<?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-4876603411755474249</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:41:31.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never too late...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-7352344793224334765</id><published>2008-05-14T20:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:01:40.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we are people, this is finally my last post and my blog finishes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I tell you about the changes my life has made between my first post in 2006 until my last one in 2008? Well, I think that I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omehow have made an important change, not really phisically, but I've changed a lot in my way of being and behaving, just because in this two years of Batxillerat I've started to make new experiences, to learn things about life and people that I had never expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But well, life is not easy, we all know this, and maybe that's why people should share their experiences and thoughts, maybe that's why we all should work together and create a better world, beyond all these false and terrib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le people... Maybe kind of an utopic idea don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, with these words I finish my last post, which is maybe the shortest one of all this two years of Batxillerat... I don't really know what to say. I'm somehow really happy to have finished this year, but on the other side I also feel quite sad about this... maybe because I don't really like big changes, although they're often necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you have enjoyed reading a little about my life this years and I hope this has helped you to know me a little better. (this is specially for you, Lourdes, because I don't think that much people have read what I wrote ;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a big kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCs3AFvYfNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_iEK5mT2mUc/s1600-h/bye-bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCs3AFvYfNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_iEK5mT2mUc/s200/bye-bye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200310669409811666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-7352344793224334765?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/7352344793224334765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=7352344793224334765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7352344793224334765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7352344793224334765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-post.html' title='My last post'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCs3AFvYfNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_iEK5mT2mUc/s72-c/bye-bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-7240354845356047193</id><published>2008-05-13T11:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:53:42.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The last weeks...</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, yes... This second Batxillerat course is already finishing. It seems that it was just yesterday when we started again in September, without knowing what was waiting for us in this second year... Well, I think many people will agree with me when I say that this year was quite a strange year, b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCllA1vYfKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tlvT_qPjMLI/s1600-h/2batb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCllA1vYfKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tlvT_qPjMLI/s200/2batb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199798309876169890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asically because it was so short and different than the others that are behind us. It was sometimes hard to keep working, and it was also difficult to go on. But in the end I have to say that probably everyone of us has enjoyed this year, not only because of the new experiences we've made, but because of the people we were in class as well. I know that I haven't been always happy with them, with what they did o how they behaved, but in the end I really have realized that I somehow appreciate them and that I'll surely never forget these two years.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's also important to make changes sometimes, to make new experiences and to make a step into a new way of living, to change some things in our every day routine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really wanted to say is that I've really enjoyed this year, even if it was sometimes quite hard; but in the end, I'm sure everyone will miss this time. Even if we think this year was one of the hardest in our lives, in fact it was only the beginning of the step to working life...&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-7240354845356047193?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/7240354845356047193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=7240354845356047193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7240354845356047193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7240354845356047193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-weeks.html' title='The last weeks...'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCllA1vYfKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tlvT_qPjMLI/s72-c/2batb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-2811004082242673295</id><published>2008-05-08T20:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:34:49.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I need sport!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I'm not very inspired so this post might be not very long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot the last days about taking up a sport again. You know, I played tennis for nearly two years , but I had to stop doing it , although I enjoyed it a lot, because of some personal problems I had with someone working there. Wel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCswplvYfMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6YpibyWtWW8/s1600-h/tennis_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCswplvYfMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6YpibyWtWW8/s200/tennis_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200303685792988354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l, that was now about 9 months ago and I have to admit that I really miss to play... It's difficult to describe, but somehow this sport always helped me to disconnect from everything. It's very strange, but when I play I think about nothing and I can only concentrate on the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, even if I would start again now to play it would be very strange to be there again, just because the person who made me break up with it won't be no longer there and I would surely have to think about him a lot. You know, this person has really hurted me, and was about (this is not a joke) to destroy my whole life... I don't know if you know what I mean but I'm sure that, by going there again, to this place were HE used to be, I'll start to remember everything that happened... I'm not sure if this may be such a good idea. I don't want myself to feel as I felt during this time again. No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But anyway, I'll have to think about it. Maybe it's something like a fight with myself that I have to win, a fight with the past and with forgotten emotions and feelings... Maybe I should give the past a rest and try to go there again. Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see ya my dears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-2811004082242673295?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/2811004082242673295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=2811004082242673295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/2811004082242673295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/2811004082242673295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-sport.html' title='I need sport!!!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SCswplvYfMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6YpibyWtWW8/s72-c/tennis_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-7801463165523814055</id><published>2008-04-20T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:12:22.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer '08</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the curse is finishing and it's time to start planning my Summer. Well, I guess I won't have a lot of time this Summer to do much, but this does not mean that I won't&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SClpBFvYfLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vZYs2mmQWeY/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SClpBFvYfLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vZYs2mmQWeY/s200/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199802712217648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoy it. The first things which are already planned are my trips to Paris, hopefully in June (cross your fingers!!) and to Germany probably in August or something. I'm really looking forward for it because I LOVE travelling and I simply need to leave the country I live in from time to time, I don't know if this is normal or if it's just a "normal thing" for me... Who knows. Anyway, the trip to Paris was a present from my parents for my 18th birthday, and it was actually planned for Easter Holiday, but I finally went to Andalusia during this time. I'm very excited about this trip and I can't wait for it. I've always wished to travel to Paris, I just love the city!!! The Louvre, the Tour Eiffel, Notre Dame, Sacre-Coeur... everything's so beautiful! And one of the best things is also that I'm travelling there with my boyfriend, and it will be the first trip we do completely alone =)&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Germany will be the usual one: visit one of my best friends, Nathalie in the town were I was born, Bonn. But this time I'm also travelling to Munich, were my sister and his husband live, to stay there for 3 or 4 days. I'm also looking forward for this because I've never been in this town and I've also always wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;A part from that I'll also take my driving liscence and work in a bar as last year. I'm sure it will be a great Summer!&lt;br /&gt;See you and take care!!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-7801463165523814055?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/7801463165523814055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=7801463165523814055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7801463165523814055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7801463165523814055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-summer-08.html' title='My Summer &apos;08'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/SClpBFvYfLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vZYs2mmQWeY/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-3192187744692651607</id><published>2008-04-18T13:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:23:09.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The doctor's calling..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I am, back again after holidays (well, actually a month later...). I don't know why it always takes such a long time until I write to you, but as you can probably imagine we've already started with the exams, so I was stressed out as usual -.- I really need to calm down! Thank God it's Friday today, buff &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This afternoon I'm going to the doctor because I haven't felt well at all since last Saturday. It happened at night, at about three o'clock in the morning, when I stood up to go for a glass of water. Suddenly, as I stood in the kitchen I suddenly started to feel terrible, like dizzy and sick. I sat down for a while but it didn't help, so I went back to the bedroom to lie down, but I hadn't completely reached the door when I suddenly fainted. The next thing I remember is myself lying on the ground, sweating, and with my boyfriend next to me, calling my name, trying to wake me up. It was really a shocking moment, but I'm sure that more for him than for me... Anyway, since this moment I feel sick nearly every day, and that's why I finally decided to go to the doctor this afternoo. Let's see what he says :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you my dears! and take care ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-3192187744692651607?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/3192187744692651607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=3192187744692651607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3192187744692651607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3192187744692651607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/04/doctors-calling.html' title='The doctor&apos;s calling..!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-48228256364487311</id><published>2008-04-09T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:49:46.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear... my future... what can I tell you about my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, at the moment I really have to say that my future is still like a small, grey way, where you can see no ending. Ok, perhaps I could describe my situation like this: the present, the moment I live now, is like a way, a green beautiful but also a little hard way on which I am walking and walking without stopping. But suddenly, this way comes to an end and it becaomes two ways, one on the left and one on the right. This would symbolize the end of Batxillerat and the situation in which I'll be a few weeks from now. Well, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the ways. The problem is that these two ways show no ending and there is nobody who can tell me which way leads to success, to the life I would like to have; nor which way would be the best for me. So it's only my decision which way I go, and it's also my decision what I do with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, let's leave the symbols and speak claerly: my problem is that I'm at a point that I think a lot about my future, specially at University, just because I feel again a bit insecure. The fact is that I would like to study Audiovisual Communication (which is basically like Journalism but has more to do with production) and Publicity/PR... I'm sure that I would like both of them, but each one has advantatges and disadvantatges. If I chose the first one I had to go to Barcelona, and for the second one I could stay in Girona, which is nearer to my home... Conclusion: I'm completely lost! What can I do?! (...) "You will succeed anyway, Jenny, it doesn't matter what you do!" says my father, but hey, my whole future may depend on this decision and I'm not so sure if I'm really able to be successfull with everything although I try to work hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, there would also be the possibility to comine those degrees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-48228256364487311?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/48228256364487311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=48228256364487311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/48228256364487311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/48228256364487311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-future.html' title='My future'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-2716876926092885631</id><published>2008-03-14T16:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:48:59.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today has finally been the last day before Easter Holidays! Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how I was waiting for this day to arrive..! R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eally, it's quite impossible to imagine how hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9qd37Fj_jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rZy5tm4pxAc/s1600-h/Frohe+Ostern.pdf.zinfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9qd37Fj_jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rZy5tm4pxAc/s200/Frohe+Ostern.pdf.zinfo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177624305695194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his last weeks have been for everyone of us. It was just yesterda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y when I looked in my classmates faces and I cannot remember having ever seen them looking as they did during this last w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eek. In every face was such a tiredness! But anyway, now this "going arround like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zombie"-time is over and we have a little more than one week to relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still don't know if I'm going to go somewhere these days, but it's possible that I go with my boyfriend to Andalusia, because he wanted to introduce me to a part of his family. Well, I would really like to go there, even if I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m sure that I'll feel quite uncomfortable and insecure during the first meeting, but I think this is normal isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, this afternoon I'm meeting my best friend and I'm really waiting for it because I nearly haven't talked to her for a few weeks and we have to tell each other loads of things. You know, she's something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my sister basically because we know each other for more or less 12 years, since our first day of school, and we've been really good friends since then. Yes, I've been through many difficult situations with her and this has made our friendship become so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok my dears I leave you ok? I wish you the best for this Easter Holidays !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9qeTLFj_lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O3HBisqqIfs/s1600-h/easter-greetings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9qeTLFj_lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O3HBisqqIfs/s320/easter-greetings.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177624773846629970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-2716876926092885631?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/2716876926092885631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=2716876926092885631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/2716876926092885631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/2716876926092885631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-holidays.html' title='Finally holidays!!!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9qd37Fj_jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rZy5tm4pxAc/s72-c/Frohe+Ostern.pdf.zinfo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-3738375700207142902</id><published>2008-03-13T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:25:30.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poem for you ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; For all the day they view things unrespected;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; How would thy shadow's form form happy show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; To the clear day with thy much clearer light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; By looking on thee in the living day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All days are nights to see till I see thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;William Shakespeare, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonnet XLIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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/4876603411755474249-3738375700207142902?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/3738375700207142902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=3738375700207142902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3738375700207142902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3738375700207142902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-poem-for-you.html' title='A little poem for you ;-)'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-4939978272726081846</id><published>2008-03-04T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:37:42.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish people... Aren't we all a bit like them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today was quite a hard day at school... Basically because it's Tuesday and we have classes until 6 p.m. and after that we still have to study. Anyway, I could say that I'm quite "lucky" because I only have one exam tomorrow, Maths, while other people have two or three. So I really can't complain ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I actually wanted to write you some other things which have nothing to do with school. I'm seeing every day more how people are getting more and more selfish, and how people prefer thinking and talking about theirselves instead of worrying a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9APoSkqswI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d1uzJJb3_9g/s1600-h/1176452308_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9APoSkqswI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d1uzJJb3_9g/s200/1176452308_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174653156703515394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bout other people or things. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the one hand this is good because in the present society you almost NEED to be quite selfish to be successful, but on the other hand we have to say that there is one clear limit. Being only worried about yourself can mostly be very bad, because people notice this very soon. Someone who always wants to be the centre of the world is normally not really liked by others. Well, I think everyone of us knows such a person and many of us are also a bit like them. Of course there are moments in life when you really need to think about yourself and about YOUR life and trying to focus only on your own problems, but if you do this all the time it can be quite bad. On the other hand, if you don't ever think about yourself , and only about others, it's nearly as bad as what I've commented before. I think this is a little my case... even if I hope that it's not SO bad yet. My basic problem is that I prefer to think about others than about myself, this means that I do what I can to make people happy, even if this means that I have to do something that I don't like, or that makes me unhappy. I don't understand where this way of thinking can come from, but I've noticed more than once that it can be a seriuos problem, even if at first sight it seems a very positive thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I gotta leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you my dears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-4939978272726081846?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/4939978272726081846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=4939978272726081846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/4939978272726081846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/4939978272726081846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/03/selfish-people-arent-we-all-bit-like.html' title='Selfish people... Aren&apos;t we all a bit like them?'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R9APoSkqswI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d1uzJJb3_9g/s72-c/1176452308_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-3430651706799131238</id><published>2008-02-19T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:16:59.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The unfairness of some of us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth is that I don't really know what to tell you in this post, and I promise that I've been thinking a lot about it before I started to write... No ideas anyway! But well, I would lie if I said that there isn't anything new that worries me at the moment, because, in fact, there is something I haven't stopped thinking about since this morning. Well, the problem is actually not mine, it's more another girl's one, but I'm quite worried about her because I see how other people treat and talk about her. I don't pretend to change anything with this post, and I'm not going to tell any name either, but I really think that people should really stop acting this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been in her class for many years and I could see how every year more people have laughed more and more at her way of being and behaving. "But why do people do this?"-have I always asked myself. Well, I think basically because they can't really understand that some people are not like them, and that there are some people who are maybe shier than them or who just don't think the same way as they do. I'm not going to say that I haven't ever laughed at anybody or treat anybody in an unfair way, but hey, we're nearly 18 years old and I think we're at a point to change this. This girl feels every time worse about these comments, and it's normal that she'll get more nervous and insecure if people continue treating her like their do. I'm not saying that everyone has to like her or to be her friend, no, I would only like some people to think a little before they do things like these, I only want them to put themselves into her situation and guess how they'd feel if they were her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for this post, I don't want to go against anybody but I had to say this. It's my point of view and I hope you respect it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-3430651706799131238?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/3430651706799131238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=3430651706799131238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3430651706799131238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/3430651706799131238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/03/unfairness-of-some-of-us.html' title='The unfairness of some of us...'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-1207615083479617720</id><published>2008-02-18T19:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:56:00.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today was not really a good day for me, even if I didn't had what we could call "real bad luck". No, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7nYPHJwM1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6qifvFwMItI/s1600-h/schnupfen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7nYPHJwM1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6qifvFwMItI/s200/schnupfen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168399801513947986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the point was actually that I didn't feel well at all (I've got a terrible cold :S) and was just sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there in class, counting every single minute to go finally home. A part from this, I did my presentation in English today, about my research paper (again -.-), and I didn't have any problems (a part of my little illness...). But anyway, this wasn't a normal presentatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n, it was the last one I'd do this year. On the one side it's cool, 'cause I can now concentrate better on the other work I have, but on the other side it feels quite strange... It's like another step to the end of the curse. I can't really find the words to explain how I felt when I finished the presentation this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, what else can I tell you? That I've just taken a look at the pictures I still had on my PC and I found a lot from my holidays in Germany last Summer. I've really noticed that I miss all my friends there a lot and I'm really looking forward to travel there as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;Leave you already :)&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-1207615083479617720?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/1207615083479617720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=1207615083479617720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/1207615083479617720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/1207615083479617720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill.html' title='ill...'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7nYPHJwM1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6qifvFwMItI/s72-c/schnupfen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-8525062651817803295</id><published>2008-02-15T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:54:28.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The research paper is done!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First of all I gotta say SORRY that I haven't written for such a long time... I had actually promised myself not to leave everything with the blog for the last minute, as I sadly had to do in the last term, but as you see, I'm a bit late again..! Anyway, I'm sure you can imagine why I didn't really find a minute to write you a few lines, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7WgxnJwM0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mm4tsSSpoco/s1600-h/rotate.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7WgxnJwM0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mm4tsSSpoco/s200/rotate.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167212921661436738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ecause I was doing like every student of second Batxillerat the well-known research paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, even if it was an incredible amount of work (basically because my tutor was very strict and was never really happy with the things I had done) now I can proudly say that I've finished it!!!!! Yes, two days ago was the presentation of the research-project and I think I did quite well, teachers only told me positive things about my work and they didn't even ask questions. Really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went bananas&lt;/span&gt; when I came out of this classroom one minute after the exposition I started jumping and dancing in the middle of the corridors... I was so happy to have finished all this! And more than everything, I was really proud of myself and the 230 pages I had written, just because, at the beginning, my tutor didn't really help me with anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok my dears, gotta leave you already. I wish you a very nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-8525062651817803295?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/8525062651817803295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=8525062651817803295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/8525062651817803295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/8525062651817803295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2008/02/research-paper-is-done.html' title='The research paper is done!!!!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R7WgxnJwM0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mm4tsSSpoco/s72-c/rotate.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-22663975241136554</id><published>2007-12-05T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:02:46.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Exams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I've done the last exam for the moment and I'm really happy that this endless stress has finally come to an end. But anyway, this year I'm not taken it as hard as last year, I mean, I still study hard and so but I've got limits this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year, I remember, that I nearly fainted one day thanks to the stress... It's actually true that how much you are stressed depends on yourself, and this is exactly what I wanted to change, I don't want tot take it SO hard, don't want to reach that point again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, now everything's done and we can finally relax a little bit even if we still have the reasearch project waiting to be continued and, if possible, finished. I'll really have to use these days when I'm less stressed with exams to write and r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ead a lot... I want to finish the reasearch paper as soon as possible &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has called me today to talk about her holidays in Spain in a few weeks. She's gonna come with her husband and her daughter for more or less a week to visit us. I'm really happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about this, 'cause I haven't seen her for a long time... It's also very curious to see how fast a child like my three year old niece grows... That shows us again how fast time goes by and how quickly everything can change.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dears, I'm gonna leave you already. I still have to do my Oral Presentation Evaluation... But anyway, I want to show you a picture of me when I was a baby... I just found it and it made me laugh a lot ;-) My mum says that I was always smiling and laughing when  I was a child... Well, after seeing this picture you'll believe her!&lt;br /&gt;See ya and have a nice "long" weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1avQukdXkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fwsNZWBEMts/s1600-h/minijey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1avQukdXkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fwsNZWBEMts/s320/minijey2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140488726603718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-22663975241136554?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/22663975241136554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=22663975241136554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/22663975241136554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/22663975241136554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-exams.html' title='The end of Exams!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1avQukdXkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fwsNZWBEMts/s72-c/minijey2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-8597054896242068637</id><published>2007-11-30T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:18:26.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S T R E S S E D!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;here we are again... I'm sure everyone who has read my blog will have wondered about the things I wrote about, cause it's not usual that I don't say a word about stress in four posts!&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dears, the time has finally come and now I definitely can say that I'm absolutely stressed agai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1BFwTyWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OJib-rB5D48/s1600-R/PICT0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1BFwTyWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y5EgHXWwbDc/s200/PICT0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138683871077207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. You can't even imagine how difficult the exam we did today was. It was about the whole 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Century in history of Spain, and there were so many information, dates, facts and names that I nearly went crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next week won't be much better tha this one, 'cause we've got a lot of difficult exams too, such as Philosophy and History of Art... I'll be happy when I'll have done them all... I really need this small holiday next week. Oh, you can't imagine how much!!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we have to be happy that the maybe most difficult exam is already done, so we don't have to worry about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you already ok? Here's a picture of my dog ;-)&lt;br /&gt;see you!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-8597054896242068637?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/8597054896242068637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=8597054896242068637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/8597054896242068637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/8597054896242068637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d.html' title='S T R E S S E D!!!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1BFwTyWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y5EgHXWwbDc/s72-c/PICT0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-6682614805925656601</id><published>2007-11-15T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:05:18.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Video for you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today won't write you as much as I normally do. I actually just wanted to show a video I saw some days ago and which I found incredibly nice and interesting. It's a music video from Nickelback, my favourite group, but it talks about social topics and of how some people could change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The lyrics of this song are also incredible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we lie beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I like this video so much because I worry a lot about the world and about people in general. It's actually this, poverty, famine, and things loke those about I would like to report once as a journalist. It's something like a dream... trying to change the world... Maybe it's quite an impossible aim but, hey, "Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world. Indee, it is the only thing that ever has".&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the video ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xto1-RBPnuU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xto1-RBPnuU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-6682614805925656601?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/6682614805925656601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=6682614805925656601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/6682614805925656601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/6682614805925656601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/11/video-for-you.html' title='Video for you!!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-5590468988463655091</id><published>2007-11-02T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:40:38.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer...&lt;br /&gt;The greatest season of the whole year for nearly everyone... A season in which we can disconnect, in which we can think about completely other things that school, a season which can make your life change completely...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this Summer 2007 was quite different than the ones I had before, even if I would not say that it has been one of the best in my life. No, this Summer was special, full of emocions, experiences, laughs and many tears 'cause it made me learn many many things about life, love and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1A8tjyWC9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FueOgdFioM8/s1600-R/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1A8tjyWC9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/diKZ_JBeEQg/s200/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138673928227916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe the greatest time of this Summer was the beginning, when I went to Germany to visit one of my best friends, Nathalie, who I know for about 16 years. I alway enjoy being with her, her family and her friends, maybe it's because I know them for so long and because they're house has become nearly like my second home. After one week in Bonn, Nathalie returned with me to Spain and stayed with me another week.&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing about this Summer was that I realized that the guy I always told you about last year had only been playing with me. Thanks God I saw this quite early, so it was not as hard as you'll probably think... At exactly this time, this quite difficult time of confusion when I nearly lost my confidence to everyone, I met &lt;/span&gt;him&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, an incredible boy, maybe the most special one I've ever met. We had quite a lot of troubles with other people before we finally started going out together, but now everything's ok and we're very happy together. It's really like a dream... The feeling of having a person who you really, REALLY love by your side is impossible to describe...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dears, gotta leave you now. Why do I always have to write so much?! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s.: In the picture: Nathalie and me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-5590468988463655091?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/5590468988463655091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=5590468988463655091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/5590468988463655091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/5590468988463655091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-summer-07.html' title='My Summer &apos;07'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R1A8tjyWC9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/diKZ_JBeEQg/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-7913053819293459946</id><published>2007-10-16T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:26:32.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankfurt  '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;How are things?&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna talk about the incredible journey we've got behind us. We've been for 5 days in Frankfurt am Main, in Germany basically because of the Bookfair, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R0XleTyWC7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2M6yRQjx2Wo/s1600-h/PICT1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R0XleTyWC7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2M6yRQjx2Wo/s200/PICT1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135763258956188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hich had as an inveted culture the Catalan one. But that wasn't the only reason why we went there and why we lernt so many things there. We also made something like a change with people from France and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from Germany as well.&lt;br /&gt;Specially for me, this journey was an incredible experience. Being german and seing how people present the culture of the country you life in is really incredible.&lt;br /&gt;To sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R0XmajyWC8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mckfJfxZebs/s1600-h/PICT1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R0XmajyWC8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mckfJfxZebs/s200/PICT1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764294043306946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; up, we had an incredible time there, and we really learnt loads of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; new things. We spoke for example to some editors or writers who told us about they're jobs.&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine that, because I speak the language, my main job during the journey was doing like a translator for my mates... If you know me you'll know that I always try to help were I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n but sometimes this was really stressful!! But anyway, it was a memorable journey which surely no one of us will ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;I add you an image from Frankfurt. I did this pictures during our second or third day. It's incredible how an european city can look like an american one only thanks to skyscrapers! Hope you like the photos ;-)&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-7913053819293459946?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/7913053819293459946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=7913053819293459946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7913053819293459946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/7913053819293459946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/10/frankfurt-07.html' title='Frankfurt  &apos;07'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/R0XleTyWC7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/2M6yRQjx2Wo/s72-c/PICT1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876603411755474249.post-727559326006001456</id><published>2007-10-04T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:41:33.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome everyone to my new blog! I firstly wanted to continue that one from last year, but I finally decided to make a new one, maybe it's better this way so you don't have to read so much yet ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think it's not really necessary to introduce myself to you again, just because I did it twice last year... So if you want to know about my "past", this mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/RznvqpjGJAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rt6Cln_22Do/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/RznvqpjGJAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rt6Cln_22Do/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132396766351991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s, my first year of Batxillerat, go to my old blog (&lt;a href="http://www.letsrock22.blogspot.com/"&gt;letsrock22.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) and there you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find everything ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we all know, the second year of Batxillerat has already started, and I'm sure everyone has already realized that this is the last step we gotta do before University, the last step before our life will change completely from one day to another... Yes, this year of Batxillerat is different than other school years... Not only because we're more stressed than ever (also thanks to the well-known "research paper" which nearly drives us mad) but because we know that it's the last year in this school, with those teachers and those people which you saw day after day, and with whom I've grown up...&lt;br /&gt;Ok my dears I think I've got to leave you now. I can't write much today because it's my dad's birthday and we're going out for dinner. I actually only wanted to write you something short ;)&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876603411755474249-727559326006001456?l=letsrockagain22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/feeds/727559326006001456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876603411755474249&amp;postID=727559326006001456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/727559326006001456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876603411755474249/posts/default/727559326006001456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsrockagain22.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>_.·¤ JeNnY ¤·._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18276768395840129015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ppnPCwkz8Vo/RznvqpjGJAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rt6Cln_22Do/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
