<?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-3299375</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:43:05.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little universe of insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>The world as seen from the eyes of one crazy blonde girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82702304</id><published>2002-10-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T12:41:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a new place to write my blog, it's much better than blogger and it's very similar to live journal so from now on (until I'll get bored of it and move here again) my blog will be &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/users/chleo/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Write me a comment there, tell me which blog u like better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-82702304?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82702304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82702304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82702304' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82696849</id><published>2002-10-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T10:32:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't get &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com"&gt;Live Journal.&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to move my blog there because I'm getting tired of blogger and although it's free, they're asking me for a code that I can get only from someone who writes there. What's the point of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-82696849?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82696849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82696849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82696849' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82568663</id><published>2002-10-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T07:53:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly need to find myself a life. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn bored! Walking around the house all day long and checking my mails 100000000000 times per day (which reminds me I need to write back to some people, I pretend to have a life and not reply immediately).&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from Bee yesterday , I haven't heard from her for quite a long time so she wrote me this really funny email, definitely worth reading (don't bother if you don't understand bits of it, obviously, it's an email.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey dude...&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess you have decided to remain silent and unexistent... For all I know you could have die and I wouldt even know... How dare you do this to such a special and unique friend like myself? (I hope you still understand my humour...). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was told you got back on the 14 of Sept... I left on the 11th (yes, I took a plane and didn'd die!!!) so I didn'd get to see you... Hope you had nice hollidays, wherever you went...And I hope you finally have an ides of your future now... (I f you don't well... "Your're so cool I wanna be just like you when I grow up!!!"). Are you taking some exams again? I am quite happy with my 29, taking in consideration that David got 28 and Chris 30... I got my "well disurved" 4 in Bio but I really don't want to talk about that... (Say CenTiMogAN three times out loud and think of Me!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am taking a break out of my "not so bussy" schedule of 12 hours a week (no school on Thrusdays) to write to you. I am in Edinburgh, Scotland and quite happy... the rain and the grey have not started yet so I am not yet DePReSsED.... The Uni is quite cool, I am staying in the halls of residence with a bunch of  chicks who really enjoy pretending to be drunk so they can totaly throw themselves on to guys... Which, I must say, I find quite pathetic... specially when they do this after jst one beer. I have been quite ntisocial but that is because I really don't identify with these people.... just staying in my room, with my music and my wine (which is really NOT CHEAP over here).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, outside school, I already met a couple of cool people... played Djambe with a bunch of people from Guana (Africa), met a crew who does FireDancing stuff on monday (maybe go there today, in the evening)... So, I guess, things are starting to fall into place...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna know what is up on your life... staying in Paris? going to Australia... or Spain... or here (feel free to come squatt my place!!!)? Studying?... vegging out in front of TV?... &lt;br /&gt;Tell me details... please keep in touch...I tend to get quite bored sometimes... need some entertainment!!!&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss&lt;br /&gt;From McBee........... ( I am thinking of changing to McBee for obvious reasons... wha do you think?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-82568663?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82568663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82568663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82568663' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82247548</id><published>2002-09-28T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T15:34:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Who can say if your love goes as your heart chose...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so pathetic.. I'm like the queen of falling in love with guys I can't have...&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself thinking about a guy who I will never be with and then I put all those sad romantic songs and cry. &lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I saw his email in my mailbox.. I would have give anything to be with him right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough with this guy! From this post on, I won't write about him anymore. That's enough. I sound like a stupid 12 years old girl and I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;Have I already said I feel pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;I don't only feel it. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-82247548?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82247548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82247548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82247548' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82211792</id><published>2002-09-27T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T14:04:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;I think it still hurts from the time I got hit by the shelf at Roi's place two weeks ago. I hope it will pass soon...&lt;br /&gt;I went to register to the French course I want to take at the Sorbonne but when I got there the place was huge and I couldn't find anything so I went back home, I'll go on Monday with my mum, it's too scary to go all by myslef there! (I know I'm childish... what can I do, I felt as if I arrived from a small vilage to the big city.. it's mad!).&lt;br /&gt;I'm going tomorrow to Park Asterix (it's something like Eurodisney, but with Asterix), I've never been there so I hope it'll be cool, have to go to sleep though.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-82211792?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82211792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82211792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82211792' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-82114362</id><published>2002-09-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T15:01:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really tired but it's been almost a week since I last posted so here is a little update.&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't find a normal job, actually I was too lazy to give my CV so I only babysit now, yesterday I got 35 Euros for 4 hours and tomorrow I'm going there again, I think I'll keep babysit two or three times a week, it will give me an extra 100 Euros per week which is a lot (considering the fact that I won't spend it all every week), plus it's a cool job, I get money to watch T.V. so why not?&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Roi. I had to call him since I was really pissed that once again he was online and I wasn't near the computer! Everytime he's online I'm not there so as soon as I saw his message I called him and it was great talking to him again! He's so sweet, I really miss him... I hope I'll see him soon, I want to go to London, maybe with Tiphanie, and that way I'll be able to spend some time with him before he leaves to Australia (I so wanted to go with him!).&lt;br /&gt;And for the very good new! Gilad is coming to Paris in exactly one week!!! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I was talking to his boyfriend on MSN and Gilad called him and told him he's coming to Paris and he asked me if he can sleep at my place, I didn't even asked anyone if it's ok that he's coming but today my mom asked me where he's staying so I told her I don't know yet and she said that if he wants he can sleep here. It was such a relief since I was sure she'll get pissed if I'll ask her. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that he's coming here, for 3 days, to celebrate his birthday with ME! I love him so much! He's like my big brother (not that I have one... but I always wanted one!). And few days after Hila is coming and then we might go together to London, Amsterdam  or Barcelona, we don't know yet. I hope I'll have enough money. So far I've got 500 Euros I got from my summer job and I'll probably have another 100 I'll get from babysitting and I really hope I'll find a job by then....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I should go to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-82114362?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82114362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/82114362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82114362' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81918354</id><published>2002-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T10:22:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Friday Five&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Would you say that you're good at keeping in touch with people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... most of the time yes, but it depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Which communication method do you usually prefer/use: e-mail, telephone, snail mail, blog comments, or meeting in person? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use emails, phone and sure that whenever it's possible I'd rather meeting someone than talking to him on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you have an instant messenger program? How many? Why/why not? How often do you use it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two and I use both of them almost everyday... that's the only way I can talk to my friends in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do most of your close friends live nearby or far away?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them live far.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Are you an "out of sight, out of mind" person, or do you believe that "distance makes the heart grow fonder"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance definitely show u who are ur real friends... Even though with some of my best friends I talk once in a month or even more, I know that whenever I go back it's as if I never left.&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/3299375-81918354?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81918354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81918354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81918354' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81794800</id><published>2002-09-18T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T16:30:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a couple of messages I got from Gilad (the sweetest person ever!!! I also told you about him in the really long post...) it really cheered me up. Did I tell you how amazing this guy is???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-81794800?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81794800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81794800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81794800' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81794467</id><published>2002-09-18T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T16:21:47.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day had passed... I can't remember who told me this but "everyday is day closer to death". I know it's not so cheerful but lately I can't wait until all the days will pass... &lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what's wrong with me... I can't talk to my parents without start crying (that's because they're being really annoying about uni' and finding a job...), I don't feel like seeing anyone and all I want to do is stay in my room and listen to music. I don't eat or sleep anymore. I feel as if this is not my place, that I should be in Israel and not here. &lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling! I keep telling myself that it will pass and as soon as I find a job and I'll start uni' everything will be better but I know it's not true. I just want to be in Israel with all my friends and with R (the guy I told you about)...&lt;br /&gt;As if things aren't bad enough, my parents want to cut off the internet! I told them that if they'll do it they can forget about talking to me ever again. Not that I care much about the internet, I spent the whole summer without touching a computer, but it's the only way I can talk to my friends and if I won't have at least this I'll die!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love Paris and I've got lots of friends here but it's just not the same. People keep telling me to stop complaining cuz' I live in Paris and it's much better then Tel Aviv but only people who lived both in Europe and in Tel Aviv know that TA is the best! Paris is totally dead at 2-3 A.M when in Tel Aviv you always have something to do...&lt;br /&gt;Enough with this, I feel totaly pathetic complaining all the time about my life...&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school today, not that I really wanted to but I had to go to take my diploma. I saw David and few other seniors... it was really weird! I never thought I'll be back there ever again...&lt;br /&gt;I also have a new web cam, it's pretty cool but I didn't find anyone wth a cam so I couldn't check if it works ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-81794467?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81794467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81794467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81794467' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81741457</id><published>2002-09-17T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T16:28:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A moment like this,&lt;br /&gt;Some people spend two lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;for a moment like this &lt;br /&gt;some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;for that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;oh I can't believe it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;some people wait a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;for a moment like this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so perfect for me now... Everytime I hear it I think of him... I think about our first kiss and I know the songs describes exactly a moment like we had. God, I'm so in love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-81741457?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81741457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81741457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81741457' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81695183</id><published>2002-09-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T16:32:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sweet-essence.net/butterfli" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-essence.net/butterfli/Quiz1Result_RealWorldA.jpg" border="0" alt="What reality TV show are you meant to star on?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweet-essence.net/butterfli" target="_new"&gt;What reality TV show are you meant to star on?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-81695183?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81695183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81695183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81695183' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81640990</id><published>2002-09-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T16:18:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;My summer vacation&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know where to start from... I want to write about everything but it's just too hard! So many things happened to me during these two months and so many new people had entered my life that I don't know what to write first... it will probably be like this big mess of events but I'll try to write it as organize as I can (hope you'll somehow understand it).&lt;br /&gt;The whole summer was just amazing, it was the craziest yet best summer I've ever had so far. I must admit I didn't expect it to be that exciting, I expected it to be like all my vactions in Israel but it was 1000 times better! &lt;br /&gt;First of all, almost everyone had changed in a way or another, some in a good way and some in a bad way but it was indeed weird to see everyone again after a year and a half... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the first thing I can remember is "my" graduation party (I kinda felt as if I graduated with all my friends). As always they did this show which is usually funny but this year it was just stupid... the only funny part was when some guys from my grade got on stage and started dancing wearing only thongs... it was almost obvious thar they'll do something like this... After the show some guys from our grade organized a beach party for everyone. It was so much fun! although I can't really remember everything that happened that night (I got so drunk... like 90% of the people who were there) but to make it short, I made out with 3 guys (OMG I'm such a slut *lol*) and met so many people I used to know but somehow I've lost contact with when I moved to Paris...&lt;br /&gt;Few days after that party was the prom (which was much better than my prom in Paris). The music was great, everyone looked really pretty and happy and even the food was good. I don't know if I ever wrote about it but I used to have a crush on a guy from my class. For 3 years I was madly in love with him  and everytime I heard the song "Against all odds" by phil collins it made me think about him. Now I don't love him anymore but when I hear this song it makes me think about him and how much I wanted to be with him. Anyways, guess which song they played? "against all odds" and as if it's not enough, as it was played I passed across him and instead of asking him to dance I just walked away... It was a pretty dumb thing to do, I know, I regreted not doing anything but now I totally got over him and I don't really care much.. &lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the summer at Shirly's place (one of my best friends)... we spent most of the time smoking on her balcony... it was just the best.. she has this huge balcony so we used to make so many parties there... it was so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;I also went clubbing few times.. well mostly to gays parties.. I just got addicted to it... it all started when a good friend of mine really wanted me to go with him to one party so I I decided to go with him, and since then I went almost every week. He knew some people there and they were all adorable!!! They all dress up so nicely and some of them are very good dancers and those are the best parties ever. One of the guys I met there is the most amazing person I know. Not only that he's really good looking but he's the sweetest person ever. Somehow since the first time we met we had this connection and he's one of those people that only by looking at them you can know that they are special.. he has the most perfect smile I've ever seen... honestly when he smiles nothing seems bad... &lt;br /&gt;I also met my new crush... well, he's much more than a crush... I don't know, since I met him the guy is stuck in my head and I can't stop thinking about him... I met him at one of those gay parties (but as he said, he's bi - not gay although I think he's gay but he refuses to admit he's more attracted to guys...) and at first I really couldn't stop talking about him and all I wanted was to see him again... I seriously felt like a 12 years old girl who is in love with the hottest guy in school... when I saw him the second time the excitment kinda vanished until we first kissed... This kiss was the best kiss ever but it was also the weirdest! We were at another party and he was dancing with some friends in one side of the club and I was with some other friends and few times he came and we danced together, then at one point he asked me if he can give me a small kiss. Since I have some gay friends, to the close ones I usually give kisses on the lips, which is pretty normal considering the fact that they are gay, so obviously when he said a "small kiss" I thought that he meant a kiss on the lips. Apperantly I was wrong (or maybe he has a different definition for a small kiss...). It was the best kiss I have ever had! I felt completely breathless when we stopped kissing.. Anyways it just made things more complicated cuz' from that moment, again, I couldn't stop thinking about him, I still can't stop thinking about his kisses. &lt;br /&gt;The weird part is that after we kissed he got back to his friends and made out with this guy he kept making out with the whole party... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways almost a month later we went out again to a party at the same club (we met a couple of times before that but nothing interesting happened), this time 3 of my friends came with me... again they were at one side of the club, some of my other friends were on the othere side and the whole party I kept going from one side to the other so I can be with everyone (after all it was my last party in Israel) and again I was dancing with him and somehow we kissed, I can't even remember (and I don't really care) how we started kissing but it happened and this time we kissed for a long time and after that I went back to my friends who were dancing next to us because I wanted to know if they saw us and obviously they did... but it wasn't the weird part of the night... he and his friend drove me and 2 other friends of mine back home and when I got out of the car I started walking towards the door without saying goodbye to him so he said something about me not saying goodbye properly so I went back to the car and gave him a small kiss but again it was much more then a small kiss and this made me really wonder what the hell does he want!! &lt;br /&gt;A day after this party he invited me to his place with a friend of mine, one of his friends and the guy he dates (well they're meeting once in two weeks and he told me he only uses him for sex.. he's a guy after all..) but this didn't stop him from kissing me in front of that guy! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore, on one hand he just doesn't know what he wants from his life and I should stop thinking about him but on the other hand, I can't. It's impossible! He's stuck in my mind and I can't get him out of there!!! URGH! Now I really miss him... &lt;br /&gt;Ok enough talking about him!&lt;br /&gt;As I told you I've got lots of things to write about (yeah, I still have things to write) but I think that's enough for today, it's so long, I can almost write a book about my summer vacation! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Hope you didn't get too bored... :-)&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/3299375-81640990?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81640990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81640990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81640990' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-81613903</id><published>2002-09-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T13:36:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm back!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been ages since I last posted here but as I told you I spent the summer in Israel and I didn't have a computer there so I couldn't update everyday but I will tell you about everything tomorrow (or it might take few days cuz it's a lot!) but I had an amazing summer, I met tons of new people and I had the best time ever but you'll hear about everything tomorrow! I hope that people are still reading this...&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&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/3299375-81613903?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81613903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/81613903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81613903' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-78046296</id><published>2002-06-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T17:16:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got home from &lt;i&gt;Fete De la musique&lt;/i&gt; (it's just a big celebration. people are singing and playing different sorts of music in the streets) and it was kinda lame this year. We went to see Lenny Kravitz (since it was a free concert) and the french singer who was before him was much better than lenny. Not that I'm a big fan but I expected a good concert, after all it's Lenny Kravitz! I don't know how many of you actually went to one of his concerts but we waited 45 minutes until he came on stage and he gave such a bad performence that we left after two songs.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk home instead of taking the metro because I thought it would be nice to walk and see all the different bands and stuff and I wasn't wrong! Just walking around and watching the people dancing and singing was so much fun and it made me love Paris even more. It was as if I was walking on another planet, the beautiful buildings, the music everywhere, people daning, laughing, fire-dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot that it's friday so here are the friday five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you live in a house, an apartment or a condo?&lt;/b&gt; I live in an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you rent or own?&lt;/b&gt; We own a house in Israel but we rent an apartment here in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Does anyone else live with you?&lt;/b&gt; My parents, my sister and 4 cats lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. How many times have you moved in your life?&lt;/b&gt; something like 4 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/b&gt; I was supposed to spend the weekend on the beach but my mom decided not to go so I'm staying here, maybe I'll clean my room, do some more shopping for gifts and spend some time with my friends.&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/3299375-78046296?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/78046296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/78046296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78046296' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-77663720</id><published>2002-06-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T12:00:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Quiz time&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/symbol" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/symbol/moon.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/symbol"&gt;Click Here To Find Out Which Symbol You Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;What's Your Sexual MO?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is it just me or this is Kylie Minogue? Am I becoming a fag hug??? NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/jewel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Who's Your Inner Music Industry Diva?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&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/3299375-77663720?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77663720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77663720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77663720' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-77632943</id><published>2002-06-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T18:03:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes I get so weird&lt;br /&gt;I even freak myself out&lt;br /&gt;I laugh myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's my lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I drive so fast&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel the danger&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to breath?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody rip my heart out&lt;br /&gt;And leave me here to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to die?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk within the lines&lt;br /&gt;Would make my life so boring&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that I &lt;br /&gt;Have been to the extreme&lt;br /&gt;So knock me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;Come on now give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Anything to make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to breath?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody rip my heart out&lt;br /&gt;And leave me here to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to die?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary please&lt;br /&gt;I'd rahter be anything but ordinary please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let down your defences&lt;br /&gt;Use no common sense&lt;br /&gt;If you look you will see &lt;br /&gt;that this world is this beautiful &lt;br /&gt;accident turbulent suculent &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling permanent&lt;br /&gt;No way I won't taste it &lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna waste it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so weird&lt;br /&gt;I even freak myself out&lt;br /&gt;I laugh my self to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's my lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to breath?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody rip my heart out&lt;br /&gt;And leave me here to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to die?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to die?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary please&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-77632943?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77632943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77632943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77632943' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-77584723</id><published>2002-06-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T16:06:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't get this.&lt;br /&gt;*short summary of the previous events lol*&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy I used to talk to on ICQ (he knows my best friend), then when I went to Israel last year we met a couple of times and he was really cool and when I came back we talked for a while until one day for some reason he stopped replying my messages...&lt;br /&gt;This was almost a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today I sent a message to my list that says that in 17 days I'm going to Israel and guess who replied? yep. He replied and we talked until I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if it would have been someone else I'm not sure he would have stayed in my list, but he's really nice when he wants to (and he looks great *lol*) so he stayed there. Now I really don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, it's cool that we're talking again and that I'm going to see him again but on the other hand the guy talks to me only when I go to Israel. Don't I exist the rest of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-77584723?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77584723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77584723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77584723' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-77540104</id><published>2002-06-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T15:25:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 40pt;"&gt;14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Times New Roman,Verdana,Arial; font-size: 12;"&gt;I act like I'm 14.&lt;br&gt;This test was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~dead_battery"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; - No, really.... Take it &lt;a href="http://www.music-review.org/test.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, thanks!!! Me? 14? I'm not THAT childish! &lt;br /&gt;Wait, why the hell do I care about a stupid internet quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-77540104?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77540104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77540104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77540104' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-77512166</id><published>2002-06-08T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T16:14:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short update.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't update my blog for so long, I just couldn't bring myself to write here the past week.. I promise I'll update it tomorrow cuz now I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're still coming to check my blog :-)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've decided to keep my blog the way it is, maybe I'll just change the template so I can add some links but other than this I don't think I'll change much. I kinda like it the way it is, although it could be nice to have my own site with my own design I just can't be botherd to put so much effort in designing one and it just makes me hate computers even more.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and have a nice weekend!&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/3299375-77512166?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77512166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/77512166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77512166' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76938903</id><published>2002-05-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T15:06:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since this morning I'm trying to design a new layout for my blog but I have to face it, I'm useless when it comes to computers. We just don't go along together. I have a really nice beginning but now I'm just lost and don't know what to do. I even tried to make this one look a bit better and add some links and stuff but I can't work with this template so I've decided to stop trying to change the layout until someone will help me with it (yeah, this is a desperate call for help).&lt;br /&gt;It was Hila's birthday today (one of my best friends). I tried to call her but no one was home and I couldn't leave a message... I'll try to call her tomorrow maybe she'll be home. It was also Chloe's birthday, I was supposed to go out with her but I was too tired from the past few days so I stayed at home. &lt;br /&gt;My grandmother and aunt came for dinner tonight and it was nice, it's been a while since we had a real friday dinner. We called my cousin who's in the navy... it's been years since I've talked to him. In fact, we weren't so close until he came here last December and for the first time I really talked to him. He's a really cool guy and he's really sweet. I think he changed a lot and now he's more open and suddenly he's actually interesting! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Eurovision Song Contest. to those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's a contest between 24 (I think) European countries. I really like the Israeli song this year and I'll probably vote for it. I don't usually vote but this time I think the song and the singer are great and they deserve the 12 points (vote for her!! *lol*)&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/3299375-76938903?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76938903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76938903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76938903' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76923852</id><published>2002-05-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T13:40:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;A dream is a wish your heart make...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the &lt;b&gt;Friday Five&lt;/b&gt; again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one I remember was pretty weird but sweet. I remember I was in Correz again with my class and then we were on our way home and we stopped in Tel Aviv (where I lived in Israel) next to the beach and I went to work on some lab reports with other people (yeah I guess this trip really traumtized me). So we were sitting on the beach and this guy I know (and really like) was there and then everyone went to the McDonald's and we stayed outside and talked... it was pretty cool since I didn't talk to him since last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you have any recurring dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.. I know I had a couple of dreams with this guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if it was the scariest but when I was ilttle I kept having nightmares about Dinosaurs and it really scared me... It's funny to think about it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whenever I can remember them I write them.. especially when I remember almost all the dream and not only parts of it. Why do I write them? I don't know. Just so I won't forget them (since I usually write them right when I wake up). And sometimes I write them to try to understand them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had one but I think I woke up when I realized that I was dreaming..it was really cool though! Next time I want to try flying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-76923852?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76923852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76923852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76923852' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76796610</id><published>2002-05-21T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T11:04:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, I knew that I would, now.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!!! No more IB ever again (well, untill November lol). I can't even describe how good it feels to be able to do &lt;b&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to give in the last paper and leave the school knowing that you don't have to go home to revise anything! The people in the street must have thought that we are crazy since we started screaming and singing and runing in the street! The fun part was to see all the French people studying for their exams.... we're done and they haven't even started their exams!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now I have lots of time to do everything I want! I'm planning on making my own layout for my blog.. hopefully I'll learn how to use photoshop *lol*. &lt;br /&gt;I also have time to sleep! I'm so tired that I'm falling asleep now...&lt;br /&gt;So all of you IB students who haven't finished yet their exams, don't worry it will be over soon and damn it feels good to have a life again!!! &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/3299375-76796610?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76796610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76796610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76796610' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76653620</id><published>2002-05-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T03:51:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot! &lt;a href="http://cupid-girl.5u.com/"&gt;Cupid Girl&lt;/a&gt; changed her layout and it looks great!!! I really like it so go and check it! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-76653620?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76653620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76653620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76653620' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76653451</id><published>2002-05-17T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T03:46:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt; are back!!! And their new site looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What shampoo do you use?&lt;/b&gt; Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you use conditioner? What kind?&lt;/b&gt; Dove as well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When was the last time you got your hair cut?&lt;/b&gt; I think it was before prom.. 2 or 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What styling products do you use?&lt;/b&gt; I use hair gel otherwise my hair looks really bad lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your worst hair-related experience&lt;/b&gt; I don't think I have any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bit late but &lt;b&gt;HAPPY SHAVUOT&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, to answer Leo Le Brun who left me a comment... Yeah I do live in France but since my French isn't so good I prefer writing in English, also not everyone will read my blog if I will write in French!&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today, I might post later today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 MORE DAYS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&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/3299375-76653451?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76653451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76653451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76653451' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76390644</id><published>2002-05-10T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T03:03:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naturaltalent.f2s.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naturaltalent.f2s.com/fun/quiz/iamposey.gif" border=0 height=100 width=200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-76390644?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76390644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76390644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76390644' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76390575</id><published>2002-05-10T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T02:58:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to post the friday five today but I can't get into the site and I couldn't find this weeks questions anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finished Bio today! Forever! Well, not forever- I'm planning on doing the exam again in November (although I don't think I'll fail it, I want to get at least a 6 or maybe even a 7). So far I'm done with Maths and Bio and half of the English and I'M TIRED! only 11 more days and we're free... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-76390575?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76390575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76390575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76390575' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-76075961</id><published>2002-05-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T05:12:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just writing to let you know I won't be here until May 23 since I've got my finals. I had my English first paper today, only 14 more to go! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-76075961?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76075961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/76075961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76075961' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75905218</id><published>2002-04-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T15:01:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've seen many people who have, besides there normal blog, a blog where they write songs that are on their minds or songs they like, I think I'm going to open one as well instead of writing songs here...&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/3299375-75905218?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75905218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75905218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75905218' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75865310</id><published>2002-04-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T18:03:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Kiss The Rain&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I gettin' through to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Is it late there?&lt;br /&gt;There's a laughter on the line&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you're there alone?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to explain&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ya just don't sound the same&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Go outside&lt;br /&gt;Go outside&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm gone, too long.&lt;br /&gt;If your lips&lt;br /&gt;Feel lonely and thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;We're under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;And the nights&lt;br /&gt;As empty for me, as for you&lt;br /&gt;If ya feel&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait till morinin'&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say you do&lt;br /&gt;But not the way I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Is it stormy where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you sound so close but it feels like you're so far&lt;br /&gt;Oh would it mean anything&lt;br /&gt;If you knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm left imagining&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;Would you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you go&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you'd fall over me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;Only me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm gone too long&lt;br /&gt;If your lips&lt;br /&gt;Feel hungry and tempted&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;and wait for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;We're under the same skies&lt;br /&gt;And the nights&lt;br /&gt;As empty for me, as for you&lt;br /&gt;If you feel&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait till morning&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-75865310?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75865310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75865310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75865310' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75863349</id><published>2002-04-26T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T14:58:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All my friends from Israel finished school yesterday and they had this huge water fight in the school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they tell me about these things, I'm so jealous. Well we had fun here too, but just the fact that I've been with them for almost all my life and now I'm not there now makes me feel kinda sad. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be in both places?! &lt;br /&gt;That's what I hate about moving to a different place. In a way it's nice because I got to know so many new people but then all my childhood friends are in Israel. Whever I go to Israel I miss my friends here and when I'm here I miss my friends there. Life is SO complicated! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go to their prom because I'll (hopefuly) be in Israel in the same period of time, I need to find someone to go with. I hope I'll talk to Benny before, see if he has a date. No I don't have a crush on him anymore, well ok, I still love him but I'll never stop loving him. It would be nice to go with him to the prom, it will be symbolic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75863349?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75863349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75863349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75863349' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75857353</id><published>2002-04-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T11:59:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Friday Five&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are your hobbies?&lt;/b&gt; Dancing! It's so much fun! and singing also. I also have this new obsession with body jam. It's great! So much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you collect anything? If so, what?&lt;/b&gt; I don't really collect anything, I do keep old letters and old things that have special meanings to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Is there a hobby you're interested in, but just don't have the time/money to do?&lt;/b&gt; I'd love to learn how to surf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever turned a hobby into a moneymaking opportunity?&lt;/b&gt;Not really, I wish I could sing or dance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Besides web-related stuff (burbs, rings, etc.), what clubs do you belong to?&lt;/b&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75857353?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75857353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75857353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75857353' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75822606</id><published>2002-04-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T15:08:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I first heard this song two years ago (or even more) and I knew this is going to be my graduation song. I know it's quite cheesy but it's so true. So this is for all of you who are going to graduate real soon! (with a special dedication to Cupid-Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Graduation&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real cool&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone with me&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-75822606?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75822606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75822606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75822606' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75810398</id><published>2002-04-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T08:10:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored of studying.&lt;br /&gt;I can't see Biology, History and Chemistry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many little details to remember that it's not even interesting. &lt;br /&gt;I hate IB. &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/3299375-75810398?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75810398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75810398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75810398' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75663583</id><published>2002-04-21T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T16:11:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm shocked. I found out the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/europe/04/21/france.election/index.html"&gt;results of the elections&lt;/a&gt; today and I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow morning we'll find out that Jospin got more votes than Le Pen otherwise this is going to be a major disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75663583?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75663583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75663583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75663583' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75662409</id><published>2002-04-21T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T15:30:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my cousin called us to say that her brother's wife had a baby and I have a new cousin. I really tried to sound happy but at the same time I thought to myself "oh no, another annoying little creature?!". Not that I don't like kids, I love them. The only problem is that his (or her, I don't remember if it's a girl or a boy) brother is the most annoying kid I know. He's one of those who yells every time he wants to say something and he is damn spoiled. I hope my children won't be like this, it would be a perpetual hell. I also hope that my new Israeli cousin isn't like this (although I don't think she is, she looks adorable), I can't wait to see her already, she's probably so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're cute when they are little, and then when they grow up they become evil??? lol. I should go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everyone!&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/3299375-75662409?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75662409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75662409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75662409' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75628635</id><published>2002-04-20T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-20T13:43:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;This ain't nothing but a summer jam..&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is approaching! I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;Especially now with all the finals coming up so soon (2 weeks). &lt;br /&gt;All we talk about is what we’re going to do this summer, right after the exams we plan to go to Portugal, since B has a house there, but I’m not sure we’re going to go (you know how it is, we talk about it so much that we’ll probably not go). It can be cool though, only for a week (since we have the Terminale Night Show which is this party for the seniors) just chillin at the beach, it can be nice as a vacation right after the stress.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of June I’ll probably go to Israel for a month, since I want to see my friend’s graduation ceremony. Also there are so many people I didn’t see for almost a year now and I really want to see (plus people I met in some message boards and I really want to meet). &lt;br /&gt;Since it’s my friend’s last opportunity to go on vacation before the army, they are going to Greece for a month, and I’ll probably join them. I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’ll have the chance to spend time with my Friends here and with my friends from Israel. &lt;br /&gt;But there’s still time until the summer, and I still have lots of tests before my real freedom!* lol *&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/3299375-75628635?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75628635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75628635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75628635' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75591471</id><published>2002-04-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T10:39:47.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. What's your favorite TV show and why?&lt;/b&gt; Friends! Why? cuz' it's the best show ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who is your favorite television star?&lt;/b&gt; humm the girl who plays in Alias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What was your favorite TV show as a child?&lt;/b&gt; The little pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What show do you think should have been cancelled by now?&lt;/b&gt; Ally McBill (however you spell it) it's so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What new show do you hope escapes the axe this season?&lt;/b&gt; Alias, I really like 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/3299375-75591471?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75591471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75591471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75591471' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75563574</id><published>2002-04-18T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T16:01:55.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I HATE GUYS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75563574?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75563574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75563574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75563574' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75439284</id><published>2002-04-15T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T03:49:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It might sound weird, but one of the things I miss the most in Israel is the Memorial day (Yom HaZikaron). In this day, we remember the soldiers who lost their lives in wars Israel had known since it became a state in May 1948.  Every year we used to have a ceremony in school and it was always really sad but in a way they made me feel really proud about my country. Two years ago a guy from my school died in Lebanon. I didn't know him personally, but I saw him around school a couple of times and some of my friends knew him. I remember the day he dies, we all came to school and the atmosphere was horrible. He died 3 days after his 21st birthday... &lt;br /&gt;The Memorial day that year was dedicated mostly to him. His father came and talked about him. It was the first time I felt related to this day. Until then, the names and faces were soldiers who died more then 20 years ago, to protect Israel. Now it's different. I know them, I know their families, their friends. 6 months after he died, one of his friends also died. &lt;br /&gt;A few months ago a friend of mine lost his borhter whlie preventing a terrorist to get inside Israel. He saved many people's lives, but payed with his. This guy was only one year above me and it made me realize that maybe next year it will be one of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;During the Memorial day, the radio plays sad songs that were written for the soldiers, one of my favorite is a song that was written by Bob Dylan and was translated to Hebrew. &lt;br /&gt;This is for Lior Niv, Niv Yakobi and Chaim Bachar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless and keep you always,&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes all come true,&lt;br /&gt;May you always do for others&lt;br /&gt;And let others do for you.&lt;br /&gt;May you build a ladder to the stars&lt;br /&gt;And climb on every rung,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, forever young,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you grow up to be righteous,&lt;br /&gt;May you grow up to be true,&lt;br /&gt;May you always know the truth&lt;br /&gt;And see the lights surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;May you always be courageous,&lt;br /&gt;Stand upright and be strong,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, forever young,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your hands always be busy,&lt;br /&gt;May your feet always be swift,&lt;br /&gt;May you have a strong foundation&lt;br /&gt;When the winds of changes shift.&lt;br /&gt;May your heart always be joyful,&lt;br /&gt;May your song always be sung,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, forever young,&lt;br /&gt;May you stay forever young.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3299375-75439284?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75439284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75439284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75439284' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75385237</id><published>2002-04-14T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T03:50:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lorien from &lt;a href="http://reborn-by-design.com/weblog.htm"&gt;2HaTs&lt;/a&gt; started an &lt;a href="http://reborn-by-design.com/if-project.html"&gt;I'm a proud friend of Israel&lt;/a&gt; list. So if you support Israel, go visit the site and join the list!&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/3299375-75385237?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75385237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75385237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75385237' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75385112</id><published>2002-04-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T04:51:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'll see you on Monday" - hey, wait, there is no Monday. &lt;br /&gt;That's how my evening ended today. It was weird since we are so used to see each other at school every morning that now it seems weird not to see everyone every day.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice evening, had this big dinner with crepes and stuff (I must say that mine were the best, the others didn't know how to make them!) and it was cool. Everyone stayed to sleep over at Khalina's but I went home, although I could have stayed I knew that I have to start studying tomorrow and didn't want to stay. Anyways they probably just watched a movie or something, smoke up and do some fire dancing so I didn't miss much. It's always the same, kinda boring but in a way I'm gonna miss this next year. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	I'm so pissed that my internet doesn't work, I don't understand what's going on with it. It keeps disconnecting at night, I don't know if it's my dad who's doing it on purpose or whether it's a problem with ADSL. Anyways it's better like this I guess, I should go to sleep soon ifI don't want to wake up too late tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	I started to really like the new Celine Dion song, it's called "a new day has come". I don't really like her and I didn't like the song before, I just heard someone singing it so beautifuly that I fell in love with it. I guess it's sounds better when a guy sings it. I don't know why, I can't believe I eally like her song. Besides some of her French songs I don't like her but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	When we were at Khalina's today she found her sketch book from 3 years ago, where she wrote lots of things. It was funny becuase she totally forgot about some of the things she wrote there. It made me think how many things I probably forgot and how it's nice to write all the things that happend to you, even if at the moment it sound really stupid and not worth to remember, maybe in a couple of years I'll read it and be glad that I wrote about it. Who knows... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I'm getting really sleepy here but I have to write about Chloe today. I must, I don't know what to do anymore. She's still talking to me (or as she said it "it's ok, we still hang out together") but obviously it's ot the way that it used to be, it's as if she's still talking to me cuz otherwise she'll be left with almost no friends at all. I just don't understand why did she started ignoring everyone. It's as if she woke up one morning and decided that she's too bored so she needs to change friends. In a way I understand her because I know how she feels and sometimes you just need to get away from some people for a while, even if they are you're friends, but I don't agree with the way she's doing it. Ok, so she's bored with us but that's a reason to snapping at us and making all those bitchy comments?? You just don't do it. It happend to me that I wanted to fins new friends and hang out with other people for a while, but it's not a reason to hate us and totally ignore us.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she got tons of issues. It's really said because we thought she was one of our best friends, and suddenly she started hurting everyone. Khalina got really offended when she asked her for the pants that she GAVE her as a gift. I'm sorry but what the fuck is wrong with her? You don't ask for presents back. She's probably gonna give these pants to Alex, I just know it. She has this weird thing about buying friends with gifts and cloths and stuff. That's really lame. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm so stuck in the middle there, between the "group" and her. I really like all of them and I don't understand why should I be in the middle of it. On Fridnay we had such an akward moment, well it was akward for me and Khalina and I don't know what about Chloe. I was walking with Chloe after English and then Khalina came and I don't remember exactly what we were talking about but I guess it was something about Friday night and I then Chloe invited me to go to "Le Bains" with them, and Khalina asked invited me to go to a concert with her. I ended up not doing anything cuz I didn't feel like being in the middle of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;They are so childish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75385112?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75385112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75385112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75385112' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75340829</id><published>2002-04-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T15:19:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's over!!! In a way, I don't really feel that's it's the end of the year since I still have the exams in 3 weeks (which means that I won't be posting often) yet I feel happy and sad in the same time...&lt;br /&gt;Today started pretty well but then it changed and became a disaster. We had a really nice breakfast near the Eiffel Tower, which was kinda symbolic since most of the people are leaving for college next year and won't be here anymore and it was weird taking pictures next to the tower when knowing that next year most of us won't live here. Anyways, after the breakfast we went back to school (still in PJ's), we made a lot of noise on our way and when we got to school the guys decided to release the chicken. (cuz' they bought a chicken, no one knows exactly why).&lt;br /&gt;Half of the class was against it (mostly the girls) but the stupid guys didn’t listen to us and released it in our building (after we convinced them not to release it in the little kids building). The poor creature got so scared that it ran straight into an empty classroom and of course the guys had to run after it until the chicken got into another room. Finally, the chicken got out to the hallway where Alissa caught it and put it back in the box. Then Nick and some other guys started yelling at her that they bought it and that she is ruining them the day. How childish! Anyways, we started walking to English class when Joon (The most annoying creature in this world), Randolph, Steve and more released him again, this time in the kiddy building so immediately kids started chasing the chicken. Then Juliet caught it and put it back in the box, but Joon took the box, released the chicken and started running after it. By this time I was so angry. It was awful. The chicken was bleeding and it started loosing its feathers. Finally they put it in the box and we went to English class (which was lots of fun). Seriously, I lost my respect for them. It’s sad that the year had to end like this after these two amazing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to finally write about Chloe cuz things are even more messed up now but I’m too tired today, I guess I’ll leave it for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75340829?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75340829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75340829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75340829' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75328986</id><published>2002-04-12T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T09:14:22.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;FRIDAY FIVE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite restaurant and why? I don't have a favorite restaurant. It depends on what I feel like eating, but I think it would be &lt;a href="http://www.alcazar.fr/siteft_us/index.html"&gt;L'alcazar&lt;/a&gt; because it's a really cool place, great food and good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What fast food restaurant are you partial to? I'm not really a fast food fan, but I guess it would be Pizza Hut.. or Wendy's (although there are no here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your standards and rules for tipping? oh it depends. If I didn't like the waiter I don't leave much, or don't leave at all. They should be nice if they want to get money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you usually order an appetizer and/or dessert? Dessert! Always... even if I'm already full I'll take dessert, it's just the best part of the meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually order to drink at a restaurant? Usually a Coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75328986?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75328986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75328986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75328986' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75316001</id><published>2002-04-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T23:03:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone knows about the IB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally! lol...&lt;br /&gt;When I'll get back from my last day of school (*Sob*) I'll explain more about it (now that I know that someone is interested)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75316001?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75316001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75316001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75316001' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75295354</id><published>2002-04-11T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T12:41:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day of school &lt;b&gt;EVER!&lt;/b&gt; right now I don't know if I'm happy or sad about this thing. On one hand, I really want to finish the finals and have a real vacation but on the other hand, I know that after the exams would be over I'll start missing going to school and seeing the people. Well not really, I don't care much about the people in my class but it's going to be weird not to see them anymore, I guess after two years you get used to people, even if you don't like them so much.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, it's the end of my IB life. Now, for all of you who don't know the IB (International Baccalaureate) it can't really be explained. The past two years I've been trying to explain people about life in the IB, but no one really understood. I often got the same answers "yeah, we also got lots of works to do " or "I spent many 'white nights' this year, went to sleep at 1a.m". Now, none IBers won't laugh about it simply because they don't know that 1AM is still a normal hour for us. If I'd count all the nights I went to sleep after 3-4 in the morning I'd probably end up with more than 300. &lt;br /&gt;I visited some more IB websites today and I've suddenly realized that being in IB is totally a different world from what most people know. It's funny to read the &lt;a href="http://www.resnet.wm.edu/~axward/signs.htm"&gt;"Signs you've been in IB too long"&lt;/a&gt; and see that most of the things mentioned there are &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can write about it for hours. Seriously, this two years were a different experience and one day I'll write everything I want to say about the IB cuz it's a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I should continue my CAS report, maybe I'll post here again later, got many things to write and finally I feel like writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entery might be really messed up, and I'm sorry about it. Since I haven't been updating my blog for so long I have tons of things to write about so all my thoughts are mixed up in my head. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75295354?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75295354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75295354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75295354' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75165775</id><published>2002-04-08T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T08:38:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating this blog lately, I just didn't have much time or energy to write anything, I don't have much time now either, just thought I'm gonna post something, to let you know I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-75165775?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75165775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75165775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75165775' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-75132295</id><published>2002-04-07T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T08:28:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.brandnewstart.net"&gt;Brand New Start&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine things you wear daily: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Watch&lt;br /&gt;2 rainbow bracelets &lt;br /&gt;3 Strawberries shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;4 Bra&lt;br /&gt;5 shoes&lt;br /&gt;6 socks&lt;br /&gt;7 jeans&lt;br /&gt;8 panties&lt;br /&gt;9 humm something purple.. it can be anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight movies you'd watch over and over: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 10 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;2 Romeo and Juliette&lt;br /&gt;3 the little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;4 The neverending story&lt;br /&gt;5 deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;6 Shakespeare in Love&lt;br /&gt;7 The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;8 Amelie Poulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven albums that matter: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Better Than Ezra: Any &lt;br /&gt;2 Ivry Leader: any (Israeli singer)&lt;br /&gt;3 Nine Days: The Madding Crowd&lt;br /&gt;4 New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;5 Shakira: the spanish one (don't remember its name)&lt;br /&gt;6 Nirvana: Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;7 Pink Floyd: PULSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six objects you touch every day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Computer keyboard &lt;br /&gt;2 Pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;3 Shower &lt;br /&gt;4 Computer mouse&lt;br /&gt;5 A book&lt;br /&gt;6 My CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five things you do every day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sing&lt;br /&gt;2 Dance&lt;br /&gt;3 Thinking about things I have to do for school &lt;br /&gt;4 listening to music &lt;br /&gt;5 Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four bands/singers that you couldn't live without: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Better Than Ezra&lt;br /&gt;2 nine Days&lt;br /&gt;3 Pink floyd&lt;br /&gt;4 Ivry Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite songs at this moment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Kylie Minogue: In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;2 Better than ezra: Live again (great song!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3 The calling: Wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people that have influenced your life the most: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Bee&lt;br /&gt;2 Amir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing you could spend the rest of your life with: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&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/3299375-75132295?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75132295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/75132295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75132295' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11385593</id><published>2002-04-02T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-02T12:00:29.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICQ 2002 sux! I had to install the old one again and now I don't have my list...&lt;br /&gt;URGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you were on my list just send me a msg again so I can add you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11385593?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11385593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11385593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11385593' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11382669</id><published>2002-04-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-02T10:22:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see what's going on in my little group of friends...&lt;br /&gt;Chloe doesn't talk to Cyril, and he doesn't want to talk to her either. Chloe (apparently) hates Bee. Bee doesn't know about it. Everyone thinks that Cyril is kinda boring. Khalina keeps talking about Marky so no one really cares.. Bee doesn't like him because he fills her brain with all this bullshit. I don't like Kim's boyfriend,  I don't know why.  I just don't like the way he treats her. Maud.. well Maud is Maud.. she's kinda annoying, but sometimes she can be nice. The others are fine, they're no really involved in this all thing. I'm not there either, I'm ok with Chloe (though she gets on my nerves lately), Cyril.. well I like him better than when I met him.. he's cool, can be annoying sometimes. Khalina, Bee, Kim, Jeong In, Tiph etc, their all ok.. &lt;br /&gt;It's weird because everyone used to be nice with eachother at the beginning, I don't understand what happened.. whatever. I just had to clear up everything in my head cuz it looked really complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading ICQ 2002. Hopefuly it won't mess up my computer. &lt;br /&gt;I hate ICQ, why am I downloading it anyways?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11382669?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11382669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11382669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11382669' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11350055</id><published>2002-04-01T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T10:37:18.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the comments on &lt;a href="http://reborn-by-design.com/weblog.htm"&gt;Lorien's page&lt;/a&gt; and it made me feel really good knowing that people from all over the world are showing their support for Israel in their blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://researchkitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;The virtual man&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cynthiaspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cynthia&lt;/a&gt; and many more had shown their support. &lt;br /&gt;I also found signed this &lt;a href="http://www.mesora.org/_private/palestinianstate.html"&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt;.. who knows it might help... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11350055?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11350055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11350055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11350055' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11320363</id><published>2002-03-31T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T14:59:56.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, my internet explorer crashed while posting. For a moment I was sure that all I wrote got deleted. I'll have to remember to stop writing in Blogger and write everything in Word (whenever it works) before I post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11320363?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11320363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11320363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11320363' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11320247</id><published>2002-03-31T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T15:08:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Memories...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to &lt;b&gt;Private Emotion&lt;/b&gt; and suddenly I started thinking of all these songs that used to mean something to me or that I really liked before...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to Private Emotion since almost a year and it's weird cuz' this song reminds me of the night at Barbie's place in  Argentina.. it was a weird night. I can hardly remember it but I know that I was really pissed at my best friend Hila because she was too jealous about my other friends. I also remember walking around the country club with the other Hila and we filmed lots of things (which reminds me that I need to fix the video camera so I'll be able to see my Argentina tapes) and I remember that in one point I just started crying, for no reason. Well, maybe it was because we came back to the city from the most amazing place on earth - Bariloche and I was really depressed. Seriously, the 5 days we spent there were the most incredible days of my life... I can't even descirbe it since you can't understand how perfect the place is without being there. I saw pictures of it before the trip and it looked amazing but when I got there the pictures looked so "normal" comparing to the beauty of the place. As Hila said once, God must have started creating the world from there cuz' it simply looks like paradise...&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it now, that must have been the reason I was so upset.. or maybe it was because we came back to be with the Argentinian group, and there all the girls were trying to get Benny's attention and I hated it. In bariloche it was always the two of us, lying on the grass near the lake, looking at the stars and talking for hours. Actually when we came back we were also together... I wonder if he felt the same way I felt about him. When I look back and I think about all these times we spent together I think that he felt something too... maybe it's just me. Anyways, I'm over him now. Ok, so not really, my heart still beats faster whenever we talk but I'm not as obsessed as I used to be. I will never stop loving him, that's for sure, he will always have a place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;To go back to the original subject of this post (in case you forgot it was songs) I've got so many songs that remind me of him. I always cry when I listen to &lt;b&gt;Against all odds&lt;/b&gt;. Sometimes I feel that the song was written about me. Other songs that somehow remind me of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; How will I - Jessica (I think that's the name of the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; How do I - Leann Rimes (It's funny because back then I really thought I won't be able to live without him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; You can't lose what you never had - westlife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; Creep - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;and lots of others but I can't think of them now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I came back from Argentina (yeah, this trip was one of the best experiences I've ever had) I wanted to make myself a CD with all the songs we heard them. I remember I wanted to put there &lt;b&gt;Flying without wings&lt;/b&gt; by Westlife, &lt;b&gt;Without you&lt;/b&gt; by Maria Carry (however you speel her name), &lt;b&gt;Si te vas&lt;/b&gt; by Shakira and lots of others that reminded me of these 3 weeks. I didn't make the CD but maybe someday I will.. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Argentina there are many songs that remind me of people.&lt;br /&gt;For example Shay (how weird, he got online exactly when I wrote his name). &lt;b&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/b&gt; by Pink Floyd is "our" song (although my ex thought it should be our song but whatever), in fact all their songs remind me of him cuz' he's the one who introduced me to their music. Also, &lt;b&gt;The Unforgiven&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Unforgiven II&lt;/b&gt; remind me of him, for the same reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about this since almost all the songs I like remind me of someone or something in my life. It's amazing how music is so  powerful, well I don't know about other people but I will never be able to live without it. I wake up with music and go to sleep with it. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE MUSIC!&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/3299375-11320247?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11320247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11320247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11320247' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11309297</id><published>2002-03-31T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T07:29:50.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Just around the hill - Sash&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world was out of trouble?&lt;br /&gt;What if the world was out of pain?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a world that's worth living in?&lt;br /&gt;Without anything, that's worth a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world was out of hope?&lt;br /&gt;To find a place, where you belong&lt;br /&gt;You said to yourself, you'll never make it that far&lt;br /&gt;That the mountain's too high, the answer is just around the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just around the hill&lt;br /&gt;Just around the hill&lt;br /&gt;Take a look on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you'll see, there are many ways, to go to strain&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around, walk around the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the world was out of love?&lt;br /&gt;And all that we do, won't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just take the chance, no offering, no suffering, for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking yourself, do you really want it that way?&lt;br /&gt;That the mountain's too high&lt;br /&gt;The answer is just around the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3299375-11309297?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11309297' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11288912</id><published>2002-03-30T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T13:52:07.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As time goes by, I find it harder to understand humankind. I don't undersand why did someone have to invent weapons, why can't people live together in harmony without killing eachother for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it this world is so fucked up. There's hate everywhere, people are being killed for teritory or because of their religion, and the worst thing is that no one is doing anything to stop it. It's just crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could live back in the 17th-18th century. People killed eachother as well, but there was no such hate. I just don't understand anything anymore. Seriously I don't know how can someone bring babies to this world knowing that there are so many wars going on all around the world and that the situation isn't getting better. It's so frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough with this. I'm really tired since I spent the night at Khalina's place. It was really cool. She lives outside of Paris so it was calm and we just sat outside in her garden and talked. I so miss the country side, I just want to get away from the city for a while, just a week or two. I need the fresh air, the calm and nature. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home this morning I've decided to go with my mom to see to see an exposition of surrealism. It was really nice and I enjoyed it so much, some of the works there were just amazing! There were many works of known artist such as Dali, Piccaso etc... &lt;br /&gt;Then from there we went to visit my cousin and her boyfriend to see their new apartment. They have such a cute place! I just love it. Plus, they have an extra room so her boyfriend told me that I can come over whenever I want... Also, since they're very often traveling, he told me I could come over and stay there while they're not there since they live in a cool area with lots of clubs and stuff around so it can be cool if I can go to sleep there (I won't have to worry about the metro and everything). I'm really happy for them. My cousin told me that her brother  might be coming to Paris soon, just until he'll decide where to go. I'm so happy since I love this guy! He's so special and amazing... I just hope I'll see him soon. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad that I won't be able to go to Israel for the whole 2 months... I mean, I can, but who would like to spend there two months? I'll just go crazy after one week in this reality...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling asleep here so I should just go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to know that the weekend is long so we still have two more days to sleep :-)&lt;br /&gt;Happy easter all of you out there and please take care...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11288912?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11288912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11288912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11288912' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11251358</id><published>2002-03-29T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T09:15:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; Friday Five &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose?&lt;/b&gt; I've got lots... first of all, Heath ledger why? Because it's him! and also Nelly Furtado cuz' she seems cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel?&lt;/b&gt; Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?&lt;/b&gt; I'd have to say Britney Spears. I don't like her but I really want to know how it is to be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah kinda... when I was little I looked so much like Stephany from "Full House", sometimes when I show people pictures of me when I was 7-8 they asked me if I played her... that's funny. Now people tell me that I look like Julia Stile (the girl from 10 things I hate about you and Save the last dance). I don't think so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Have you ever met anyone famous?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah... loads of Israeli famous people and also the guys from Westlife (when they had a concert in Israel)... it was cool although I don't like the band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11251358?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11251358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11251358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11251358' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11189121</id><published>2002-03-27T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T14:58:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get it. When blogspot.com doesn't work, blogger and YACCS work. When blogspot finally works, my comments don't work. &lt;br /&gt;I don't like computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11189121?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11189121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11189121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11189121' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11188980</id><published>2002-03-27T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T14:59:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another passover dinner is over and I find it so hard to wish people happy passover after what had happen. I keep thinking that that at the same time next year 160 people will remember this horrible event, and 16 families will think about their loved ones that were supposed to be with them but unfortunately died from a terrorist attack. It's so sad, can it get more inhuman than that??? since the beginning of the week I thought that something like this might happen, just a weird feeling, I guess it was kinda obvious that they would try to do it on Passover's evening (as sad as this sounds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides hearing about this, my dinner wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I really expected that it would be a total disaster since no one really cared about it, but it was actually nice. It wasn't as funny as it's usualy with my cousins and stuff but it was ok. This evening made me realize how much I really miss them, not that we were really close but we were always together during passover. I just wanted to be there with my cousins, especially with my new baby cousin that I haven't seen yet... I really wanted to be with them tonight... lately I'm having this big dilema whether I should or shouldn't go to Israel this summer.&lt;br /&gt;From one hand I really need to go away from Paris, from my family, friends and just from the city. I need to change my ideas and leave everything for a while, plus I really miss the beach and all my friends and stuff, thats their last summer before they're going to the army. But from the other hand, I want this summer to be perfect with lots of parties and fun, after these two years of IB (to those of you who aren't familiar with the IB, IB=&lt;b&gt;HELL&lt;/b&gt;. Wait, no. Hell is fun comparing to the IB!), but Israel isn't really the perfect place for it right now. I mean when I'm not living there I can somehow forget about what's going on but when you're there I guess it's different. I really don't know, have to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really weird lately, as if something is bothering me but I don't quite know what. I guess there are too many things (the finals, next year etc). Don't want to go into it right now, it might take the whole night and I really want to get some sleep.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11188980?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11188980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11188980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11188980' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11173040</id><published>2002-03-27T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T06:31:52.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; On the other hand, the French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt; The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt; Conclusion: Eat &amp; drink what you like. &lt;b&gt;It's speaking English that kills you&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/3299375-11173040?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11173040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11173040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11173040' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11149984</id><published>2002-03-26T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T15:24:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;With arms wide open / Creed&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just heard the news today&lt;br /&gt;It seems my life is going to change&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, begin to pray&lt;br /&gt;Then tears of joy stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To be the man I have to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a breath, take her by my side&lt;br /&gt;We stand in awe, we've created life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one wish&lt;br /&gt;Only one demand&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's not like me&lt;br /&gt;I hope he understands&lt;br /&gt;That he can take this life&lt;br /&gt;And hold it by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And he can greet the world&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR SIZE=4 WIDTH="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you don't know this song you &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; listen to it. It's one of the best songs ever.&lt;br /&gt;I totally fell in love with it today. I've known this song for so long but never really listened to the lyrics, and since my sister is really into this song right now (the girl is finally discovering &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; music lol), she played it so many times that I wanted to know the lyrics and they are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;He wrote it for his little baby girl (or maybe boy, don't really remember) and you can truly feel what he feels about his baby and that what makes this song so beautiful. My favorite lines are definitely "Then tears of joy stream down my face" and "We stand in awe, we've created life". Isn't that exactly what parents feel about their kids?&lt;br /&gt;This song really make you want to have a baby, to give someone a life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe it's just me but when I first read the lyrics I had tears in my eyes, I don't even know why. Even now when I read it I can identify with him, although I never had a baby you can feel the same feelings as he did. &lt;br /&gt;It's a really good song with amazing lyrics, I think you got the point right ? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11149984?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11149984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11149984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11149984' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11115380</id><published>2002-03-25T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T15:30:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've finally decided what to do for &lt;a href="http://www.iboutreach.org"&gt;IB outreach&lt;/a&gt; this year, well we don't have much choice, we've got only 3 more weeks of school and by this time we have to do something, to write in our CAS reports. So basicly I need to write an article about non-governmental humanitarian organisations, I don't know yet what I'm going to write about. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a coffee with B and K' today and we started talking about indifference and if it really exists or not. K' said it doesn't, I think it does. We're all indifference in a way, I think it's just a way of defence. If someone really did care about everything in the world he probably would have been the most depressed person on earth! she also said that although we know eachother for almost 2 years now, she still doesn't feel as if she really knows me, and in a way I agree with her. I told her that even people I know for 5-6 years don't really know me, even my best friends don't completely know me... that's just the way I am, I'm not the kind of peroson who will talk about himself, I don't even know why. I mean, yeah my best friends know me but in a way there's always something that I keep to myself (I don't know exactly what it is, I just know there's something). &lt;br /&gt;Ok this starts to be really complicated, whatever, I think I'm too tired to go into these deep thoughts like this. Yeah I definitely think I should go to sleep, my tea is cold and digusting. I hate cold tea. It's like eating cold soup. who does it anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I found while surfing today, &lt;a href="http://lizparker0914.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I really liked it mainly because of the QAF stuff (Queer as Folk to those of you who don't know it) but also I like the way she writes, it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok now time to go to sleep! G'night! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11115380?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11115380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11115380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11115380' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11075699</id><published>2002-03-24T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T14:06:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imood.com/query.cgi?email=m_e_ly@hotmail.com&amp;type=1&amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;bg=78A9D9" alt="The current mood of m_e_ly@hotmail.com at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot.com are so annoying! I've been trying to get into so many blogs but none of them are working so I guess mine isn't woking either. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just hate the internet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11075699?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11075699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11075699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11075699' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11072932</id><published>2002-03-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T14:07:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this book in Hebrew and recently discovered that they've translated it into French, I couldn't find the extract in English so here it is in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand on a une crise d'asthme, on manque d'air. Quane on manque d'air, on a du mal a parler. La phrase est bloquee par la quantite d'air qu'on peut sortir des poumons. C'est bien peu, environ trois a six mots. Ca inspire du repect pour le mot. On passe parmi les tas de mots qui vous viennent a l'esprit. On en choisit les plus importants, ils vous coutent. Ce n'est pas comme les gens sains qui sortent tous les mots accumules dans leur tete, comme on sortirait des poubelles. Pendant une crise d'asthme, quand quelq'un vous dit "Je t'aime" ou "Je t'aime beaucoup", il y a une difference. Celle d'un mot. Et un mot c'est beaucoup, parce que ca peut etrs "s'asseoir", "Ventoline" ou meme "ambulance" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by Edgar Keret, a young and very talented Israeli writer. I personally love his works and think he's one of the best writers ever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11072932?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11072932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11072932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11072932' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11072242</id><published>2002-03-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T11:39:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this really nice website that tells you how much money you would get you decide to put yourself on sale. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not that worthy comparing to other people. If you want to buy you you'll have to pay only &lt;b&gt;$1,623,038.00&lt;/b&gt;. You should try this. Just go to this &lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, answer some questions and you'll know how much money you're worth lol.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment with the amount, to see if I have enough money to buy one of you :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11072242?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11072242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11072242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11072242' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11038244</id><published>2002-03-23T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T06:44:53.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/pooh.gif" width="300" height="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11038244?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11038244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11038244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11038244' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11022371</id><published>2002-03-22T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T16:00:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imood.com/query.cgi?email=m_e_ly@hotmail.com&amp;type=1&amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;bg=78A9D9" alt="The current mood of m_e_ly@hotmail.com at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found these cute mood icons to put in my blog. cute isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm having some problems working with this template, everytime I want to add something on the side it messes up my whole site so if someone knows how to put links and stuff somehow - please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should finally go to sleep now, have to wake up really early tomorrow for this stupid breakfast...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11022371?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11022371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11022371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11022371' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11021894</id><published>2002-03-22T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T15:32:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.forthem.up.co.il"&gt;For them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure you'll want to watch it, but it's worth it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11021894?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11021894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11021894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11021894' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11017602</id><published>2002-03-22T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T15:51:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;font color="#78A9D9"&gt;My Own Little Universe Of Insanity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't worry you got to my blog I just changed the template because I was really bored of the old one and I wanted that every post will be in a different little box, so that was the only one I found. I also changed the template for the comments, check it I think it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on my own design, so far I think it's going to look nice but it will still take me a lot of time, so meanwhile I'll just leave this one, or change to another blogger one (cuz' I might get bored of this one as well).&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't hate the new look, I might make some changes in the colours- to make it more personal although I like this blue, it changes from the purple I had before.&lt;br /&gt;So leave your comments (because the comment template is fun lol) and come back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11017602?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11017602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11017602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11017602' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-11012966</id><published>2002-03-22T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T10:24:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;FRIDAY FIVE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your favorite time of year?&lt;/b&gt; Winter. Then spring, summer and autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season?&lt;/b&gt; I love the rain and cold, I also like it when it's cold but sunny, it makes me feel really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What is your least favorite time of year? Why?&lt;/b&gt; autumn. I don't know why, it's just a weird season. One day it's sunny the next it's rainy. I don't like it when it keeps changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons?&lt;/b&gt; Nope, since the weather doesn't really changes, so it's kinda stupid to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your favorite thing to do outside?&lt;/b&gt; I just love sitting in a park with my friends, just chillin' the whole day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-11012966?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11012966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/11012966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11012966' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10987470</id><published>2002-03-21T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T16:00:16.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was writing my notes for the presentation tomorrow I wrote this paragraphe about how people remember negative things and this affects the present, for example Hitler remembering the humiliation of the treaty of Versaille after WW1that was one of the reasonsfor WW2 (ok, this starts to sound too much like History class, sorry if I bore you, it has a point- I swear!) anyways, I found a really good example about how Israel is the only country that remembers the holocaust and it affects the country but in the same time, they are torturing Palestiniens to protect the Israelis from terorist attacks and making them "victims of victims" (I'm just quoting what's in the book). It also says that they are using the holocaust to benefit from the situation and say that they needed the country after the holocaust, and not the palestiniens.&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me doubt about the other things written there, since this isn't true. I guess I would have used it if it would have been two other countries and I wouldn't have known the truth, but I cannot say that what's going on now in Israel can be equal to what happend to the Jews during the holocaust. This is totally not the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;I won't get into all this political argument, I just thought that it's funny that two pages before they were talking about propagandas and manipulation and now they wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10987470?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10987470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10987470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10987470' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10981756</id><published>2002-03-21T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T13:11:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so going back to school wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;First of all, Chloe and I talked, it wasn't me or anyone else, it was Cyril (how obvious), everyone told me I missed yesterday's show - when she slapped him. I'm seriously trying to stay out of this all thing cuz' I don't think it's fair that both of them are trying to kick the other from our little "group". They're both fun to be with and the fact that they broke up shouldn't mean that we're going to feel guilty everytime we want to go out with both of them but we can't invite them both... &lt;br /&gt;Also I've finally got rid of all the make up, cloths etc. I had in my room since prom, although I still have few things my room looks cleaner. &lt;br /&gt;It was so funny today, Maud came up to me to ask me again about Caterpillar boy, although I told her already that I don't really remember what we talked about and that nothing happened between us!  So she asked me again what &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; we talked about, and how I got the idea that he hates me (I was drunk, how the hell I should know?!), then I told her that I asked him if he is gay, and that he's not. She was kinda pissed, but whatever, I bet she's happy I asked him, who knows anyway, he might be gay in denial. Anyways, she's so obsessed about him, kinda like I was (or still am) obsessed with Shay, that's probably what happens to every girl when she knows a hot guy. You get so blind by their looks that you somehow forget that their personality &lt;b&gt;sux!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even got some good news! I think I got a 5 in English (I got a 5 in one essay and a good 4 for the other one, I don't know what it makes), a 4 in maths (I expected a 3!) and..... a &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; in Biology!!!! I couldn't believe it! Well, ok so I changed few answers in my multiple choices paper, but even without it I would have gotten a 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my TOK presentation for tomorrow, the subject we chose this time is really interesting! It's about the past and it's a debate whether we should forget the past or not... I'm searching for arguments against remembering so far I found some really cool things about controling the memory by propaganda, changing the laguage and so on. It also have examples of events in the past that were trying to be "erased" by burning documents and stuff. It's really cool but I've still got loads of work to do so I should start doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10981756?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10981756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10981756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10981756' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10945407</id><published>2002-03-20T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T14:09:28.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't feel like going to school tomorrow, which is really weird since usualy I don't mind going... &lt;br /&gt;I just had fun staying at home, reading, watching tv... it's been so long since I had time to do it. But I guess tomorrow I'll have to go.. face Chloe (we actually have to work on the TOK project together...) not that I mind it but it's going to be really weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Don't want to go to school tomorrow!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to convince myself that we only have 3 weeks of school and I'm going to miss it, but for once it's not working! I just don't want to go, get back my exams, see that I failed all of them etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for another subject, Cupid-Girl, I'm sorry I wasn't here but I left you a msg on ICQ, it would be nice if you can answer me there :-)&lt;br /&gt;ok I guess I'm going to sleep now... have to wake up at 7:00AM for English class, so boring!&lt;br /&gt;ok I'll say it one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I feel better now... at least I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10945407?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10945407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10945407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10945407' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10939383</id><published>2002-03-20T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T11:03:58.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole day I had this feeling that it's someone's birthday, but I couldn't figure out who. Now I know! yesterday was Tiph's birthday!!! I wanted to send her a cute e-card but bluemountain have decided that you need to pay to send a card so I decided not to send it. I can't be bothered to look for other cards because last time I looked for a nice card it took me ages and I didn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a nice creative card... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10939383?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10939383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10939383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10939383' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10927441</id><published>2002-03-20T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T16:01:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I'm feeling better, still home though I could have gone to school, just felt like taking another day off.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Kim last night and she asked me if Chloe is acting strange with me too, and I actually felt reliefed to know that I'm not the only one who think that she's acting strange since prom. It's like she's suddenly avoiding us, and no one knows why. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's wrong with her? we didn't do anything, well I don't think that we did something.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, Kim is supposed to talk to her today about it... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don't care much, we didn't do anything so if she gots issues, well it's her problem not ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10927441?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10927441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10927441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10927441' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10894833</id><published>2002-03-19T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T05:25:42.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not really in a mood for writing, though I got many things to write.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that prom was a complete disaster, I also caught a cold or something I don’t know how.&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m home, kinda bored but happy that I can rest and I don’t even have any work to do.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll write about prom later, right now I can’t stay in front of the computer for more than 5 mins… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10894833?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10894833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10894833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10894833' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10775226</id><published>2002-03-15T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T13:11:44.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that some people had me in their links list on their site... it so nice to see that people that I don't even know are reading this and think it's good enough to be in their links. Thanks again. &lt;br /&gt;Also I've discovered that you can find my site in &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/a&gt;, and for some weird reason people that are looking under Nickelbeck some how find my site... it's funny. I don't even like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10775226?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10775226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10775226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10775226' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10774179</id><published>2002-03-15T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T12:38:00.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already Friday... I've been waiting for this day since last saturday, and now its finally here!!! &lt;br /&gt;No more exams (well, if you ignore the French test &lt;b&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt; morning).&lt;br /&gt;This week was really horrible and I'm glad it's over, I definitely need a rest... and a party! So I guess the prom will do.. altough it's not so exciting, just a stupid school party, but at least it's something...&lt;br /&gt;Damn I miss dancing so much!!! &lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll probably dance the whole night tomorrow (unless we'll be too drunk to dance in these high heels). so I hope it's going to be fun, anyway we have our little after party at Maud's place, it saved us since we didn't really have a place to go to after and we didn't want to stay outside at 4-5 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll even have time to design a new blog, because this is really boring and I don't like it anymore (well I never did, but now I'm really starting to hate it). The only problem is I have no idea how to work with photoshop and I know it's going to take me years to finish it, because I really want it to look simple, but nice. I actually have some ideas and probably when I'll know how to work with photoshop I'll be able to do it.. lol. That means probably never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's been a really long time since I've done one of those stupid internet tests here's a nice one I found today (finally, something tou don't have to study for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digital-monkey.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/xlineax/icecream/two.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Take The Ice Cream Flavour Test!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I but I hate strawberries! Especially strawberry ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10774179?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10774179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10774179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10774179' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10771050</id><published>2002-03-15T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T11:07:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Friday Five&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's your favorite animal?&lt;/b&gt; Sharks, definitely. Especially the Grat White ones (however you call them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/&gt;2. What pets have you had in your lifetime?&lt;/b&gt; I had a dog, lots of cats and thats it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Is there any specific pet that you've wanted but never had? Why?&lt;/b&gt; I've always wanted a horse. I just love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Are you allergic to any animals?&lt;/b&gt; I'm allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I answered only 4, just because...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10771050?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10771050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10771050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10771050' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10689776</id><published>2002-03-13T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T03:52:29.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m so tired of the school criticizing us. They haven’t done it yet, but I bet it’s gonna come right after Mme. B will find out that 13 people in the class failed in the exams (“It is alerting when we are only 2 months away from your finals and still people are failing!” Yadda yadda yadda)&lt;br /&gt;I bet it’s really difficult for the person who is in charge on the organization of the timetable to fit all the tests in one week, so they just give us 2-3 exams on the same day. It’s totally inhuman. I really wonder if they actually think about it when they do the timetable. It’s easy to put 2-3 exams and day when you know you’re not the one passing them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I have this weird cramp in my leg again it really hurts. I don’t even know how I got it. I didn’t exercise or anything today, or yesterday. It’s a strange pain. It hurts even when I don’t move my leg… I hope it’s going to pass soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I’m still looking for a nice skin for my blog, don’t have time to create one of my own so meanwhile I’ll just use a made one until I’ll have time. If you have any suggestions you are more than welcome to leave your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10689776?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10689776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10689776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10689776' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10585404</id><published>2002-03-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T06:50:44.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody likes my blog!!! I'm so happy!! :-) &lt;br /&gt;Thank you' whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;And to answer your question, I live in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What makes you homesick?&lt;/b&gt; Thinking of my mom's food, and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom &amp; Dad's house, particular state/city)?&lt;/b&gt; That's a tough one.. I'd have to say it's both Paris and Israel. They're both my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What makes it home for you? People? Things?&lt;/b&gt; My friends and my favorite things. But mostly my friends since I can't feel good in a place I don't know people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise?&lt;/b&gt; 7588 miles when I was in Buenos Aires.. pretty far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/b&gt; Revising for Biology, Chemistry and History. Pretty boring weekend, no party or anything, but prom is next week!!! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know that people are actualy read this I'll be more motivate to write since it's fun that people are actualy taking the time to read what I write... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10585404?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10585404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10585404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10585404' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10502890</id><published>2002-03-07T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T13:19:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been quite a while since I last wrote here but lately it seems as if 24 hours in a day are not enough to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly sleep (even if I do, it's only 3-4 hours a night) and everything I do is study study study. Well, it's more like looking at all the notes I have to read and think how impossible it would be to try and memorize it all. &lt;br /&gt;So until next saturday I don't think I'll be online, at least I'll try not to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just once in a while, when I'll have breaks from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically what's going on in my life, nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Today at school we had a class outside, which was pretty funny. All our bio class (well, we're 6) sitting outside discussing bees and horomones. &lt;br /&gt;School is getting "fun". We're not doing much, the teachers are doing everything to help us pass the exams which is really nice and actually gives you a lot of confident (maybe after all I will pass my finals.. lol). &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back to study a bit... it's nice when people are talking about things that you actually know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10502890?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10502890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10502890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10502890' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10342841</id><published>2002-03-03T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T15:19:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; weeks to finish this project and I end up doing it the night before. &lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for leaving everything for the last minute. I didn't even revise for my exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to pass them, that's my last chance, but I'm going to fluk all my tests.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this week I'm going to work and work and work. And this time I'll do it, I won't just write it. I just have to.&lt;br /&gt;I hate wasting my time on the computer!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back to my lath project, hope to finish it on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10342841?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10342841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10342841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10342841' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10281520</id><published>2002-03-01T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T15:34:05.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. What's your favorite vacation spot?&lt;/b&gt; I'd have to say Tel aviv, Israel. It's weird that it became my vacation sopt, but I just love it. Also I quess it would be Bariloche Argenitna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Where do you consider to be the biggest hell-hole on earth?&lt;/b&gt; Nantes, France. Damn this place is boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What would be your dream vacation?&lt;/b&gt; A long vacation on an island... wonderful beaches and fun fun and fun! Also Bariloche, cuz' it's amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. If you could go on a road-trip with anyone, who would it be and why?&lt;/b&gt; Maybe my sister, since we always have fun no matter how boring the place is. And maybe Chloe, Bee and Kim, cuz' they're fun to be with and also we always get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/b&gt; Finish &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the work I had to do during this vacation and go to see Ocean's Eleven with the girls (finally). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10281520?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10281520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10281520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10281520' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10242571</id><published>2002-02-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T16:32:29.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Benny told me that he was in the funeral today, he said that many people from our grade were there and that it was a military funeral, which made it more “official” and sadder. &lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to believe that he was only 20, he had his whole life in front of him and he just died for no reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10242571?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10242571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10242571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10242571' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10236913</id><published>2002-02-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T12:59:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just realized that I forgot to open my mobile yesterday so I had 3 missed calls and 2 msgs (it’s fun I feel popular now lol). Too bad my phone wasn’t open they went out last night and I really want to go out but didn’t feel like making phone calls… oh well I guess next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to finish my math project today but I just don’t know what to write… it’s so pointless... we’re in math studies (AKA Math stupid) we don’t like math!! That’s why we’re there! They probably think that we don’t do much in this class (which is very true) so they’ve decided to make us work a bit. Not that it really worked, but nice attempt IB people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just found out that the soldier that was killed this morning in Israel was the brother of a guy who was in my grade last year… and he was a friend of Hila’s brother. That’s horrible. When I read about it this morning I had this weird feeling, as if I knew it’s someone I know. For the first time since a really long time that I stopped to think about the soldier when I read the article… as sad as it’s sound, it became a routine and you don’t stop to think about it when you read such a thing… &lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked when Danny told me about it I couldn’t even write anything. I just think that next year it might be one of my friends and it scares the hell out of me. When you think about it, even this year it can be someone I know, like Shai for example. Reality sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I had loads of other things to write but I just don’t feel like writing it today… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10236913?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10236913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10236913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10236913' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10221309</id><published>2002-02-28T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T04:31:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whitefalls.net/test.html" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whitefalls.net/images/princess1.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little mermaid princess.. lol. She's so ugly in this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/crazycoasterco/ysimba.gif" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=CrazyCoasterCo"&gt;Which Lion King Character Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by &lt;a href=http://www.deadjournal.com/users/crazycoasterco&gt;CrazyCoasterCo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two cute little tests I found on the net. I &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10221309?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10221309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10221309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10221309' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10197890</id><published>2002-02-27T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T14:16:48.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've discovered that Friends' first episode was when I was 9... it's really weird to think that my favorite show started so long ago... and I didn't know about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, Home and Away started even earlier and this is also one of my favorite show.. oh well, I guess I was born too late :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10197890?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10197890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10197890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10197890' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10194273</id><published>2002-02-27T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T11:53:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a new chatter to my site so you can just say hi or something :-)&lt;br /&gt;just press post once and then refresh and you will see your message so please if you visit my site just leave a little message !&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10194273?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10194273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10194273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10194273' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10181472</id><published>2002-02-27T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T05:09:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still didn't find the time to go look for a prom dress. I know what's going to happen. The night before I'm going to freak out because I don't have anything to wear. &lt;br /&gt;How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, vacation is over soon (in 5 days..) and that completely sucks. I got these major tests coming up and I can't flunk them this time. I have to get at least above 30 in my total point, and that's almost impossible considering the fact that I don't understand anything in Chemistry and we have poetry in our English exam (why poetry why?!). Also I have tons of things to remember for bio and History and I seriously have no clue how someone can remember so many details! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me if my blog portray is different than the real me, well I don't know. Everytime I have something to write- I write it, but I always say what I want to say (which is not that good but I can't help it). Anyway I don't know why I'd be different here, there's writing if it's not what I really think.&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/3299375-10181472?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10181472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10181472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10181472' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10073473</id><published>2002-02-24T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T08:01:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go to Chloe tonight but I told her I can't. I was too lazy and didn't feel like going out. Anyway I know I didn't miss anything, they'll probably just watch a movie get drunk and eat. &lt;br /&gt;So I'm home, studying a bit until I'll get too bored of history (not that it was ever so interesting).&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of things to do this week before going back to school and I'll probably forget everything until next sunday and then I'll start panicing that I didn't work this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I should just write it here, maybe that way I won't forget about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Things to do:&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Math project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Chemistry lab reports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Biology lab report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Print "The rime of the ancient mariner"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;revise for bio, Chem and history&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Write letters to Hila, Efrat and Rina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;boring...&lt;br /&gt;well I'll go back to The Cold War. How fascinating. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10073473?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10073473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10073473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10073473' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10050541</id><published>2002-02-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T11:28:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just can't believe it... I guess I was meant to be Gaia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paleothea.com/Pictures/gquiz.jpg"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.paleothea.com/quiz.html/"target="_blank&gt;See which Greek Goddess you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10050541?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10050541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10050541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10050541' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10037136</id><published>2002-02-23T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T11:27:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I first heard about &lt;a href ="http://topics.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dentresistant/button.jpg" border=0 alt="THE TOPICS BLOG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought it’s a really stupid idea to open a site for this purpose. Ok I know it’s supposed to give you topics to talk about in your weblog when you run out of subjects, but then again if you have nothing to write about then why forcing yourself to write?? Anyway I checked the site and I found out that it actually helps. Not all topics are interesting (unless you really feel like discussing which type of penguin you would be And why would you want to be a penguin?) but if you read them some are very motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added another link, it’s Daniel’s web site (&lt;a href ="http://www.djnyc.net/"target="_blank"&gt;DJNYC&lt;/a&gt;) where you can find his online journal (which is one of my favorite blogs) and also his &lt;a href ="http://djnyc.audio-stream.net:8000/listen.pls"target="_blank"&gt;Radio Station&lt;/a&gt; which plays lots of different types of music so you’ll probably like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10037136?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10037136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10037136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10037136' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-10036976</id><published>2002-02-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T05:57:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;A HREF="http://www.trill.net/trill/test.html"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.trill.net/trill/images/elmo.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;font face="arial" size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		I am ELMO.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		I'm cute, cute, as a button!&lt;br /&gt;You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. &lt;br /&gt;You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own&lt;br /&gt;feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty and calm &lt;br /&gt;most of the time. Just keep clear of&lt;br /&gt;backstabbers, and you are worry-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.trill.net/trill/test.html"&gt;Which Sesame Street Character Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-10036976?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10036976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/10036976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10036976' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9998393</id><published>2002-02-22T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T03:25:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Friday Five&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well?&lt;/b&gt; Sagittarius and hell yeah it fits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received?&lt;/b&gt; I can't think of anything... maybe I never got a really bad birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received?&lt;/b&gt; A trip to london and a dog (the cutest Labrador ever!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far?&lt;/b&gt; A weekend in London, it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/b&gt; I don't know yet, probably strat revising for my finals that are coming soon. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9998393?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9998393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9998393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9998393' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9978529</id><published>2002-02-21T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T15:04:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new hacky sack! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted my own hacky sack so I could practice my (non-existent) skills.&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice.. it's even purple.. kinda looks like this &lt;img src="http://www.school-fundraising.org/cat99/catalogimages/hackeysackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud I keep playing with it. It's still hard since it's new so it's difficult to keep it from falling on the floor but as I'll play with it more and more it will soften a bit and it will be easier to play with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9978529?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9978529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9978529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9978529' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9963756</id><published>2002-02-21T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T07:31:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I'm having these REALLY weird cravings for chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Well it might sound normal to some people (especially the girls from my Biology class who keep talking about chocolate every single class) but I totally &lt;b&gt;DETEST&lt;/b&gt; chocolate,not totally I guess if I have these cravings.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably one of those big unsolved mysteries, like why does blogger never keep my name and password even though I ask it to remember the password. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9963756?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9963756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9963756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9963756' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9961565</id><published>2002-02-21T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T06:21:19.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really into these internet quizzes that are almost in every single weblog I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are pretty boring (who cares what font am I?) but some are quite funny. For example this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=300 border=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.geekykid.net/quiz/gifted/worst.jpg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top&gt;&lt;font size=4 face=sans-serif color=red&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not Gifted At All&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=sans-serif&gt;It's not a big deal.  You're still alive and you seem to be doing just fine, so who cares if you were "gifted"?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=sans-serif&gt;test yourself at &lt;a href=http://www.geekykid.net/&gt;geekykid.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this test since I've always claimed that I wasn't gifted when I was little (not that I am now...). So I guess this proves it. I am not gifted at all. Gee, it's nice to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9961565?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9961565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9961565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9961565' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9934692</id><published>2002-02-20T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T13:59:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok now I'm answering comments again... this blog is starting to look like a dialogue between me and Yoav. How about writing &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; your questions in one comment to make my life easier?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway why do I have the Australian flag if I live in Paris and I'm Israeli? well because I always had this passion for Australia (for an unkown reason) and I had to put something Australian on my site and the flag was the first thing I thought about (plus it would have looked weird to put a kangaroo or a koala there).&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;br /&gt;I have to put something else, just so that I won't feel that the last 2 posts were only answers to comments so here is a little "Lord of The Rings" thing I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.oishikatta.com/fellow/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://quiz.oishikatta.com/fellow/legolas.jpg" border=0 alt="Who's your Fellowship fella?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love to FROLIC with the elves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you like the pretty boys. And if there's any boy prettier than the rest, it's Legolas. Sure, he may also be a little girlier than the rest, but that's what you want, right? Smooth, beautiful love-making the way only a woman could do it. Or a really faggy elf. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9934692?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9934692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9934692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9934692' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9920453</id><published>2002-02-20T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T06:26:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally added the links section and also I found "Tina the Troubled Teen" (They used alliteration here... pretty poetic) so I had to put her here... to see what she has to say about life..&lt;br /&gt;Now to answer Yoav's comment- I live in Paris.  Did I ever say something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9920453?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9920453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9920453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9920453' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9882037</id><published>2002-02-19T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T12:59:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;It's a deep obsession...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever so addicted to a song that you kept playing it again and again and again... even before the song was over?&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally addicted to &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#663366"&gt;Wherever You Will Go&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#663366"&gt;The Calling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They have the same style as &lt;i&gt;American Hi-Fi&lt;/i&gt; but they are more mellow.. I'd have to admit that they are kinda popish in a way... Not in a &lt;i&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/i&gt; way but more like &lt;i&gt;Nine Days&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write here when I got home on Sunday after I got home from our girls night out but for some weird reasons I couldn't go online (did I say that I really hate computers?!).&lt;br /&gt;So sunday afternoon I met Kim, Bee, Chloe and Jo at the Tuileries Garden. It was a really nice and sunny day and it was also kinda warm (well as warm as it can be in Paris during February). Anyway Chloe was really depressed because of Cyril so we decided to have a girls night our which included Ice-cream and Brad Pitt (and some other cute guys in &lt;i&gt;Ocean's Eleven&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it was sold out so we decided to go to the &lt;i&gt;Lizard Lounge&lt;/i&gt; (since we always go there anyway) and then we wanted to go dancing but the Farkin's was closed... but still we had lots of fun...&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/3299375-9882037?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9882037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9882037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9882037' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3299375.post-9843584</id><published>2002-02-18T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T02:12:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had some problems with my site so I couldn't update it but now I fixed it so I can post here again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3299375-9843584?l=chleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9843584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3299375/posts/default/9843584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chleo.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9843584' title=''/><author><name>Chleo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494120315162441212</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></entry></feed>
