Q/TuohTtcyUfI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZRnXA76qOD0/s640/ayu1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some People can´t write a Song correctly!&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E5%80%96%E7%94%B0%E4%BE%86%E6%9C%AA" title="Koda Kumi"&gt;倖田來未&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;AT THE WEEKEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;I have her Album Dejavu and i got: AT THE WEEK END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;This is how everyone would tag this Song, if they would own the Album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Another example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90" title="Nakagawa Shoko"&gt;中川翔子&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Sora Iro Days this Song has over 6.000 Listeners. WTH!? Where did you buy her Song like this?&amp;nbsp; Correct Tag is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/%E7%A9%BA%E8%89%B2%E3%83%87%E3%82%A4%E3%82%BA"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;空色デイズ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This Song would be every week on #1, if some people could buy her Songs, instead of downloading it somewhere. rargh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for example: This week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;table class="candyStriped chart"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="" data-track-id="106690536" itemprop="tracks" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/MusicRecording"&gt;&lt;td class="positionCell"&gt;4  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="playbuttonCell"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="subjectCell" title="Sora Iro Days, 124 Hörer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/Sora+Iro+Days"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Sora Iro Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="lovedCell"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="multibuttonCell"&gt;&lt;a class=" mAddToLibrary mSend mAddTags mAddToPlaylist mLove mBuy lfmButton lfmMultiButton lfmButtonFortrack lfmSmallButton lfmSmallMultiButton lfmMultiButtonFull" href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/Sora+Iro+Days"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="chartbarCell"&gt;&lt;div class="chartbar" style="width: 82%;"&gt;124&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" data-track-id="97019487" itemprop="tracks" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/MusicRecording"&gt;  &lt;td class="positionCell"&gt;5  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="playbuttonCell"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="subjectCell" title="空色デイズ, 105 Hörer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/%E7%A9%BA%E8%89%B2%E3%83%87%E3%82%A4%E3%82%BA"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;空色デイズ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="lovedCell"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="multibuttonCell"&gt;&lt;a class=" mAddToLibrary mSend mAddTags mAddToPlaylist mLove mBuy lfmButton lfmMultiButton lfmButtonFortrack lfmSmallButton lfmSmallMultiButton lfmMultiButtonFull" href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/%E7%A9%BA%E8%89%B2%E3%83%87%E3%82%A4%E3%82%BA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="chartbarCell"&gt;&lt;div class="chartbar" style="width: 70%;"&gt;105&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;together: 229 would be #1 this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;but!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Seeing this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;table class="candyStriped chart"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" data-track-id="106221403" itemprop="tracks" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/MusicRecording"&gt;&lt;td class="positionCell"&gt;9  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="playbuttonCell"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="subjectCell" title="Sorairo days, 46 Hörer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/Sorairo+days"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Sorairo days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="lovedCell"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="multibuttonCell"&gt;&lt;a class=" mAddToLibrary mSend mAddTags mAddToPlaylist mLove mBuy lfmButton lfmMultiButton lfmButtonFortrack lfmSmallButton lfmSmallMultiButton lfmMultiButtonFull" href="http://www.lastfm.de/music/%E4%B8%AD%E5%B7%9D%E7%BF%94%E5%AD%90/_/Sorairo+days"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="chartbarCell"&gt;&lt;div class="chartbar" style="width: 30%;"&gt;46&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;is more rarhgh!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;together 275..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnhED1LzfkY/Ttdl2_26jtI/AAAAAAAABWI/kErL7QOyT4c/s1600/o0020002011640787902.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnhED1LzfkY/Ttdl2_26jtI/AAAAAAAABWI/kErL7QOyT4c/s1600/o0020002011640787902.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;I am not happy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/group/Unification+of+Japanese+Artists+Pages"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;http://www.last.fm/group/Unification+of+Japanese+Artists+Pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Speaking out of my soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Look at this Crazy shi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.de/search?q=anna%20tsuchiya&amp;amp;type=artist"&gt;http://www.last.fm/search?q=anna%20tsuchiya&amp;amp;type=artist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8261369260840827339?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8261369260840827339/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8261369260840827339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8261369260840827339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8261369260840827339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/lastfm-wrong-tags.html' title='Lastfm wrong tags'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nH7sEuBS98/TsoXuHoH81I/AAAAAAAAAw0/7YBuAdXponY/s72-c/o0020002011621534874.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5559414130691917770</id><published>2011-12-13T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:50:54.712+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Co&amp;Lu</title><content type='html'>Finally! The last Package from Japan arrived.&lt;br /&gt;My Cocolulu Jackets are finally at home. I had many many trouble with the costumes office. But now everything is ok and i can wear Cocolulu.&lt;br /&gt;I used Mukunoki Service. I think i did a lot of trouble to him.&lt;br /&gt;[ I am sorry, Muku! ;_; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGjkfnchF5U/Tuc0ZMuwzoI/AAAAAAAABiA/f6lfDyop5gY/s1600/colu+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGjkfnchF5U/Tuc0ZMuwzoI/AAAAAAAABiA/f6lfDyop5gY/s640/colu+%25282%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 Jackets for Spring / Summer. Pink and Yellow. I found them on yahoo auction and fall instantly in Love with them. Well i mostly fall in Love with Cocolulu Fashion. It is all so beautiful. ( But my camera isn´t that good. I hate it. I really wish a new one for Xmas. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKS7qhD9hS8/Tuc0iphZVQI/AAAAAAAABiI/1bq3FGCwr_4/s1600/colu.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKS7qhD9hS8/Tuc0iphZVQI/AAAAAAAABiI/1bq3FGCwr_4/s640/colu.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is from the Pink Panther &amp;amp; Pals Collection. i didn´t know about that Collab. But it is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGJ_oM9ZrPQ/TuczD7tEhpI/AAAAAAAABg4/9u--0WYrAxE/s1600/colu+%252822%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGJ_oM9ZrPQ/TuczD7tEhpI/AAAAAAAABg4/9u--0WYrAxE/s640/colu+%252822%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OuIBLLK_A-c/Tucy5UF2zNI/AAAAAAAABgo/Zcyo-YxN-JI/s1600/colu+%252821%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OuIBLLK_A-c/Tucy5UF2zNI/AAAAAAAABgo/Zcyo-YxN-JI/s640/colu+%252821%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fo-4PO082IE/Tuc1mbqBXsI/AAAAAAAABjA/V3ybwGEiffE/s1600/colu+%252810%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fo-4PO082IE/Tuc1mbqBXsI/AAAAAAAABjA/V3ybwGEiffE/s640/colu+%252810%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More Pink Panther Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLxqVVMj0Co/Tuc0F8euJdI/AAAAAAAABho/qNBu2Xxf3HY/s1600/colu+%252828%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLxqVVMj0Co/Tuc0F8euJdI/AAAAAAAABho/qNBu2Xxf3HY/s640/colu+%252828%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMJ-YkKAuqY/Tuczzo8kNQI/AAAAAAAABhY/QpMbk2psHhE/s1600/colu+%252827%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMJ-YkKAuqY/Tuczzo8kNQI/AAAAAAAABhY/QpMbk2psHhE/s640/colu+%252827%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTsVN9TvzhQ/Tuczk_EwVHI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qlu7mDgpw_c/s1600/colu+%252826%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTsVN9TvzhQ/Tuczk_EwVHI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qlu7mDgpw_c/s640/colu+%252826%2529.png" width="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaXaFmush6U/Tuc0MchdOFI/AAAAAAAABhw/Iu7Bn7q8twY/s1600/colu+%252825%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaXaFmush6U/Tuc0MchdOFI/AAAAAAAABhw/Iu7Bn7q8twY/s640/colu+%252825%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg5WdSmeMIk/Tuc1jQe96YI/AAAAAAAABi4/XHMzw3EbgF8/s1600/colu+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg5WdSmeMIk/Tuc1jQe96YI/AAAAAAAABi4/XHMzw3EbgF8/s640/colu+%25289%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppZddz791vA/Tuc07xqSROI/AAAAAAAABiY/GLvKwAdeuyo/s1600/colu+%25288%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppZddz791vA/Tuc07xqSROI/AAAAAAAABiY/GLvKwAdeuyo/s640/colu+%25288%2529.png" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Face don´t look good today... And why is my hair so dark now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkrzSfgIjKs/Tuc09NF3P2I/AAAAAAAABig/7E8Zig0_Je4/s1600/colu+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="608" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkrzSfgIjKs/Tuc09NF3P2I/AAAAAAAABig/7E8Zig0_Je4/s640/colu+%25287%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. Looks good, neee? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAxedlrRS8Y/Tuc1D6nRnDI/AAAAAAAABio/L_3z0xRqApg/s1600/colu+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAxedlrRS8Y/Tuc1D6nRnDI/AAAAAAAABio/L_3z0xRqApg/s640/colu+%25286%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now comes to the yellow ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21VhonCoFF8/Tuc1T2UnVwI/AAAAAAAABiw/DbPqpNXaBIc/s1600/colu+%252811%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21VhonCoFF8/Tuc1T2UnVwI/AAAAAAAABiw/DbPqpNXaBIc/s640/colu+%252811%2529.png" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQw2luHfihE/TucyUa4eJ9I/AAAAAAAABgI/FDkfRb2J2CQ/s1600/colu+%252812%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQw2luHfihE/TucyUa4eJ9I/AAAAAAAABgI/FDkfRb2J2CQ/s640/colu+%252812%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;with super cute flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZfg8_9Mq5I/TucxTB0PmZI/AAAAAAAABfc/x8hEXzQIGVg/s1600/colu+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZfg8_9Mq5I/TucxTB0PmZI/AAAAAAAABfc/x8hEXzQIGVg/s640/colu+%25284%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and a super fluffy pink hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y56GljttZeM/Tuc0mlyxOAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/wiHOsD7jEVA/s1600/colu+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y56GljttZeM/Tuc0mlyxOAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/wiHOsD7jEVA/s640/colu+%25285%2529.png" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my Hair! When did i colored you ..brown? (haha sounds like i never look into a mirror.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jtwwUE12kw/TucyUY9LL5I/AAAAAAAABgM/Z9kcuwiPP1c/s1600/colu+%252815%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jtwwUE12kw/TucyUY9LL5I/AAAAAAAABgM/Z9kcuwiPP1c/s640/colu+%252815%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RylMMyU4-QY/Tuc0We95ylI/AAAAAAAABh4/U6QX-NdJxG4/s1600/colu+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RylMMyU4-QY/Tuc0We95ylI/AAAAAAAABh4/U6QX-NdJxG4/s640/colu+%25283%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMNNloCzgV4/TucxroO7CzI/AAAAAAAABfw/kPWBI7aT3jQ/s1600/colu+%252813%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMNNloCzgV4/TucxroO7CzI/AAAAAAAABfw/kPWBI7aT3jQ/s640/colu+%252813%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On one Upper Arm Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RHJwLcHYq8/Tucx3B56HJI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yua8Rf8Bv-I/s1600/colu+%252814%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RHJwLcHYq8/Tucx3B56HJI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yua8Rf8Bv-I/s640/colu+%252814%2529.png" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WOWHO Hipp Hipp Hurray at my viewable Bra! ... (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEfQOMNlHws/TucyNTxYBzI/AAAAAAAABgA/Vfctz3iyoNk/s1600/colu+%252816%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEfQOMNlHws/TucyNTxYBzI/AAAAAAAABgA/Vfctz3iyoNk/s640/colu+%252816%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other yellow / pink one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1CBoclgL7o/Tucy_pFPuOI/AAAAAAAABgw/BwcUPGzpSEY/s1600/colu+%252817%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1CBoclgL7o/Tucy_pFPuOI/AAAAAAAABgw/BwcUPGzpSEY/s640/colu+%252817%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Front. &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;knobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLLk7MbPZvI/TucykCi0xhI/AAAAAAAABgY/otfWEEsEwjU/s1600/colu+%252818%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLLk7MbPZvI/TucykCi0xhI/AAAAAAAABgY/otfWEEsEwjU/s640/colu+%252818%2529.png" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwTvxajANso/TucyqIKHPxI/AAAAAAAABgg/rWc0BIux0_M/s1600/colu+%252819%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwTvxajANso/TucyqIKHPxI/AAAAAAAABgg/rWc0BIux0_M/s640/colu+%252819%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSZRJfUScLc/TuczXH9n9PI/AAAAAAAABhI/a-glJ2Qovdk/s1600/colu+%252820%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSZRJfUScLc/TuczXH9n9PI/AAAAAAAABhI/a-glJ2Qovdk/s640/colu+%252820%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Hair is really this long. No Extensions nor Clip Ins nor whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGgD_nw1n_o/Tuc0Aelu9ZI/AAAAAAAABhg/3mU4jo56txk/s1600/colu+%252823%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGgD_nw1n_o/Tuc0Aelu9ZI/AAAAAAAABhg/3mU4jo56txk/s640/colu+%252823%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn´t believe, i could wear the Japanese M Size. But .. i can :D Imma skinny Girl hipp hipp hurrayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l10sUok6mC4/TuczSpvJzcI/AAAAAAAABhA/CCE7VCldLew/s1600/colu+%252824%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l10sUok6mC4/TuczSpvJzcI/AAAAAAAABhA/CCE7VCldLew/s640/colu+%252824%2529.png" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;A Last Pic with a Pom Pom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&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/3739102154625966868-5559414130691917770?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5559414130691917770/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5559414130691917770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5559414130691917770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5559414130691917770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/co.html' title='Co&amp;Lu'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGjkfnchF5U/Tuc0ZMuwzoI/AAAAAAAABiA/f6lfDyop5gY/s72-c/colu+%25282%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5687154520474348523</id><published>2011-12-10T08:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:45:03.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>break up a relationship online</title><content type='html'>is the worst way you can choose for ending a long time relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my BFF´s Ex doesn´t had any balls in his Pants to say her personally, that he was cheating at her with his new Girlfriend (Which is btw. looking like a Lesbian or a boy. &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;5mm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, wearing boyish clothes..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Yeah i am really pissed off that he did it to her and i have to write about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Both were together for 4 Years. That´s alot of Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, like a comet crashing on earth, she get an Mail Online in the Morning with the &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;daft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;reasons someone can write. I don´t wanna use any Words like fuck anymore on my blog, cause i wanna be a Princess. (haha) But i am honest to you. The first i wrote to my BFF when she wrote me the reason was:&lt;br /&gt;WHUT the fucking fuck fuck?!?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Many fucks =_=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share 2 Pics, the new Girlfriend uploaded online &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;so you can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to delete it. Not because she knew it. Just because i want it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;pimple-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;! If you upload Pics of yourself online, please be sure, there are no pimples! No one likes pimples. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span class="hps"&gt;hotoshop and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;skills in using it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Corel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;PhotoPaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;! But please don´t upload this ewww Pics with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;impure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;skin =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(Ok ok... i don´t wanna have any Ugly Pics in my Blog.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who is the Girl??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is the Question. Who is the Girl???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is the first one. Isn´t it crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When i first saw this i was like:&lt;/div&gt;O_O Where is she? Those are all cute Boys (not the one in the middle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then i read the comments. That´s WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is looking better as a Boy as her Boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How for God´s Sake is it possible to break my BFFs heart like this? She is so super nice! Never did anything bad against anyone! You wanna know the reason, he wrote to her, nee?&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He doesn't like it they see too rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__Msg41ia9o/TsoXyrPWngI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PbUEq4euBvY/s1600/o0020002011624477216.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__Msg41ia9o/TsoXyrPWngI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PbUEq4euBvY/s1600/o0020002011624477216.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__Msg41ia9o/TsoXyrPWngI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PbUEq4euBvY/s1600/o0020002011624477216.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__Msg41ia9o/TsoXyrPWngI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PbUEq4euBvY/s1600/o0020002011624477216.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;WTH!? If this would happen to me, besides that i am blogging about him, i would become so berserk, he would get a Scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Since the Years they were together, they always seen each other most everyday. Isn´t it enough? Both have the same Job, working at the same Place and he will tell her, he see her rarely?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;I know a Girl, who has a Boyfriend in America. And she lives in England. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;hey see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;once a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; for a Week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;How about stop playing Lego and being with her instead of cheating at her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu7-pjHWhxo/Tsoq6X8gq8I/AAAAAAAAA48/cOKzU7Gahjc/s1600/o0020002011552620321.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUhU8xGkV_c/Ttdl2RAWy2I/AAAAAAAABWA/9L17S3vngHE/s1600/o0020002011641854532.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUhU8xGkV_c/Ttdl2RAWy2I/AAAAAAAABWA/9L17S3vngHE/s1600/o0020002011641854532.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; Or are you in Love with Boyish Looking Girls now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;And to you new Girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Think about how he breaks up with her. He apparently will do it to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;And another one: Did you know, he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;engaged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&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/3739102154625966868-5687154520474348523?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5687154520474348523/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5687154520474348523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5687154520474348523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5687154520474348523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-up-relationship-online.html' title='break up a relationship online'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__Msg41ia9o/TsoXyrPWngI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PbUEq4euBvY/s72-c/o0020002011624477216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5243375526480823577</id><published>2011-12-09T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:47:09.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6 new Gifs!</title><content type='html'>As you may know, i sometimes create Gifs from myself. Today was a day, where i thought it´s time doing some new ones. Here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA3bvxMtOMM/TuI5G3Tj1hI/AAAAAAAABcE/o8I4Z6d3P9M/s1600/hmmm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA3bvxMtOMM/TuI5G3Tj1hI/AAAAAAAABcE/o8I4Z6d3P9M/s1600/hmmm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dhzrpWgLdI/TuI5GNSJRjI/AAAAAAAABcA/5438QVMYC2M/s1600/hm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dhzrpWgLdI/TuI5GNSJRjI/AAAAAAAABcA/5438QVMYC2M/s1600/hm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Rm5jQoO_dU/TuI5M4yyI5I/AAAAAAAABcQ/rmagTId77-Y/s1600/drink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Rm5jQoO_dU/TuI5M4yyI5I/AAAAAAAABcQ/rmagTId77-Y/s1600/drink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_16nnoosS4/TuI5ZpgTFsI/AAAAAAAABcg/5WKdBpUvzhE/s1600/love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_16nnoosS4/TuI5ZpgTFsI/AAAAAAAABcg/5WKdBpUvzhE/s1600/love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cLamvAdlAg/TuI5XXueCuI/AAAAAAAABcY/JBNYiw03jIE/s1600/hihi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cLamvAdlAg/TuI5XXueCuI/AAAAAAAABcY/JBNYiw03jIE/s1600/hihi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s1600/p4otil4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s320/p4otil4.png" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just a quick update with a pic. ~&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-8948583233731424368?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8948583233731424368/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8948583233731424368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8948583233731424368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8948583233731424368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-quick-update-with-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIEE1YZYV9o/TsPi4kEupJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/z8Wn1xyP3qY/s72-c/p4otil4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6061721771896596011</id><published>2011-12-05T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:10:19.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;That awkward moment when you have no idea what to say to your BFF, cause she break up with her Boyfriend. &lt;/blockquote&gt;... was a tweet from me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;What could you say good to your BFF in this Situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;He was an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;There are other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;You are better without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve thought of the Episode from Buffy, when Angel breaks up with her and she wanted to die. What did Willow? She was with her. Saying what an ass Angel is.&lt;br /&gt;And what did Buffy, when Oz breaks up with Willow? She hauled Willow to Parties, even Willow don't want to go. &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;She was mostly at her Room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;My BFF is not telling me, what happend. If she break up or he. What really happend between both. But she is sad. Not hungry, the usual Lovesickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I´ve thought about how Carry handled the Situations when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;one of her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;checked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Lovesickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do? How can I help my BFF?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna give you any Tips, how to help your BFF.&lt;br /&gt;You know your BFF better than me, so you have to choice what to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have still not an idea what to say to her. She is sad. &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;That is obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She don´t wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this Post. I can´t explain everything like i want. Argh :(&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i leave her alone?&lt;br /&gt;But that is a wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i meet her and eating chocolate ice cream and watching some Series on DVD?&lt;br /&gt;I´ve truely no idea what to do. And i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6061721771896596011?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6061721771896596011/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6061721771896596011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6061721771896596011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6061721771896596011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-awkward-moment-when-you-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4462816422689139109</id><published>2011-12-03T17:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:58:44.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanted to write this blog just about me and everything should come from me. But I found this page by chance yesterday. It called the princess portal.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this page is been closed, but the content is still &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20080519203210/http://princessportal.com/the-princess-code/"&gt;accessible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But even before this disappears somehow, I would like to save the whole page. But this is my blog. If I should do so, it will happen elsewhere. Yet I would like you to know the princess code. It is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28ssygp.jpg" alt=":heart:" class="wp-smiley" height="15" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28ssygp.jpg" width="15" /&gt; The Princess Code &lt;img _mce_src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28ssygp.jpg" alt=":heart:" class="wp-smiley" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28ssygp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Princess inspires others to follow their hopes and dreams through pursuing her own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Princess greets everyone with a welcoming smile, melting the hearts of friends and disarming her enemies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Princess has dignity, which protects her from the opinions and spite of ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess always looks beautiful, even when she is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess aims for perfection in every step.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess should be given fresh flowers everyday, even if she has to give them to herself.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess grows in recognition and stature in proportion to how much she treats others as royalty.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess reflect’s her inner beauty in her aesthetic choices.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess goes to war against the violence of incivility with the weapons of etiquette and prodigal generosity.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess lives each day from the heart, expressing herself freely and treasuring every moment.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess has the right to spend her funds on beautiful things she does not need because beauty in itself is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess should follow her heart and believe in her dreams, even if the whole world seems to be against her.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess respects her environment and nurtures the beauty of nature.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess is never too busy to give a kind word or smile where it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess’s most precious jewel is Hope, which lights her darkest days and shows her the beauty in every soul she meets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-4462816422689139109?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4462816422689139109/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4462816422689139109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4462816422689139109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4462816422689139109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-really-wanted-to-write-this-blog-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/28ssygp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6971139265766673596</id><published>2011-12-03T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:59:47.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Lovesickness</title><content type='html'>2 of my Friends have Lovesickness. &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Let we call them Ian and Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Ian was cheated as hell from his 19 year old Girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;She slept with another Guy, while Ian was at home workin / waiting for her. She lives miles and miles away from him. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2.) &lt;/span&gt;Paul can´t do anything correct for his Girlfriend. No matter what he is doing, she is always .. well um ah.. ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Lately he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;worked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;day and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does not take any notice of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;at every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;trifle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. Really every trifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;relationship btw...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;(Why is everyone in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;relationship? Is this the newest trend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Both seems to be very emotional and both writing online about how much it hurts, that "the girl is cheating at me and she is so angry about everything i do." Stuff... and i thought i have to write my opinion here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Normally we, entering as a woman, have the apprehension every man is a Barney Stinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He just wants you as his next Number on his List.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I know I know i don't have a big Level in "Relationship". My LVL is maybe 1...but that´s not the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;withstand can a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;When should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;separate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That´s a Question, everyone can answer easily by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would i forgive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;what not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If he kiss another Girl, &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;punish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If it is a Girl, i totally don´t like, it could be a breakup reason. It depends on the Situation then. Like: How much i love him. What was the kiss for etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If he slept with a Girl and confess it to me, i would kick his balls like crazy. Breakup for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If he slept with a Girl, i totally don´t like, well.. Sayonara Babe and a nice Blog Post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If he slept with a Girl and DON´T confess it to me, well you have such a Good Luck that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;figured it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. But i will for sure sooner or later. And then i will become a Drama Queen par exemple. Never forgive him this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;f he is discrespectful to me. Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If he is not calling me his Girlfriend while being with his Buddies. Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;If he is not there for me when i am sad, ill etc. Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hear things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I can't believe I trusted him/her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Why is she/ he doing this to me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"I never thought it could happend." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian wroted online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Why are you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fan if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;put me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Igno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;write anything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My answer was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;You can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do that&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ignore her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;finite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stalker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;he:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not know if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stalks&lt;/span&gt;, because &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;call me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;me any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more e-mails&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="hps"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ever so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for them, then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that's fine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no secrets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m just &lt;span class="hps"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sad that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to behave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;'ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;noticed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;can thus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;be no future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;There can be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with someone who is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cheating on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;A 49&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;year old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;blended&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;into the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. Her Name is Conny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW IT. WERE YOU THERE. IT DOESN´T CONCERN US. IS A MATTER BETWEEN THE TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She really wrotes in big letters. I think she dont know that it means, you screaming... Or she knows it.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I wrote her back: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Conny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to belong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the women who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;put up with everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from a man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cheats on you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;think, "&lt;/span&gt;Oh &lt;span class="hps"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;why did I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he does&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;give him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;2.Chance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; how to &lt;span class="hps"&gt;exploit it for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;only know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;told me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;send&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;then she reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;CAUTION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;WRITE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;MAKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;JUDGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt; WHAT &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;TO LEAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;WHAT NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;IT IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;IF HE SAYS SOMETHING YOU CAN SAY YOUR OPINION BUT NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOU HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;TO LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;BOTH SIDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ALSO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;LET ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;MOUTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I AM IMAGANING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;EVEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;JUDGEMENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;THIS I KNOW YOU TOO LITTLE. AND I HAVE NO RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are yu fucking kidding me? What i have to hear from her? She fucked with another Guy, &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she is in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. What i have to know more? That she liked it? That she didn´t care about Ian´s feeling? That she was on a big ego trip? That she don´t respect Ian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Oh come on Conny! Come on!! You are 49 Years old. You have to know, how the World rolls. You have to know, that it´s one of the most respectles Things you can do while being in a relationship. And you will tell me really, i have to hear what she has to say?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;I saw alot of Pics from Ians Ex Girlfriend. You know, what kind of 19 year young girl she is? Taking pics in Bathroom only wearing underwear. And she post it online! ONLINE where the whole world can view it...and FAP FAP FAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Sure you have mostly not an idea about how the World rolls, but you have to think about, what you post online will be online forever. What if you will have a Job? Your future employer will find your half naked Pics and while being on the Interview he only think about: What underwear is she wearing today? mhm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself... you will never find any Bikini Shoots online or Pics, where i am naked at the Mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please... Why should i upload such pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6971139265766673596?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6971139265766673596/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6971139265766673596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6971139265766673596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6971139265766673596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/male-lovesickness.html' title='Male Lovesickness'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-1564129878523167446</id><published>2011-12-03T07:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:12:09.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- to get an update here -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I am very happy seeing Ai Kago alive and in Paris. It makes me so happy, that she is OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It seems like i won´t get my Package from Japan include the COCOLULU Jackets, because... costume office. I so hate them :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Seiko Matsuda´s newest Single &lt;a href="http://www.generasia.com/wiki/Tokubetsu_na_Koibito_/_Koe_Dake_Kikasete" title="Tokubetsu na Koibito / Koe Dake Kikasete"&gt;Tokubetsu na Koibito / Koe Dake Kikasete&lt;/a&gt; (特別な恋人 / 声だけ聞かせて) is finally &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It´s a nice Single for the Christmas time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Perfume has  &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;released their new Album called JPN. It contains 7 new Songs - the 2 Songs which have an Album Mix, so only 5. It is a nice Album but GAME beat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I like the newest Zynga Game on Facebook, called CastleVille. &lt;br /&gt;You can create your own Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBHKRCEHs8k/TsoXu-dvwMI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zOVQzuL-Qi4/s1600/o0020002011621534896.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-1564129878523167446?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1564129878523167446/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=1564129878523167446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1564129878523167446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1564129878523167446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBHKRCEHs8k/TsoXu-dvwMI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zOVQzuL-Qi4/s72-c/o0020002011621534896.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8686592289223834937</id><published>2011-11-28T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:31:03.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Market (Warning! 62 Pics! and some Videos!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday i went to the Berlin Christmas Market with my BFF and her Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DcId4APDDM/TtOUkXRnZQI/AAAAAAAABMI/NtU17_hNvVE/s1600/DSCF4656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DcId4APDDM/TtOUkXRnZQI/AAAAAAAABMI/NtU17_hNvVE/s320/DSCF4656.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9avjYQjPFT8/TtOUkx9L-DI/AAAAAAAABMM/kAFNxnSVQ4M/s1600/DSCF4657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9avjYQjPFT8/TtOUkx9L-DI/AAAAAAAABMM/kAFNxnSVQ4M/s320/DSCF4657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7Ogko71NT4/TtOUlXkwENI/AAAAAAAABMU/4PVnJO_Ox30/s1600/DSCF4658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7Ogko71NT4/TtOUlXkwENI/AAAAAAAABMU/4PVnJO_Ox30/s320/DSCF4658.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I met with BFF at her Home. Then we had to wait for her Brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; like a zillion of Hours later after i arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; Finally we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;by train&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to Alexanderplatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;murderous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;drive a car&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; And if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you want to drink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qW57CKptS10/TtOaXAUWzRI/AAAAAAAABP4/XwB2izG1Oac/s1600/DSCF4660.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qW57CKptS10/TtOaXAUWzRI/AAAAAAAABP4/XwB2izG1Oac/s320/DSCF4660.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S43f3R13CIM/TtOaXcnR7wI/AAAAAAAABP8/ig87gzRk5WQ/s1600/DSCF4661.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S43f3R13CIM/TtOaXcnR7wI/AAAAAAAABP8/ig87gzRk5WQ/s320/DSCF4661.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBoelXyik9I/TtOZc8zryYI/AAAAAAAABMo/F-O3FstZPeY/s1600/DSCF4662.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBoelXyik9I/TtOZc8zryYI/AAAAAAAABMo/F-O3FstZPeY/s320/DSCF4662.png" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weather...dark, dark, no rain at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw4RT55_3BM/TtOZjn-wBdI/AAAAAAAABM0/fzXcxJET8Ks/s1600/DSCF4663.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw4RT55_3BM/TtOZjn-wBdI/AAAAAAAABM0/fzXcxJET8Ks/s320/DSCF4663.png" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So lovely &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;decorated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GuiOhovoYQ/TtOZjKxlVMI/AAAAAAAABMw/J4gOE5mNLnc/s1600/DSCF4667.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GuiOhovoYQ/TtOZjKxlVMI/AAAAAAAABMw/J4gOE5mNLnc/s320/DSCF4667.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;Header means: Welcome! Christmas Market on Alexanderplatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcL2vPsI6xs/TtOZkKdyCXI/AAAAAAAABM8/69_7JZQS7GU/s1600/DSCF4666.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcL2vPsI6xs/TtOZkKdyCXI/AAAAAAAABM8/69_7JZQS7GU/s320/DSCF4666.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to photograph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgyEo060bK0/TtOZoyTyWEI/AAAAAAAABNI/Am2kKD36FYw/s1600/DSCF4669.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgyEo060bK0/TtOZoyTyWEI/AAAAAAAABNI/Am2kKD36FYw/s320/DSCF4669.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Before we walked through the Market, we were getting drunk 8D ( Just kidding) I drunk hot Cocoa. yummy! And i got from BFFs Dad this Cup! Super sexy :) Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJDFEzzKrAk/TtOZsDUZUMI/AAAAAAAABNY/akDVwRGKa9s/s1600/DSCF4670.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJDFEzzKrAk/TtOZsDUZUMI/AAAAAAAABNY/akDVwRGKa9s/s320/DSCF4670.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think i took 1000000x Pics of it... But i only share the best ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDozGP_JmaY/TtOZrDEHF8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/uV2kpy2mvdY/s1600/DSCF4671.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDozGP_JmaY/TtOZrDEHF8I/AAAAAAAABNQ/uV2kpy2mvdY/s320/DSCF4671.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;Hello Kitty Toys!!!!! In a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;automatic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cross. I wanted one..Or all. but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm8GYDBqmtU/TtOZwUEbQhI/AAAAAAAABNk/VRL-4_rAGLU/s1600/DSCF4672.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm8GYDBqmtU/TtOZwUEbQhI/AAAAAAAABNk/VRL-4_rAGLU/s320/DSCF4672.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I wanted the biggest one too! BFF tried her best and played 100x i think. Really 100x. She spend like 30€ or so.... But unfortunately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyvWkl8GEnk/TtOaP4s9L2I/AAAAAAAABPg/LHYueeFbFfU/s1600/DSCF4673.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyvWkl8GEnk/TtOaP4s9L2I/AAAAAAAABPg/LHYueeFbFfU/s320/DSCF4673.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We always lost. She tried to get one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Care Bears, but she just didn´t had Luck. I tried to get a Daisy Duck, but argh! We just didn´t had any LUCK :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpqDK6TYpmw/TtOZwG3tQ4I/AAAAAAAABNg/IvOgg5mkafw/s1600/DSCF4674.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpqDK6TYpmw/TtOZwG3tQ4I/AAAAAAAABNg/IvOgg5mkafw/s320/DSCF4674.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0OLZtjk09I/TtOZzkLkJkI/AAAAAAAABN4/MqXMaIOARx4/s1600/DSCF4679.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0OLZtjk09I/TtOZzkLkJkI/AAAAAAAABN4/MqXMaIOARx4/s320/DSCF4679.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f69sB8ihkRM/TtOZ8TYSD9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/AOX-9DWEWJc/s1600/DSCF4689.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f69sB8ihkRM/TtOZ8TYSD9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/AOX-9DWEWJc/s320/DSCF4689.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfBX1MtWUJU/TtOZ4_Z1p-I/AAAAAAAABOA/rFVPQHzdM8c/s1600/DSCF4686.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfBX1MtWUJU/TtOZ4_Z1p-I/AAAAAAAABOA/rFVPQHzdM8c/s320/DSCF4686.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Videos so you will come into Christmas Fever ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tL7BG_1LsFA?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IE7vJnJalwE?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF wanted with me on this! I was like: NO NEVER! So she went with her Mom on it. Maybe she will upload the Video later, she create while being up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzTKFSdBAjE/TtOaJsRmdNI/AAAAAAAABPA/sLnEb3Jb6gw/s1600/DSCF4700.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzTKFSdBAjE/TtOaJsRmdNI/AAAAAAAABPA/sLnEb3Jb6gw/s320/DSCF4700.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see my BFF? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-qLiP3ahE0/TtOaCBiuUjI/AAAAAAAABOo/jl1cXyMHNnA/s1600/DSCF4695.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-qLiP3ahE0/TtOaCBiuUjI/AAAAAAAABOo/jl1cXyMHNnA/s320/DSCF4695.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzKljtrsDUE/TtOZ7r3IPgI/AAAAAAAABOI/_ONZtZrvInc/s1600/DSCF4680.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzKljtrsDUE/TtOZ7r3IPgI/AAAAAAAABOI/_ONZtZrvInc/s320/DSCF4680.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Kitty Ear&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;protectors! Gizakawayus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXTlooJbBgI/TtOZ76kd_tI/AAAAAAAABOM/xVjxTxszGXE/s1600/DSCF4681.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXTlooJbBgI/TtOZ76kd_tI/AAAAAAAABOM/xVjxTxszGXE/s320/DSCF4681.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;You could eat everywhere sweet candys. But i didn´t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3bj5ivCZ64/TtOaA09JS2I/AAAAAAAABOg/08a6XZtAMjg/s1600/DSCF4694.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3bj5ivCZ64/TtOaA09JS2I/AAAAAAAABOg/08a6XZtAMjg/s320/DSCF4694.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWJy5jff6O4/TtOaCBCLirI/AAAAAAAABOs/pBM54NhuFuw/s1600/DSCF4696.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWJy5jff6O4/TtOaCBCLirI/AAAAAAAABOs/pBM54NhuFuw/s320/DSCF4696.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we did not go&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNdfJko7KM4/TtOaKClBbiI/AAAAAAAABPI/NMcEcrYHClI/s1600/DSCF4713.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNdfJko7KM4/TtOaKClBbiI/AAAAAAAABPI/NMcEcrYHClI/s320/DSCF4713.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKQiDt41K7Q/TtOaM9ekALI/AAAAAAAABPY/Jj_H0aL4ZJ0/s1600/DSCF4714.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKQiDt41K7Q/TtOaM9ekALI/AAAAAAAABPY/Jj_H0aL4ZJ0/s320/DSCF4714.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;I only took pics outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDPLHDwpJY/TtOaSIeG-mI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ohl3a-8FJSE/s1600/DSCF4692.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDPLHDwpJY/TtOaSIeG-mI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ohl3a-8FJSE/s320/DSCF4692.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;m_m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsDbnRmpBH8/TtOeQENNLEI/AAAAAAAABQI/oJ_Y-508ThY/s1600/DSCF4729.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsDbnRmpBH8/TtOeQENNLEI/AAAAAAAABQI/oJ_Y-508ThY/s320/DSCF4729.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;BFF and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we shot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HB7FyR8Yo0/TtOeQA9bgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/gd-wIAHy93E/s1600/DSCF4730.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HB7FyR8Yo0/TtOeQA9bgMI/AAAAAAAABQM/gd-wIAHy93E/s320/DSCF4730.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yX8PWR2VsPk/TtOeQvSOGhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/vHesu2f60Ik/s1600/DSCF4733.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yX8PWR2VsPk/TtOeQvSOGhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/vHesu2f60Ik/s320/DSCF4733.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We leaved the Market cause we wanted to go Pipi haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOBfKYve0x4/TtOeWffPv9I/AAAAAAAABQo/CNkzbzigUqE/s1600/DSCF4740.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOBfKYve0x4/TtOeWffPv9I/AAAAAAAABQo/CNkzbzigUqE/s320/DSCF4740.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="almost_half_cell" id="gt-res-content"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I remembered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;a picture like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;in his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a Problem while being on toilet. You wanna know? Yeah you want i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAetsXQ4pU8/TtOeY17atOI/AAAAAAAABQw/VDy5a_Qcy2U/s1600/DSCF4741.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAetsXQ4pU8/TtOeY17atOI/AAAAAAAABQw/VDy5a_Qcy2U/s320/DSCF4741.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After i finished, i searched the rinse. But there was no one only this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I pushed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;like crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;nothing happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;. I asked BFF what i have to do but she only laughs... :( Mean Girl you! The toilet clean man means, i can come out he will clean it but i screamed:&lt;br /&gt;NO I don´t want that someone see, how it looks...!!!! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;embarrassing.--- and funny...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;At the end you just have to open the door and then it automaticly cleans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10ItJwR2epE/TtOaH2tL82I/AAAAAAAABO4/2uJyrJsEnXA/s1600/DSCF4698.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10ItJwR2epE/TtOaH2tL82I/AAAAAAAABO4/2uJyrJsEnXA/s320/DSCF4698.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmcbbLKU0Z8/TtOaJwrA_RI/AAAAAAAABPE/UCsdyJ8O4H0/s1600/DSCF4699.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmcbbLKU0Z8/TtOaJwrA_RI/AAAAAAAABPE/UCsdyJ8O4H0/s320/DSCF4699.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn´t it cute?? I wanted both cups, but i was to shy to ask... You know like: Here is the money now give me the Cup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgpZyTmVNKc/TtOeagObc4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/T3RGeij_SHY/s1600/DSCF4742.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgpZyTmVNKc/TtOeagObc4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/T3RGeij_SHY/s320/DSCF4742.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went in this little Store which is full of garbage..cute garbage, but garbage..&lt;br /&gt;Everything there was so &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtRNpw1FoH8/TtOeUMw2DHI/AAAAAAAABQg/yhm53s-Sq7o/s1600/DSCF4739.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtRNpw1FoH8/TtOeUMw2DHI/AAAAAAAABQg/yhm53s-Sq7o/s320/DSCF4739.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A beautiful Pic i took!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k41Ag4kdU9s/TtOeb6zbrtI/AAAAAAAABRA/5gjv3nAfORw/s1600/DSCF4743.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k41Ag4kdU9s/TtOeb6zbrtI/AAAAAAAABRA/5gjv3nAfORw/s320/DSCF4743.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAchuAqFfV4/TtOedq9cQSI/AAAAAAAABRM/0pkiaNToWw4/s1600/DSCF4744.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAchuAqFfV4/TtOedq9cQSI/AAAAAAAABRM/0pkiaNToWw4/s320/DSCF4744.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4qvuHD3lsk/TtOecxUhlhI/AAAAAAAABRI/oFcBeME-WBY/s1600/DSCF4745.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4qvuHD3lsk/TtOecxUhlhI/AAAAAAAABRI/oFcBeME-WBY/s320/DSCF4745.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvxktZPg9ow/TtOefuGWfoI/AAAAAAAABRY/vmpQZdPk3tI/s1600/DSCF4752.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvxktZPg9ow/TtOefuGWfoI/AAAAAAAABRY/vmpQZdPk3tI/s320/DSCF4752.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bfNE6PuOPg/TtOefgV1eMI/AAAAAAAABRc/ewHzB_DqrE0/s1600/DSCF4756.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bfNE6PuOPg/TtOefgV1eMI/AAAAAAAABRc/ewHzB_DqrE0/s320/DSCF4756.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Next Year we will see us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;up there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;We went to the other Market, without BFF´s Mom and Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5DYeBQYmJI/TtOehFjG_nI/AAAAAAAABRo/BjFcLYGjTPc/s1600/DSCF4757.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5DYeBQYmJI/TtOehFjG_nI/AAAAAAAABRo/BjFcLYGjTPc/s320/DSCF4757.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egpJa9vPInk/TtOene9TX3I/AAAAAAAABRw/g_PJ7vTS_0s/s1600/DSCF4759.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egpJa9vPInk/TtOene9TX3I/AAAAAAAABRw/g_PJ7vTS_0s/s320/DSCF4759.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjdbegpPM5Q/TtOeqRlW2HI/AAAAAAAABR4/VL_JGFbs5Hg/s1600/DSCF4762.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjdbegpPM5Q/TtOeqRlW2HI/AAAAAAAABR4/VL_JGFbs5Hg/s320/DSCF4762.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to go there. But it was so costly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7yYlfVQeTk/TtOewJ-3yXI/AAAAAAAABSA/014EgjYOAxk/s1600/DSCF4764.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7yYlfVQeTk/TtOewJ-3yXI/AAAAAAAABSA/014EgjYOAxk/s320/DSCF4764.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGj2xcXyoQE/TtOex1lJ2eI/AAAAAAAABSI/f36hqr__ruk/s1600/DSCF4765.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGj2xcXyoQE/TtOex1lJ2eI/AAAAAAAABSI/f36hqr__ruk/s320/DSCF4765.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;here was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a skating rink and i shot a Mirror Pic of the Ferris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_GGdZ7BdhU/TtOe-4uqSpI/AAAAAAAABSc/lTHqNTcoDME/s1600/DSCF4767.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_GGdZ7BdhU/TtOe-4uqSpI/AAAAAAAABSc/lTHqNTcoDME/s320/DSCF4767.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM5CPsuhSYM/TtOe-tfguYI/AAAAAAAABSU/kPijd0jcjSA/s1600/DSCF4769.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM5CPsuhSYM/TtOe-tfguYI/AAAAAAAABSU/kPijd0jcjSA/s320/DSCF4769.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4VdqIOxNNg/TtOe95Ns0YI/AAAAAAAABSQ/9aj_MPdlsGQ/s1600/DSCF4770.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4VdqIOxNNg/TtOe95Ns0YI/AAAAAAAABSQ/9aj_MPdlsGQ/s320/DSCF4770.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b38n7-12WeM/TtOfE_Z6FrI/AAAAAAAABS4/th-cU72LVhQ/s1600/DSCF4775.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b38n7-12WeM/TtOfE_Z6FrI/AAAAAAAABS4/th-cU72LVhQ/s320/DSCF4775.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xQlqKwkKzI/TtOfCnGaHrI/AAAAAAAABSo/6PF3ruYTq2g/s1600/DSCF4772.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xQlqKwkKzI/TtOfCnGaHrI/AAAAAAAABSo/6PF3ruYTq2g/s320/DSCF4772.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved it! &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;decorated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bWEkyBgiNM/TtOfC0FXQeI/AAAAAAAABSs/I2CaAICI6rA/s1600/DSCF4718.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bWEkyBgiNM/TtOfC0FXQeI/AAAAAAAABSs/I2CaAICI6rA/s320/DSCF4718.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blurry blurry as most of my Pics. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02GI3NeysD0/TtOfGl_b_DI/AAAAAAAABTA/WnGqGFy1Z0o/s1600/DSCF4727.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02GI3NeysD0/TtOfGl_b_DI/AAAAAAAABTA/WnGqGFy1Z0o/s320/DSCF4727.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hahahaha People looking at me, while Camho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nsm28qllHYc/TtOfJG3Bb5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/4N3rqAC8Uc4/s1600/DSCF4725.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nsm28qllHYc/TtOfJG3Bb5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/4N3rqAC8Uc4/s320/DSCF4725.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbkNnvL4aIE/TtOfILy9dGI/AAAAAAAABTI/SmUdQLzGrug/s1600/DSCF4726.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbkNnvL4aIE/TtOfILy9dGI/AAAAAAAABTI/SmUdQLzGrug/s320/DSCF4726.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-144pSL-laLE/TtOg_52qkyI/AAAAAAAABTc/5_5t1QXK2gw/s1600/SAM_1070.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-144pSL-laLE/TtOg_52qkyI/AAAAAAAABTc/5_5t1QXK2gw/s320/SAM_1070.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW2-YZALpo/TtOg_vDpDXI/AAAAAAAABTY/iaNELZuCerE/s1600/SAM_1071.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW2-YZALpo/TtOg_vDpDXI/AAAAAAAABTY/iaNELZuCerE/s320/SAM_1071.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BFF shot Pics of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wq7BjL76XG0/TtOhBWxGYEI/AAAAAAAABTo/eD6K7_x3eGk/s1600/DSCF4777.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wq7BjL76XG0/TtOhBWxGYEI/AAAAAAAABTo/eD6K7_x3eGk/s320/DSCF4777.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Better than the Blurry ones.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a Photograph: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Jg5FoLg-Q/TtOhC3XYisI/AAAAAAAABTw/QHLwEgAXYAk/s1600/DSCF4785.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1Jg5FoLg-Q/TtOhC3XYisI/AAAAAAAABTw/QHLwEgAXYAk/s320/DSCF4785.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFk0WPLfpUk/TtOhD4QJNgI/AAAAAAAABT4/kLY4QZpVcBs/s1600/DSCF4786.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFk0WPLfpUk/TtOhD4QJNgI/AAAAAAAABT4/kLY4QZpVcBs/s320/DSCF4786.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qoLVXbUtpzw?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-wtkw3lf_QQ?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kq0LQm-10s/TtOhG2QogLI/AAAAAAAABUA/CQcJfEmZTZM/s1600/SAM_1058.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kq0LQm-10s/TtOhG2QogLI/AAAAAAAABUA/CQcJfEmZTZM/s320/SAM_1058.png" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and the Fernsehturm. I have some Videos while being on &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;roller coaster screaming like crazy. Maybe i upload them later. ~&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/3739102154625966868-8686592289223834937?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8686592289223834937/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8686592289223834937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8686592289223834937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8686592289223834937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-market-warning-62-pics-and.html' title='Christmas Market (Warning! 62 Pics! and some Videos!)'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DcId4APDDM/TtOUkXRnZQI/AAAAAAAABMI/NtU17_hNvVE/s72-c/DSCF4656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-5741128028203813053</id><published>2011-11-25T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:58:59.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Chloelenne.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://labellajeannine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://labellajeannine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;else that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;does not fit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;purely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I will blog there like crazy. Most pics and my opinion to this Picture.&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/3739102154625966868-5741128028203813053?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5741128028203813053/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=5741128028203813053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5741128028203813053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/5741128028203813053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/behind-chloelenneblogspotcom.html' title='Behind Chloelenne.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6231208311817192423</id><published>2011-11-24T15:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:35:15.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laminafani'/><title type='text'>✰ the death penalty (english version)</title><content type='html'>No, I am not going to write in my typical blog style. This follows the style of how a page will appear in a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from the debate between me and Luke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke looked at her and said she could begin. Chloe-lenne nodded thankful back..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , So .. "she swallowed hard and began.,, I am against the death penalty for the simple reason that we should not play God."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;, So you want to let a murderer walking around free easy? "Luke said in between.,, The best, he pulls into a chic villa and you bring him a cup of tea every night and reads him a bedtime story. Is that your opinion? I think that murderers deserve the same thing they did to others. "&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne pouted a bit, but they were immediately counterpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Then you're also a murderer, if you allow something like that. Anyone who simply vote on the lives of others is a murderer. It can not be helped. Basically, this is only political thing else .. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , What do you mean that? "Luke asked in between.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , Uh ,...( crap, now I've got mixed up) Uh, I mean .. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,, I see that you do not have words. I will give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Someone kill your mother or someone else whom you love very, you would not revenge? Would you not do everything possible to avenge the Person who hath been taken by someone who could not control themselves? "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without major interruption Chloe-Lenne answered in the negative. Luke went on immediately. , Have you ever been in this situation? In which you have lost a loved one? Have you ever experienced something that you simply say no can do? "&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne lowered his head. She wasn´t, she knew. But then she asked him: 'Why is it not allowed, that you can kill someone "?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, yes, why not, Chloe-Lenne? "Replied Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , I would like to hear it from you. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ,, It is written in the law. "Luke said.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne smiled. , I was hoping you'd say something like that. There is always someone who is mourning another. The reason is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , And are you sure? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , Sure! "Chloe-Lenne replied firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , There are many people who die alone. Many old people. Do you think that because someone is crying? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , The relatives. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not have anyone&lt;/span&gt;? "Said &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;-Lenne &lt;span class="hps"&gt;did not answer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;" was her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;after a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;That is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;claim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sustained.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Luke said. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;-Lenne &lt;span class="hps"&gt;remained silent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;She could think of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;anything suitable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the reality is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;born alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;dies alone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Your opinion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that there is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;always someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mourns&lt;/span&gt;, is nothing more &lt;span class="hps"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;-Lenne &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was nervous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;did not bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wanted to cry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it so much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a year ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;realizing it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;included&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;chain, which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;had tied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;itself as a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;talisman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;didn´t helped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;You have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no one to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;whom you love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you have no heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;-Lenne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, Just because I think realistic? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , No., "she said again.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne was no longer certainly with the Situation and she had so much wished that Mrs. Shisai would end the debate, but she did not.Chloe-Lenne tugged at her dress. She was nervous and had a blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , What is? "Said Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chloe-Lenne closed his eyes and breathed deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You can do it, Chloe-Lenne!"&lt;br /&gt;It was Jay, she suddenly heard in the head. She looked at him and he nodded at her. A new force went through her body and she said:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , What is your perfect society, Luke? Probably, no one may speak his mind freely. So there is only one person who decides on the rest and you'd probably would be it, huh? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,, When you think of anything better, then I think we should end that. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , What is a society that kills its own people? How are the cornerstone of society are maintained, how should the human rights and justice continue to live, if the government is nothing but a big killer? How can this be Justice? There are so many people who have been accused and then simply executed. Although they were not guilty. . What if you're accused, though nothing you have done? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;,, That will not happen, don´t worry. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , Oh! And how do you know? Because you will always be a lawman? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , False. I can control myself. Unlike the people who kill others. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,, But then if what you said, not what you think. You seem to have lost your mother to a murderer, right? "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , What does this have to do now with the debate? "Luke snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , Sorry. But if you say that people lose a loved one and then want revenge ... "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,, This has nothing to do with why you're standing here. It´s no ones business if my mother is alive or not.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne was silent and Luke went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;,, I'm for the death penalty, because people should be punished because they take another life. And .. "he looked at Chloe-Lenne., .. Because they bring pain that nobody can ever forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;, Whatever .. "muttered Chloe-Lenne.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; , But you all know the fate that many people have suffered in the Middle Ages? They were brought to the stake and burned, and that only because someone said: Oh, you! You're a witch! You have my cows on his conscience! If that were ever so today, nobody would be sitting here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Everything what happend has a sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe-Lenne&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; , Yes! But if you kill someone of whom you thought your parents had it on his conscience, but he was not. Can you imagine how it will be for people when they knew that?&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;They have the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;suffer and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that's just because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Lenne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="atn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;​​quotation marks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her index&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fingers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the wrong guy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Do you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="atn"&gt; it is possible to say, '&lt;/span&gt;Oh &lt;span class="hps"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;That was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the one I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Sorry...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="almost_half_cell" id="gt-res-content"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really not the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;whole point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;-Lenne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;,,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But that's what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the countries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;where the death penalty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;still exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, was executed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;For most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, it turns out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;She increases&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;more and more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;clear and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;aggressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, Nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luke!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Want to live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a world like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a world where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;evidence so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you stand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as a murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the victim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;knew.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;may never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;,, Now calm down. "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ,, Well. Chloe-Lenne ...", said Mrs. Shisai.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne not listen to them, no, she just sighed shortly. And that's only to catch breath. Then she began to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;, I am against the death penalty for the simple reason that there is a recurring cycle of destruction, if you kill the murderer. Then will the people who knew´s and liked the murderer, in turn, revenge and so it would go on forever. Until it eventually hits you. What would happen, for example, if the murderer and the deceased would be both your friends, huh? For either of them you don´t want to die .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately so has happened that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I act wrong against Luke for that with her mom. Totally wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Saira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;told me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;later that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;parents because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;of a murderer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;did not know and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my conduct&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;stood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;there in front of the people&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;black-out&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was as if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt; would be ..I.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;This is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Time that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;'ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;We will be not becoming Friends in the Future. I am sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my behavior&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Confusing, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yet I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;think it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is correct.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;afterwards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;have a feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was standing there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate my English today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;do you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;death penalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;or no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-6231208311817192423?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6231208311817192423/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6231208311817192423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6231208311817192423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6231208311817192423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/death-penalty-english-version.html' title='✰ the death penalty (english version)'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2990236352999090936</id><published>2011-11-23T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:35:25.362+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laminafani'/><title type='text'>✰ Die Todesstrafe ( German Version )</title><content type='html'>Nein, ich werde jetzt einmal nicht in meinem typischen Blog Stil schreiben. Dieser Stil der folgt, wird wie eine Seite aus einem Roman wirken.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;Dies ist ein Ausschnitt aus der Debatte zwischen mir und Luke:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke schaute zu ihr und meinte, sie könne anfangen. Chloe-Lenne nickte dankend zurück.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Also..", schluckte sie und begann.&amp;nbsp; ,,Ich bin gegen die Todesstrafe aus dem einfachen Grund, dass wir nicht Gott spielen dürfen."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;,,Also willst du einen Mörder einfach frei rumlaufen lassen?", sprach Luke dazwischen. ,,Am besten, er zieht in eine schicke Villa und du bringst ihm jeden Abend eine Tasse Tee und ließt ihm eine Gute Nacht Geschichte vor. Ist das deine Meinung? Ich finde, dass Mörder das gleiche verdient haben, was sie anderen angetan haben."&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne schmollte ein bisschen, doch sie gab sofort Kontra.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Dann bist du aber auch ein Mörder, wenn du so was zulässt. Jeder, der einfach so über das Leben anderer abstimmt, ist ein Mörder. Das ist nun mal so. Im Grunde genommen ist doch nur diese Politische Sache anders.."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Welche meinst du denn?", fragte Luke dazwischen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Äh,...(Mist, jetzt bin ich durcheinandergekommen) Äh, ich meine.."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Wie ich sehe, fehlen dir die Worte. Dann gebe ich dir ein Beispiel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Jemand bringt deine Mutter um oder jemand anderen, den du sehr liebst, würdest du nicht Rache wollen? Würdest du nicht alles daran setzen, den Menschen zu rächen, der dir genommen wurde durch jemanden, der sich nicht beherrschen konnte?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ohne große Unterbrechung antwortete Chloe-Lenne mit Nein. Luke redete sofort weiter.&amp;nbsp; ,,Warst du schon einmal in solch einer Situation? In der du einen geliebten Menschen verloren hast? Hast du so etwas schon mal erlebt, dass du einfach so nein sagen kannst?"&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne senkte den Kopf. Das war sie nicht, wusste sie. Doch dann fragte sie ihn: ,,Warum darf man keinen Menschen töten?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ja, warum nicht, Chloe-Lenne?", antwortete Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das möchte ich von dir hören."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Es steht so im Gesetz geschrieben.", sagte Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne lächelte.&amp;nbsp; ,,Ich habe gehofft, dass du so was sagst. Der einfachste Grund ist der: Es gibt immer jemanden, der um einen anderen trauert."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Und da bist du dir sicher?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ganz sicher!", antwortete Chloe-Lenne fest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Es gibt viele Menschen, die einsam sterben. Viele alte Menschen. Glaubst du, das da jemand weint?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Die Verwandten."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Und wenn sie niemanden haben?", fragte Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne antwortete zuerst nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ich weiß es nicht.", war ihre Antwort nach ein paar Sekunden.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das heißt, du kannst deine Behauptung nicht aufrecht erhalten.", sagte Luke. Chloe-Lenne blieb still. Ihr fiel nichts passendes ein.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Die Realität sieht doch so aus: Jeder wird allein geboren und jeder stirbt allein. Deine Meinung, dass es immer jemanden gibt, um den ein anderer Mensch trauert, ist nichts weiter als Heuchelei."&lt;br /&gt;Jay, der, wie die anderen Schüler auch, immer noch mit zuhörte, fragte sich, warum Chloe-Lenne nicht das sagte, was sie damals sagte mit den Eckpfeilern der Gesellschaft. &lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne war nervös und brachte keinen Ton mehr raus. Sie hätte am liebsten geweint, weil sie das so sehr von vor einem Jahr erinnerte.&lt;br /&gt;Ohne es zu merken, umfasste sie Luke´s Kette, die sie sich umgebunden hatte als Talisman. Doch er konnte den dicken Klos in Chloe-Lenne´s Kehle nicht lösen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Du hast niemanden, den du liebst. Und du hast kein Herz.", sprach Chloe-Lenne mit viel Mühe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Nur weil ich Realistisch denke?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Nein.", wiedersprach sie.&lt;br /&gt;Sicher war sich Chloe-Lenne überhaupt nicht mehr und sie hatte sich so sehr gewünscht, dass Frau Shisai die Debatte beenden würde, doch sie tat es nicht.&lt;br /&gt;In dieser verzwickten Lage festgesteckt, zupfte Chloe-Lenne an ihrem Kleid. Sie war nervös und hatte einen Blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Was ist?", fragte Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chloe-Lenne schloss die Augen und atmete tief ein.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Du schaffst es, Chloe-Lenne!"&lt;br /&gt;Es war Jay, den sie plötzlich im Kopf hörte. Sie schaute zu ihm und er nickte ihr zu. Eine neue Kraft fuhr durch ihren Körper und sie sprach:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Wie sieht für dich eine perfekte Gesellschaft aus, Luke? Wahrscheinlich darf niemand seine Meinung frei sagen. Also gibt es einen Menschen, der über den Rest entscheidet und das wärst wohl du, hm?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Wenn dir nichts besseres einfällt, dann denke ich, sollten wir das lassen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Was ist das für eine Gesellschaft, die ihre eigenen Leute umbringt? Wie sollen die Eckpfeiler der Gesellschaft aufrecht erhalten werden, wie sollen die Menschenrechte und die Gerechtigkeit weiter leben, wenn die Regierung nichts anderes als ein großer Mörder ist? Wie soll das Gerecht sein? Es gibt so viele Menschen, die Angeklagt wurden und dann einfach hingerichtet. Obwohl sie nicht Schuldig waren. Was, wenn du mal angeklagt wirst, obwohl du nichts getan hast?. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das wird schon nicht passieren, keine Sorge."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Oh! Und woher willst du das wissen? Weil du immer ein Gesetzeshüter bleiben wirst?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Falsch. Ich kann mich beherrschen. Im Gegensatz zu den Leuten, die andere umbringen."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Dann wäre aber das, was du gesagt hast, nicht das, was du denkst. Du scheinst deine Mutter verloren zu haben an einen Mörder, oder?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Was hat das jetzt damit zu tun?", fauchte Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Entschuldige. Aber wenn du sagst, dass Menschen eine geliebte Person verlieren und dann Rache wollen..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das hat nichts mit dem zu tun, weswegen du jetzt hier stehst. Ob meine Mutter lebt oder nicht, geht weder dich noch sonst wem was an."&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne blieb stumm und Luke redete weiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ich bin für die Todesstrafe, weil die Menschen dafür bestraft werden sollten, dass sie anderen das Leben nehmen. Und..", er schaute zu Chloe-Lenne. ,,..weil sie ihnen Schmerz bescheren, den niemand mehr nehmen kann."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;,,Wie du meinst..", murmelte Chloe-Lenne.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ihr kennt doch alle das Schicksal, das viele Menschen im Mittelalter erlitten haben!? Sie wurden auf den Scheiterhaufen gebracht und verbrannt und das nur, weil irgendwer sagte: Oh, du! Du bist eine Hexe! Du hast meine Kühe auf dem Gewissen! Wisst ihr, wenn das heute auch noch so wäre, würde doch niemand hier sitzen." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Alles, was passiert hat einen Sinn Chloe-Lenne!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ja doch! Aber wenn du einen Menschen umbringst, von dem du dachtest, er hätte deine Eltern auf dem Gewissen, doch er war es nicht. Kannst du dir vorstellen, wie es für die Leute sein wird, wenn sie das erfahren? Sie haben dann das gleiche Schicksal wie du! Sie müssen leiden und das nur, weil du.."&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne machte Gänsefüßchen mit den Zeigefingern. ,,den Falschen erwischt hast. Denkst du echt: ,, Oh entschuldigen sie. Das war nicht der, den ich wollte. Sorry." Das geht?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das ist doch überhaupt nicht der springende Punkt, Chloe-Lenne!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Doch genau das ist er! Viele Menschen werden in den Ländern, in denen die Todesstrafe noch immer existiert, zu Unrecht hingerichtet. Bei den meisten stellt sich heraus, dass sie es noch nicht einmal gewesen sind." Sie steigert sich immer mehr rein und wird mit jedem Wort lauter, aggressiver. ,,Tolle Gerechtigkeit, Luke! In so einer Welt willst du leben, ja? In einer Welt, in der du Beweise so fälschen kannst, dass du als Mörder dastehst, obwohl du das Opfer noch nicht mal kanntest. Obwohl du vielleicht noch nie in dem Ort warst, wo es passierte! Oder sogar in dem Land!"&lt;br /&gt;,,Jetzt beherrsche dich mal."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Nun gut. Chloe-Lenne...", sprach Frau Shisai.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe-Lenne hörte nicht auf sie, nein, sie seufzte nur kurz. Und das auch nur, um Luft zu holen. Dann begann sie zu sagen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Ich bin gegen die Todesstrafe aus dem einfachen Grund, weil es ein immer wiederkehrender Kreis der Zerstörung ist, wenn man den Mörder tötet. Dann wollen die Leute, die den Mörder mochten, wiederum Rache und so würde es immer weitergehen. Bis es irgendwann mal einen selbst trifft. Was wäre denn zum Beispiel, wenn der Mörder und der Getötete beides deine Freunde wären, hä? Für keinen von beiden willst du doch, dass sie sterben.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ungefähr so hat sich das zugetragen.&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe mich Luke gegenüber falsch verhalten, was das mit seiner Mutter betrifft. Saira erzählte mir später, dass er wirklich seine Eltern verloren hat wegen eines Mörders. Ich wusste es nicht und ich bereue mein Verhalten zutiefst. Als ich da vorne stand, dieser Black out; es war, als wäre Ich nicht mehr Ich.&lt;br /&gt;Das ist jetzt das 2. Mal, dass ich Luke verletzt hab. Freunde werden wir sicher nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse es, mein Verhalten, wie es manchmal ist. Verwirrend und doch denke ich, dass es richtig ist. Doch hinterher.....habe ich das Gefühl, dass eine andere Person da stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was meinst du, Todesstrafe ja oder nein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2990236352999090936?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2990236352999090936/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2990236352999090936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2990236352999090936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2990236352999090936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/die-todesstrafe-german-version.html' title='✰ Die Todesstrafe ( German Version )'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-8507568425012294210</id><published>2011-11-22T14:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:32:45.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shokotan Blog Books ( しょこたん♥ぶろぐ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i received finally my Shokotan Books! I am so so so so so happy, because i wanted them since Years!&lt;br /&gt;I used the online Shop called &lt;a href="http://mukunoki-jp.net/"&gt;Mukunoki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I blogged on my Tumblr 3 Pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153744998/my-japanese-package-cames-finally-now-waiting"&gt;http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153744998/my-japanese-package-cames-finally-now-waiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153753954/so-what-we-have-here"&gt;http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153753954/so-what-we-have-here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153764337/super-giza-mega-kawayus"&gt;http://chloelenne.tumblr.com/post/13153764337/super-giza-mega-kawayus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WF1b_yg6OQ/Tsum7cYSV5I/AAAAAAAABD4/NSAG55RlucU/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WF1b_yg6OQ/Tsum7cYSV5I/AAAAAAAABD4/NSAG55RlucU/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25285%2529.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i opend the Package, this is what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YetIewwje2k/Tsumuj-kMgI/AAAAAAAABDw/8QgM0ZvIZvo/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YetIewwje2k/Tsumuj-kMgI/AAAAAAAABDw/8QgM0ZvIZvo/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25283%2529.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very good &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;packed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elOEO2KdoAg/TsunYAmzQmI/AAAAAAAABEY/fn8TxulgV_8/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elOEO2KdoAg/TsunYAmzQmI/AAAAAAAABEY/fn8TxulgV_8/s640/shokoblogbooks+%25284%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOB2olZxxDw/TsunKbH-QjI/AAAAAAAABEA/4XJLEAjbSdQ/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOB2olZxxDw/TsunKbH-QjI/AAAAAAAABEA/4XJLEAjbSdQ/s640/shokoblogbooks+%25286%2529.png" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoslT2xNh1U/TsunXpgqARI/AAAAAAAABEQ/P6YVke9cHY0/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoslT2xNh1U/TsunXpgqARI/AAAAAAAABEQ/P6YVke9cHY0/s640/shokoblogbooks+%25287%2529.png" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-henoJicbrjI/TsunhUB0-8I/AAAAAAAABEo/2UphdD3cOJE/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-henoJicbrjI/TsunhUB0-8I/AAAAAAAABEo/2UphdD3cOJE/s320/shokoblogbooks+%25289%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I wanted them so much! And finally i have them! Even Ayaka Ito is in this! I am so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfl9XFbOt5Q/TsunwtoVAtI/AAAAAAAABEw/-n7F5eCEoa0/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%252810%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfl9XFbOt5Q/TsunwtoVAtI/AAAAAAAABEw/-n7F5eCEoa0/s320/shokoblogbooks+%252810%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Some Stickers are in both Books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gdtqIObKzc/Tsumh1sgLcI/AAAAAAAABDo/BXPK04xluxU/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%252811%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gdtqIObKzc/Tsumh1sgLcI/AAAAAAAABDo/BXPK04xluxU/s320/shokoblogbooks+%252811%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I could take a million of Pics more from the Books...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Content from Book 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyMZiHzUTRA/TsuvKX8F3hI/AAAAAAAABF0/VyckzBQzgRY/s1600/shoko+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CyMZiHzUTRA/TsuvKX8F3hI/AAAAAAAABF0/VyckzBQzgRY/s640/shoko+%25285%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D55OuYQ-H7c/TsuuZwrsukI/AAAAAAAABFU/Mznp8eby5W4/s1600/shoko.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D55OuYQ-H7c/TsuuZwrsukI/AAAAAAAABFU/Mznp8eby5W4/s640/shoko.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Atou1CvRN2Q/TsuuCtpwgCI/AAAAAAAABFM/mZng_dnavtA/s1600/shoko+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Atou1CvRN2Q/TsuuCtpwgCI/AAAAAAAABFM/mZng_dnavtA/s640/shoko+%25286%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;haha She always do this on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olQRooqWIW0/Tsuue8omUVI/AAAAAAAABFc/rzcWsLPkcPE/s1600/shoko+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olQRooqWIW0/Tsuue8omUVI/AAAAAAAABFc/rzcWsLPkcPE/s640/shoko+%25282%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I really wish i could read Japanese very good. i wanna know what stands there.... ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkyC90jJmWg/Tsuu3xDjLAI/AAAAAAAABFk/O-Nmkp3_520/s1600/shoko+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkyC90jJmWg/Tsuu3xDjLAI/AAAAAAAABFk/O-Nmkp3_520/s640/shoko+%25284%2529.png" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Gizakawayus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHpUdSt_RMA/TsuuBGZw_pI/AAAAAAAABFE/vbaEFxZC5jw/s1600/shoko+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHpUdSt_RMA/TsuuBGZw_pI/AAAAAAAABFE/vbaEFxZC5jw/s640/shoko+%25287%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This should be her new Lastfm Default (haha) So pretty :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FzGJTfSYxg/Tsuu72Vy7LI/AAAAAAAABFs/oJnJLz-OIgE/s1600/shoko+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FzGJTfSYxg/Tsuu72Vy7LI/AAAAAAAABFs/oJnJLz-OIgE/s640/shoko+%25283%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoqTuHcufK8/TsumgWGM6II/AAAAAAAABDg/y697r9ez-Pc/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%252812%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoqTuHcufK8/TsumgWGM6II/AAAAAAAABDg/y697r9ez-Pc/s640/shokoblogbooks+%252812%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;A Thank you Card from Muku. Thanks to you for sending me the Books! Now i am waiting for the Jackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Thank you for the Lollipop! It is so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4ywYPTc_eo/Tsumcwn4DUI/AAAAAAAABDY/BVzFuTuV2pA/s1600/shokoblogbooks.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4ywYPTc_eo/Tsumcwn4DUI/AAAAAAAABDY/BVzFuTuV2pA/s640/shokoblogbooks.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUD4XtcZafg/TsunN3E1ziI/AAAAAAAABEI/yU1LGH83sbU/s1600/shokoblogbooks+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUD4XtcZafg/TsunN3E1ziI/AAAAAAAABEI/yU1LGH83sbU/s640/shokoblogbooks+%25282%2529.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I have to read the Books now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Bye bye &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/3739102154625966868-8507568425012294210?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8507568425012294210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=8507568425012294210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8507568425012294210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/8507568425012294210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/shokotan-blog-books.html' title='Shokotan Blog Books ( しょこたん♥ぶろぐ)'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WF1b_yg6OQ/Tsum7cYSV5I/AAAAAAAABD4/NSAG55RlucU/s72-c/shokoblogbooks+%25285%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2402645930975086399</id><published>2011-11-21T18:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:35:20.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laminafani'/><title type='text'>✰ Karaoke</title><content type='html'>Zuerst ein bisschen Gossip aus der Laminafani High!&lt;br /&gt;Carolin hat Lex geküsst und Christin ist darauf hin wie ein Spiegel zersprungen.&lt;br /&gt;Mit Sicherheit kommen demnächst irgendwelche Gerüchte auf, dass irgendwas nicht mit Carolin in Ordnung sei. Hauptsache, zwischen ihr und Lex läuft nichts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAebE4I9No/Tso1p9aTjQI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pShyCmwPU2w/s1600/o0020002011558397944.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAebE4I9No/Tso1p9aTjQI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pShyCmwPU2w/s1600/o0020002011558397944.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und nun weiter zu meinem Leben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An einem Wochenende gingen wir zum Karaoke. Die ganze Clique, Saira, Jay, Chris und Richi.&lt;br /&gt;Die Karaokebar ist völlig in tiefes rot gehalten, dennoch sieht es sehr schick aus. Als wir den Raum betraten, herrschte gerade eine laute, basserfüllte Musik. In der Mitte eine Bühne auf der, .. Luke stand. &lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r89FkgtDQLw/TsoXyQsmuCI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cn1DVsJlW14/s1600/o0020002011624477213.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er sang gerade irgendwas ziemlich aggressiv. Frag mich nicht, was für ein Song das war, den kenne ich nämlich nicht. Jay war wieder tierisch genervt von ihm, aber ich muss sagen, der Mann kann singen!&lt;br /&gt;Während sich die Clique auf einem Sofa setzte, holte ich die Drinks..&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Dr Pepper, French Connection, Pisco Sour, Staten Island Ferry, Gin, rum and tonic,.. haha just kidding&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcL2Kk_8hnY/Tso1tMOeb4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/C7FUxymt6m0/s1600/o0020002011569246662.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinknormale Cola, Sprite, Wasser, Tee. Ich bestellte Tomatensaft. Heißen Tomatensaft. Ein bisschen Sprite dazu..himmlisch!&lt;br /&gt;Zuerst brachte ich alle anderen Getränke zur Clique, bevor ich meinen Tomatensaft holte. Luke kam derweil von der Bühne runter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das war toll!", sagte ich.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das sollte es auch.", war Lukes typische Antwort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich holte meinen Saft, wollte gehen, doch irgendwer schubste mich. &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqCr-GYDYHQ/TsoXwHb_HeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/t9V1ixRzEmg/s1600/o0020002011621646554.gif" /&gt; Und der Saft flog auf Luke´s Pulli.&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp3kGAlPtF8/TsoXyOm-B_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EMoXj_cHtkU/s1600/o0020002011621534913.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schöner, heißer Tomatensaft. Du kannst dir denken, dass das weh tut? Die Musik donnerte schon wieder aus den Boxen, so dass niemand das Geschrei mit bekam, dass von Luke kam. ich nahm mir ein Haufen Servietten, um es ab zumachen, doch Luke nahm meine Linke Hand ( die Servietten fielen runter) und legte sie auf seinen Pulli. Jau das war heiß!&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY1Gtuuy2is/TsoXs6bKGBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rNmNjxannCI/s1600/o0020002011612243259.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich versuchte mich vom Griff zu lösen, aber Luke ist zu stark. Jay muss es als erster gesehen haben, denn er war als erstes bei uns. Ein dicker Mitarbeiter kam und irgendwie waren wir alle draußen.&lt;br /&gt;Du glaubst nicht, wie schnell die sich stritten und wie noch schneller die Fäuste flogen...&lt;br /&gt;Die prügelten sich doch tatsächlich! Irgendwie bekamen Richi und Chris die beiden auseinander.&lt;br /&gt;Richi hielt Luke fest und Chris Jay. &lt;br /&gt;Irgendwann fielen 2 Mädchennamen und das ganze löste sich aufeinmal auf. Richi ging mit Luke und Jay blieb bei uns.&lt;br /&gt;Ich konnte nicht anders, als Luke hiterher zu laufen. Ich musste mich bei ihm entschuldigen.. Doch Luke war noch viel zu wütend und Richi meinte, es wär besser, wenn ich ginge. Als ich zurückkam sah ich Saira weinen. Ich weiß nicht warum sie das tat, aber es muss was mit den 2 Mädchen zu tun haben, deren Namen gesagt wurden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumiko und Ayame.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-2402645930975086399?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2402645930975086399/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=2402645930975086399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2402645930975086399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/2402645930975086399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/karaoke.html' title='✰ Karaoke'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAebE4I9No/Tso1p9aTjQI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pShyCmwPU2w/s72-c/o0020002011558397944.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-4476060245099630</id><published>2011-11-21T17:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:35:32.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laminafani'/><title type='text'>✰ Sommerfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTECkmQAQGo/Tsoq53xq_bI/AAAAAAAAA40/l0Oaa3GqJGI/s1600/o0020002011548788935.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTECkmQAQGo/Tsoq53xq_bI/AAAAAAAAA40/l0Oaa3GqJGI/s1600/o0020002011548788935.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ich weiß, der Sommer ist seit einiger Zeit vorbei. Dennoch wollte ich über das Sommerfest der Stadt schreiben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q-HCMjgzvY/Tsoq8yIJRaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lYM2bgvnIWc/s1600/o0019000811548755328.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q-HCMjgzvY/Tsoq8yIJRaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lYM2bgvnIWc/s1600/o0019000811548755328.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zum Ende des Sommers gab es immer ein Sommerfest in Laminafani.&lt;br /&gt;Die Bewohner feierten und tanzten gerne und das bis spät in die Nacht hinein.&lt;br /&gt;Es gab auf dem Marktplatz viele verschiedene Stände, an denen man Spielen und Plüschtiere, Ketten und lauter Krimskrams gewinnen konnte. An anderen Ständen gab es Rostbratwürste, kandierte Äpfel, große Brezeln und noch vielerlei andere Leckereien zu essen. Viele Luftballons waren an Häusern geschnürt worden und es roch überall nach Zuckerwatte. An einem Samstag fand es dieses Jahr statt und das war sehr gut so, denn wir konnten so lange auf dem Fest bleiben und es genießen.&lt;br /&gt;Der jährliche Höhepunkt war ein Feuerwerk gewesen, zu dem die meisten Einwohner gerne kamen. Das Feuerwerk war wie ein Highlight in Laminafani. Wie an Silvester funkelte es am Himmel farbenfroh. Fast schon wie viele, kleine Diamanten sah der dunkle Himmel dann aus. Wenn dann auch noch keine Wolken am Himmel waren, strahlten die Sterne mit dem Feuerwerk um die Wette und es sah dann um so schöner aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zusammen mit meiner Tante besuchte ich das Fest und traf dabei auf Saira und ihre Mutter.&lt;br /&gt;Saira und ich spielten an einem Greifautomaten und..&lt;br /&gt;verloren..&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BMaaBaLVos/Tso1wYReO5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/qRgYlUeANB0/s1600/o0020002011575116380.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein bisschen weiter weg von uns war Luke, der gerade 2 Plüschtiere gewann.&lt;br /&gt;Er kam zu uns und schenkte diese uns beiden. &lt;br /&gt;Er fragte, wo Richi ist, aber wir haben ihn nicht gesehen.&lt;br /&gt;Kurz&amp;nbsp; bevor Luke gang, flüsterte er mir etwas ins Ohr. Ich bekam eine Kette von ihm geschenkt.&lt;br /&gt;Es war eine Kette, an dem ein Silber, mit Gold verzierter, Anhänger hing.&lt;br /&gt;Der Anhänger war eine Kugel gewesen, bei dem man bei genauerem hinsehen ein Mädchen erkennen konnte. &lt;br /&gt;Sie ist wirklich sehr hübsch!&lt;br /&gt;Aber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4A31HZHQnY/Tso1sp-JZuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/qL2U8dydRq8/s1600/o0020002011569104619.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4A31HZHQnY/Tso1sp-JZuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/qL2U8dydRq8/s1600/o0020002011569104619.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ich verlor sie während des Feuerwerks.&lt;br /&gt;Wie Unhöflich, etwas gleich zu verlieren, dass man soeben geschenkt bekommen hat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ich Luke in der Schule wiedersah, sagte ich zunächst nichts. Es war mir unangenehm, neben ihm sitzen zu müssen und zu wissen, dass ich sie verloren habe. Ich sagte ihm auch nichts und er fragte auch nicht, warum ich die Kette nicht trug. Es ist so .. unangenehm gewesen.&lt;br /&gt;Frau Shisai will, dass wir ein Referat über die Todesstrafe halten. Oder viel mehr eine Diskussion darüber führen. Eine Partei, die dafür ist und eine, die dagegen ist. OUH! Ich mag nicht über solche Dinge nachdenken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;,,Todesstrafe! Wer braucht das schon? Was ist das für eine Gesellschaft, die ihre eigenen Leute umbringt? Wie sollen die Eckpfeiler der Gesellschaft aufrechterhalten werden, wie sollen die Menschenrechte und die Gerechtigkeit weiter leben, wenn die Regierung nichts anderes als ein großer Mörder ist?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Das sagte ich, als ich mit der Clique zusammen zu Mittag aß.&lt;br /&gt;Jay fand, ich sollte ganz vorn beim Debattieren dabei sein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwie stand Luke plötzlich hinter mir..und gab mir die Kette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,,Das hier hast du wohl verloren." Luke war nicht böse. Ich glaube, er verstand, dass ich nicht einfach so zurück gehen konnte. Zu spät, zu dunkel, zu gefährlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Alpträume werden immer mehr und mehr. Ich habe schon überlegt, ein Traumblog zu führen, aber du würdest es nicht verstehen. Meine Traumsprache ist sehr verwirrend und selbst ich verstehe es manchmal nicht. Dennoch denke ich, es wäre eine gute Idee. Nach dem Alptraum, das Haus würde brennen und all meine Tagebücher mit... wär das eine sehr angenehme Lösung. Doch will ich, dass alle Menschen meine Träume lesen können? Soll ich lieber in einem Livejournal alles aufschreiben und privat machen? Soll ich es lieber öffentlich machen, damit mir andere Menschen Tipps geben können, die Ahnung davon haben? Du weißt schon, Traumdeutung und so was. Alles was man träumt, hat eine Bedeutung, dass weiß ich. Nur ich weiß nicht, was für eine Bedeutung meine Albträume haben..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh immer dieses hin und her..&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nH7sEuBS98/TsoXuHoH81I/AAAAAAAAAw0/7YBuAdXponY/s1600/o0020002011621534874.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-4476060245099630?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4476060245099630/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=4476060245099630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4476060245099630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/4476060245099630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/sommerfest.html' title='✰ Sommerfest'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTECkmQAQGo/Tsoq53xq_bI/AAAAAAAAA40/l0Oaa3GqJGI/s72-c/o0020002011548788935.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-1049535501041906504</id><published>2011-11-15T11:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:14:15.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><title type='text'>German Mangakas and me</title><content type='html'>A Couple of Years ago i went to a Autographsession with some German "Mangaka"&lt;br /&gt;Why i blogging now about this? Well...as you remember, some german kawaii girl send Asu a Link to my Blog and i am sure, some people wanna see my pics with Asu. And she was at this Autographsession. So.. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;The Session was on May 31 2006 (That is really a couple of many years!)&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest mangaka was Ying Zhou Cheng. Because she was so nice, i bought her Manga. Gina Wetzel was the not sweetest... I had an super pretty Poster from her and wanted an autograph. You know what she did? She stand up and leave without anything saying. Like: "Yeah sorry i have to go to the toilet."&lt;br /&gt;She just stoped giving Autographs. I got one later btw with many many asks. When Gina leave i look to Ying and she was as me confused..&lt;br /&gt;It was near the end of the Session and i think only 2 other people were behind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this Experience i will never buy an Gina Wetzel whatever she does Manga, Book, Dress....&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to some piccus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RychuWUkDhg/TsJFEHvZsTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dIGvzcNjsFw/s1600/EMA+%252814%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RychuWUkDhg/TsJFEHvZsTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dIGvzcNjsFw/s400/EMA+%252814%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all German Mangakas ( without Ying Zhou Cheng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who is who..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;from left to right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i think Lenka Buschova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alexandra Völker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Asu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gina Wetzel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(If i am correct with the List here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kr1UU9uSUeI/TsJDscXpgiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QIgAKQwYuaA/s1600/EMA+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kr1UU9uSUeI/TsJDscXpgiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QIgAKQwYuaA/s400/EMA+%25289%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;More with Asu and Ying Zhou Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7iiBOhIxB4/TsJEi--JolI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2bFLxPMSTi0/s1600/EMA+%252811%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7iiBOhIxB4/TsJEi--JolI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2bFLxPMSTi0/s320/EMA+%252811%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;some other Pics. I took alot on that day. Well... as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Here with Ying Zhou Cheng and Gina Wetzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIp8zhhuub4/TsJEE1WUDFI/AAAAAAAAAss/WooHOQDA6Kw/s1600/EMA+%252810%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIp8zhhuub4/TsJEE1WUDFI/AAAAAAAAAss/WooHOQDA6Kw/s320/EMA+%252810%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ying Zhou Cheng signing for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dmEHNuJuIo/TsJCsUQS-rI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7v0QmXdjlZ0/s1600/EMA+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dmEHNuJuIo/TsJCsUQS-rI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7v0QmXdjlZ0/s320/EMA+%25284%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the Autograph from her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HB6bJPP23eQ/TsJEsv1SJUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rpRjL_GlAK4/s1600/EMA+%252813%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HB6bJPP23eQ/TsJEsv1SJUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rpRjL_GlAK4/s320/EMA+%252813%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bought her Manga, after notice how nice she is too me and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aN2_1YrlKnY/TsJEn_SBIwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EsqxZaSq3UQ/s1600/EMA+%252812%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aN2_1YrlKnY/TsJEn_SBIwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EsqxZaSq3UQ/s320/EMA+%252812%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got another Autograph! Super pretty! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yGjUbI4WLmk/TsJCXpY0RjI/AAAAAAAAArs/EAcqOSyqwVc/s1600/EMA+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yGjUbI4WLmk/TsJCXpY0RjI/AAAAAAAAArs/EAcqOSyqwVc/s320/EMA+%25282%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gina Wetzel. If i remember correct, she did it while standing. Yeah i ask her over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;I like her drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Asu Autographs (or is one of them from Remi? Don´t remember :( ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCqQ4IsDFrg/TsJCII1BL_I/AAAAAAAAArk/-LAZfffdrN4/s1600/EMA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCqQ4IsDFrg/TsJCII1BL_I/AAAAAAAAArk/-LAZfffdrN4/s320/EMA.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwxFDbeeu20/TsJCg8Yne8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/r7bpyePyZ1E/s1600/EMA+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwxFDbeeu20/TsJCg8Yne8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/r7bpyePyZ1E/s320/EMA+%25283%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Car &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rZqAPe5mDc/TsJC8f8GN8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/oZRm6A38kMc/s1600/EMA+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rZqAPe5mDc/TsJC8f8GN8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/oZRm6A38kMc/s320/EMA+%25285%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKSDXLXM4xE/TsJDL9B1K3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/JZcj63YHSbE/s1600/EMA+%25286%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKSDXLXM4xE/TsJDL9B1K3I/AAAAAAAAAsM/JZcj63YHSbE/s320/EMA+%25286%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22BAJDoMWFY/TsJDYZqAcXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v95ZbEOP9vQ/s1600/EMA+%25287%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22BAJDoMWFY/TsJDYZqAcXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/v95ZbEOP9vQ/s320/EMA+%25287%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btt4mYiPIeE/TsJDurIGfWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zdOHP38LhZ8/s1600/EMA+%25288%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btt4mYiPIeE/TsJDurIGfWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zdOHP38LhZ8/s320/EMA+%25288%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alexandra with an Fan, Friend?&lt;br /&gt;And here some Pics with me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina Wetzel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVoJjNJD4B0/TsJFNPevC7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/LTqa5LBCcsA/s1600/EMA+%252815%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVoJjNJD4B0/TsJFNPevC7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/LTqa5LBCcsA/s320/EMA+%252815%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Ying Zhou Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldXhL0tDqS0/TsJFRjnW2yI/AAAAAAAAAtc/CCSJuv0L1dw/s1600/EMA+%252816%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldXhL0tDqS0/TsJFRjnW2yI/AAAAAAAAAtc/CCSJuv0L1dw/s320/EMA+%252816%2529.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look how small i am. Ying Zhou Cheng has to make herself little haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbH3Z8BxVkI/TsJGJRKzWTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nIAYcM3amWM/s1600/EMA+%252817%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbH3Z8BxVkI/TsJGJRKzWTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nIAYcM3amWM/s320/EMA+%252817%2529.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is a really nice, sweet person.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet her again. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739102154625966868-1049535501041906504?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1049535501041906504/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=1049535501041906504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1049535501041906504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/1049535501041906504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/couple-of-years-ago-i-went-to.html' title='German Mangakas and me'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RychuWUkDhg/TsJFEHvZsTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dIGvzcNjsFw/s72-c/EMA+%252814%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-6117931599101146542</id><published>2011-11-15T08:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:37:15.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are OOOOLLLDD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Girls, we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;hate it getting told we were old from guys. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this yesterday from an Classmate and it getting me pissed off.. I don´t talk to him anymore... for a time.&lt;br /&gt;Sure he is right, i am older than him but did i have to hear it from him? Someone who is possible my future boyfriend? He wants a date with me. B&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;under these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Everything started with the word Shokotan. I asked him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt; What is with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;it means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sportart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Shotokan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Shokotan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;then asked him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;if he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;too old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;karate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;A few years ago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;with his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don´t know if this is over yet. However his answer was:&lt;br /&gt;,,Yeah you are older. and a couple of minutes later&lt;br /&gt; "You are oooooooold!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like: Are yu kidding me? Get the fuck off of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn´t replied since them..&lt;br /&gt;This morning he wrote if he can help me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when someone ask me this after something getting me pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;This was not an nice "Can i help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman's don´t like to hear: You are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Just as&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span class="hps"&gt;en's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;don´t like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;being told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Penis is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;remember when I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;was 12.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; BFF&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;older.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Boys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;are very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;immature.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;One Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;we met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;Train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;two older&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span class="hps"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;found one of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cute and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;to me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;16!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;No! Why should i do this?&lt;br /&gt;She: "Because the one there is cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;At the end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;said she was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;16 and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;did not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Nevertheless, she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;they become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; a couple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think he was 18 but i don´t remember clearly. I have an Pic of him..but don´t know were it is.. That is irrelevant for my post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if you are a young Girl, you try to be older, because you don´t want an Boyfriend in your Age. Most of them are just childish.&lt;br /&gt;Many many 14 year young girls looking like they were 25, just because of the Make up.&lt;br /&gt;Girls you will become 25 sooner than you think and then you need Botox! Be happy that you being in such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Why is it not allowed for a men to say to a woman, she is old?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Very simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;'s rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Manners is in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt; Rude is out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are courting a Girl you should have manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Especially if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Would you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;she&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;a date&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;and a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;later says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;small? No! You would kick her ass right? But just in your mind. Don´t touch a Girl! That is so super rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;At the Moment i don´t want an date with him. He thinks i am old and that is such a no go for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; Maybe he buys me some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;anti-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;wrinkle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;for my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&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/3739102154625966868-6117931599101146542?l=chloelenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6117931599101146542/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739102154625966868&amp;postID=6117931599101146542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6117931599101146542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739102154625966868/posts/default/6117931599101146542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-oooollldd.html' title='You are OOOOLLLDD!!'/><author><name>Chloe-Lenne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410545551605913483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlmVa-Jziic/T0_CtMNM8FI/AAAAAAAACqA/iaMKg8NggaI/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739102154625966868.post-2147229492777043654</id><published>2011-11-14T10:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:42:08.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy v4</title><content type='html'>erinnerst du dich an diesen &lt;a href="http://chloelenne.blogspot.com/2011/08/jappy-online-community-ein-fazit-nach-4.html"&gt;Post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Meine Meinung hat sich nicht geändert. Es sind immer noch zu viele Leute da, die Player spielen oder Playmate. Doch darum gehts heut nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Geht man auf die Startseite, erscheinen viele Meinungen anderer User, die unter anderem so lauten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Jappy die Community für Jung bis Alt. Für mich ist Jappy wichtig, um mit  Leuten, die man nicht jeden Tag sieht, stets in Kontakt zu bleiben und  sie mit kleinen Gesten wie Geschenken und Emos glücklich zu machen.  Einfach Jappylicious."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dafür gibt es unter anderem Skype, Handys, MSN &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Kleine Gesten wie Geschenke werden von mir gekauft und dann geschenkt. Was hab ich von irgendwelchen Bildern? Sicher es ist lustig eine trillion virtueller Geschenke zu haben doch ich ziehe die "ich klicke auf dein Paypal Donate Button und überweise dir 20 Credits,..Verzeihung..20€" vor. Emos...Nun, ..Emos... sind ebenfalls niedliche kleine Gifs, die 5 Tage halten und dann verschwinden. Wenn ich jemandem sagen möchte, dass ich ihn vermisse oder ihn Liebe,.. bekommt diese Person eine persönliche Nachricht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gab es ein Leben vor Jappy?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;OH JA. Stell dir vor, diese Menschen taten etwas, das nannte sich arbeiten! Das nannte sich vor dem Fernsehr sitzen. Das nannte sich mit der Familie etwas unternehmen. Das nannte sich Sport treiben.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einfach auf den Pfeil klicken um mehr zu erhalten dort.&lt;br /&gt;Das neue Layout. v4 ist so nervig!&lt;br /&gt;Alles weiß =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Früher sah es so aus:&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaXJ6WHFe0s/TsEIx4UKEhI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0NtIIF6XH_8/s1600/25juni08mittwoch13uhr.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaXJ6WHFe0s/TsEIx4UKEhI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0NtIIF6XH_8/s1600/25juni08mittwoch13uhr.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHT1YJPDZHE/TsEIuQTpPSI/AAAAAAAAApY/mGm1XqNmQS4/s1600/110208.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHT1YJPDZHE/TsEIuQTpPSI/AAAAAAAAApY/mGm1XqNmQS4/s1600/110208.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Acg97-SxzjQ/TsEIwY-f1hI/AAAAAAAAApk/3wKg6eF9HjI/s1600/170708.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Acg97-SxzjQ/TsEIwY-f1hI/AAAAAAAAApk/3wKg6eF9HjI/s1600/170708.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009-2010&lt;br /&gt;In diesen Jahren änderte sich das Layout sehr und einiges hatte mich damals schon heftigst aufgeregt, nicht nur diese ewigen "Wie geht es dir?" Mails. Musste denn alles so dermaßen geändert werden? Und alles in weiß grau... Immer nur weiß und grau. .. Und ein bisschen blau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQgU5X84Hg/TsENi0rRL7I/AAAAAAAAArI/gb55ceU3VkI/s1600/20098.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQgU5X84Hg/TsENi0rRL7I/AAAAAAAAArI/gb55ceU3VkI/s400/20098.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 Aktuell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uv9YNpuGNzk/TsEJaiq6F3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/9V6R3OVug2k/s1600/jappy141111.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uv9YNpuGNzk/TsEJaiq6F3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/9V6R3OVug2k/s640/jappy141111.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ich fand mich überhaupt nicht zurecht.. Alles war verschwunden. Nach oben verschoben, zur Seite, vollkommen weg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Seite musste ich erstmal finden. Die ist jetzt nicht mehr unten sondern beim rechten Sidebar nach den Besuchern.&lt;br /&gt;Die Liste mit Online Usern scheint es nicht mehr zu geben. Diese war auf der linken Seite. Fand ich doll. 50 Seiten angeklickt und dann konnte man geistern. Sehr schöne Zeiten gewesen, wenn man bei dem ein oder anderen vorbeischnüffeln wollte, ohne dass dieser etwas davon weiß.&lt;br /&gt;Hach waren das noch Zeiten....&lt;br /&gt;Pokale scheint es keine zu geben. Hab ich kein Problem mit. Was soll ich mit virtuellen Pokalen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktuell ist alles weiß und grau, wie immer. Ein bisschen rot hat man, wenn sich etwas bei den Mails oder den Aktivitäten geändert hat. Aber ansonsten ist alles so Augenkrebserregend weiß.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Kennt jemand vielleicht ein schönes Tool, womit ich den Hintergrund von Jappy für mich ändern kann?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etwas, dass mich sehr bei Jappy gestört hat, war folgendes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldT2iBzycsY/TsEIwsyvFzI/AAAAAAAAAps/Shr-o4n-yro/s1600/oexp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldT2iBzycsY/TsEIwsyvFzI/AAAAAAAAAps/Shr-o4n-yro/s1600/oexp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are yu kidding me???&lt;br /&gt;Oft bekam ich keine EXPs. Damals war es so, dass ein Reloader einschalten für 4 Stunden ausgereicht hat, um 15 Punkte zu bekommen. Wie es heute ist, weiß ich kaum. Aber ich habe in meinem 1. Jappy Blog Eintrag geschrieben, wie viel man ungefähr für was bekommt. Aber um auf 15 Punkte zu kommen muss man tatsächlich irgendwas bei Jappy machen. Nur was? Foren wurden abgeschafft, das war das einzig vernünftige dort und hatte mich damals auch zum gehen gebracht.. (Ja jetzt bin ich wieder da... Credits für Freundin eben. Rang 15 ist bald erreicht...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alle "Wie geht es dir?" Mails beantworten? Hm... dürfte ausreichen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer viele Geschenke auf Jappy hat, wird voller Tatendrang bewundert. Es gibt eine&lt;a href="http://www.jappy.de/com/407726/presentation"&gt; Com&lt;/a&gt;, die sich damit beschäftig, wer die meisten Profilbesucher hat, die meisten Emotions, die meisten Geschenke, die meisten Fans usw.. Ich war da auch mal mit dabei um zu schauen, wer da was hat. Neugierde halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervig finde ich auch das Löschen der Mails. Ich muss mich darin immer noch zurecht finden... Und es sind so viele Mails zu löschen. Früher war nach 150 Mails Schluss und dann wurden die automatisch gelöscht... Und jetzt scheine ich tausende davon zu haben...bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier mal einige Emotions und Geschenke, die ich mit meinem alten Profil hatte.. Nicht das ich damals Süchtig danach war....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-QAKwFjCDc/TsENdZ8zahI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5VeWkow1Lso/s1600/emotion.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-QAKwFjCDc/TsENdZ8zahI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5VeWkow1Lso/s1600/emotion.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3UkCzuAGlc/TsENg8QpxZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QLUjTlJxNDU/s1600/gift.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3UkCzuAGlc/TsENg8QpxZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QLUjTlJxNDU/s640/gift.png" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoan5CjB77Q/TsENiHcN-PI/AAAAAAAAArA/TUOuNoyS_20/s1600/gift+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoan5CjB77Q/TsENiHcN-PI/AAAAAAAAArA/TUOuNoyS_20/s640/gift+%25282%2529.png" width="565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6aCQhf_7x0/TsENkQ1QoZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/a5IiAVlteTA/s1600/gift+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6aCQhf_7x0/TsENkQ1QoZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/a5IiAVlteTA/s640/gift+%25283%2529.png" width="581" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIeKXu36eiY/TsENli6xQxI/AAAAAAAAArY/sSa-N2Zscck/s1600/gift+%25284%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="cl
