<?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-5914695555176843406</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:53:03.891-08:00</updated><category term='moment that&apos;re stand out'/><category term='cool stuff'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Tina Fey'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='austin nichols'/><category term='Beautifully'/><category term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category term='a little messed up'/><category term='sophia bush'/><category term='weird shit'/><category term='MY life has a soundtrack'/><category term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category term='oddly inspiring me'/><category term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>AnnaBel's Recipe</title><subtitle type='html'>a little messed up, before we can step up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3722791909900481099</id><published>2012-01-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:53:03.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>What else is there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The only magic i still believe is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3722791909900481099?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3722791909900481099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-else-is-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3722791909900481099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3722791909900481099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-else-is-there.html' title='What else is there?'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-7169460695298278352</id><published>2012-01-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:18:29.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if you need “good karma” to persuade you into being a “good person” then  you’re not really being a good person, you’re being selfish…you’re  doing the right things for the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-7169460695298278352?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/7169460695298278352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-need-good-karma-to-persuade-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7169460695298278352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7169460695298278352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-need-good-karma-to-persuade-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2432077964693821829</id><published>2011-12-29T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:56:35.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment that&apos;re stand out'/><title type='text'>Much love from auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I23BUHYlkak/TwKlvpUQS5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ytRq9aM3yMA/s1600/shaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I23BUHYlkak/TwKlvpUQS5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ytRq9aM3yMA/s400/shaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693295116912970642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy birthday dayy baby boy!!! i pray you nothing but the best. You know what they say, 2 is the new 20 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2432077964693821829?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2432077964693821829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/12/much-love-from-auntie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2432077964693821829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2432077964693821829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/12/much-love-from-auntie.html' title='Much love from auntie'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I23BUHYlkak/TwKlvpUQS5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ytRq9aM3yMA/s72-c/shaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5517955715987470418</id><published>2011-07-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:46:53.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>Is there anybody out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a line between being awake and being asleep that isn't as solid as most people care to think.The  point is, reality is relative, and the sooner you learn that, the less  it will hurt when you finally realize that your dreams and your  nightmares are really all just the same thing.So take that advice, because trust me, it would have been a lot easier if somebody had dished it all out to me first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;God,  sometimes I feel like I just need somebody to tell me just exactly how  this is supposed to be done; somebody to come here and let me know  exactly what I should be doing, exactly what I should be feeling,  exactly where I should be going… so this is my final call, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not usually a beggar&lt;/span&gt;, but this time I need it; so please, answer me  this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a deep breath. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had expectations for myself to stay true to  my word&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how I was going to  that&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had no idea&lt;/span&gt;, but all I did know was that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was definitely going  to do it&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know, maybe I just needed some help. Maybe there  was somebody, something that I could go out and find to bring back here  with me, somebody who would hold my hand through the entire process,  tell me exactly what I was supposed to be doing, how I was supposed to  do it…The thought was nice, but I wasn't about to get my hopes up. But what was the harm in asking, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;I closed my eyes, took a couple deep breaths, and whispered it in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Is there anybody out there?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5517955715987470418?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5517955715987470418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-there-anybody-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5517955715987470418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5517955715987470418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is there anybody out there?'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2029050038637570974</id><published>2011-07-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:40:10.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>Through still and storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess I've learned a lot of important lessons today. Some of them  better than others, some good, some devastating, but now, sitting here  in an otherwise empty hospital lobby, I learned my most important lesson  of them all. You see, I was wrong before, there really is hope out  there. Even in the darkest of times and the most desolate of places,  even when all seems good and lost, you can still find it where you least  expect it, like in the arms of somebody you love, or in the guarantee  that no matter what, maybe you won't have do this all alone after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2029050038637570974?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2029050038637570974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/07/through-still-and-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2029050038637570974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2029050038637570974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/07/through-still-and-storm.html' title='Through still and storm'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-4817679674337303906</id><published>2011-06-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:35:14.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>The so unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She had been there and done it  all, and if there was one thing she was good for, it was giving me a  nice break from all of those other people trying to give me false hope,  trying to tell me that everything was going to be fine when in reality,  they had absolutely no idea what I was going through, what I was  feeling...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4817679674337303906?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4817679674337303906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4817679674337303906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4817679674337303906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-unknown.html' title='The so unknown'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3117494109887668414</id><published>2011-06-25T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:00:57.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>Stop fussing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltsaw6QAWU1qasfhmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 510px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltsaw6QAWU1qasfhmo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3117494109887668414?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3117494109887668414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3117494109887668414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3117494109887668414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Stop fussing'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5745582323211059299</id><published>2011-06-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:32:28.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>you know don't you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play your Jedi mind trick on me. you either in or not... that simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jangan buat gw keep hanging. I like you so just let me know, thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5745582323211059299?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5745582323211059299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-dont-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5745582323211059299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5745582323211059299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-dont-you.html' title='you know don&apos;t you??'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8676470576250161219</id><published>2011-05-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:46:53.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>Tina Fey Is Greek and Also Teutonic, but She Isn’t a Troll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="times new roman" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Heyyo.. Recently, gw lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kagum banget &lt;/span&gt;sama Tina Fey. Don't know her? she's a comedian, play in 30 rocks, looks like Sarah Palin, been doing Sarah Palin on SNL, for a middle level comedian, she does win a LOT of high award..  Dan gw lagi tertarik banget sama bukunya tina fey, yang judulnya &lt;a href="http://arts.nationalpost.com/2011/04/08/book-review-bossypants-by-tina-fey/"&gt;Bossypants&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't read it yet, fyi.&lt;/span&gt; tapi gw rasa itu salah satu buku yang akan gw baca. and as you can guess, secara itu buku yang bikin tina fey, it'll mostly can be categorized as a comedic genre... tapi gw baca ada chapter yang, emmm.. masih bisa sedikiiiit masuk ke category lucu sih, tapi tuh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; banget.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love it. &lt;/span&gt;Nah, after i read that, all I'm thinking is, there's no way i didn't share this somehow.. so i thought i posted here 0:) (even though there's probably no one will ever read it anyway, but still.. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nationalpostarts.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/bossypants-tina-fey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 389px;" src="http://nationalpostarts.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/bossypants-tina-fey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tina Fey: A Mother's Prayer for Her Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor  Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.  May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the  creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean,  swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway  platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall  restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while  arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding  Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell  Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll  featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever,  anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually  fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design?  I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the  sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.   Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For Childhood is short — a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And Adulthood is long and Dry-Humping in Cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna  Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of  Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of  her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, That I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m.,  all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose  poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces  off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over  her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call  me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8676470576250161219?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8676470576250161219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/tina-fey-is-greek-and-also-teutonic-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8676470576250161219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8676470576250161219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/tina-fey-is-greek-and-also-teutonic-but.html' title='Tina Fey Is Greek and Also Teutonic, but She Isn’t a Troll'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8871030251612837802</id><published>2011-05-12T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:45:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raisons d‘être</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot about my raisons d‘être lately (A French  phrase meaning ‘reasons for existence’), and at first I was honestly  baffled as to whether I had any at all. Nothing came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was  thinking too hard to come up with something. And then it dawned on me  that I can choose anything. Or everything. Because everything could be  a raison d‘être as long as I let it be. Finding a book on sale, watching my favorite movie, just have a day to lay around, or spending a day with  friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As cheesy as it sounds, we really do worry too much about having an  all-important reason to live for the rest of our days, when all we  should be thinking about is taking one step at a time. A raison d‘être  for &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;, or for that matter, this &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;minute &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt;.  Small steps towards the rest of our life. And if we only compiled all  of the reasons for living that we’re more than capable of finding, we’d  be able to comprehend that the saying is true— life shouldn’t be  measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away.. (yeah, I'm quoting one tree hill one too many.. i need to stop watching that show. *sigh) We have a lot to live for  when we open our eyes and just &lt;em&gt;see it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m finally cognizant of the fact that I don’t need to find a reason  to live for the rest of my life. I can focus on all the ‘nows’ until  they bundle together to form the life I will have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8871030251612837802?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8871030251612837802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/raisons-detre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8871030251612837802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8871030251612837802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/raisons-detre.html' title='Raisons d‘être'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2228691292290528970</id><published>2011-05-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T06:57:23.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>Quiet Little Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="post_title"&gt;                                 To May, a promise                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear May,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m choosing to start writing letters to the months of the year. By  the time the next 31 days roll around, you will have thrown me for a  loop; so I want to lay down some ground rules. Someone once said that you  are the cruelest month, and while I’m trying to not judge you this early  on, I have a feeling that you are going to throw me everything you’ve  got. Please be gentle, this is one thing I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize you have friends, especially all the scoundrels and hail storm. Look, they may seem like good guys, but deep down, they  are nothing but destruction. We met a couple times last april. A visit that left  me clad in sorrow and despair. It would be in my best interests  mentally and socially to not be caught like that again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are filled with tests, papers, friendships, stress, and potential  romantic interests. And all I can think about is my pathetic love life. Why is it such a  social stigma for women to express their feelings? Why must we wait for  the man to realize? Because in reality, I’ve got a sweeter than life boy  who won’t get his head out of a book long enough to see what is in  front of him. These all swirled together make life super  confusing and often times frightening. But I will not be defeated. I  will take all of these on with strength and bravery. Yes, they may  end disastrously, but it will be a beautiful disaster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So give me all you’ve got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2228691292290528970?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2228691292290528970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/quiet-little-voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2228691292290528970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2228691292290528970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/05/quiet-little-voices.html' title='Quiet Little Voices'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3043251015241176561</id><published>2011-04-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:12:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>hi... i miss you :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3043251015241176561?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3043251015241176561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3043251015241176561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3043251015241176561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1383917951907361795</id><published>2011-03-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T03:38:14.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY life has a soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>Landslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love and I took it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I climbed a mountain and I turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well the landslide brought me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh, mirror in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can the child within my heart rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can I handle the seasons of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Children get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm getting older too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well, I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But time makes you bolder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Children get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm getting older, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well I'm getting older too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So, take this love and take it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Year and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well the landslide brought me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well maybe the landslide will bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1383917951907361795?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1383917951907361795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/03/landslide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1383917951907361795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1383917951907361795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/03/landslide.html' title='Landslide'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5199560988335069135</id><published>2011-02-20T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:41:49.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>smoother than rain, easy as pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just in case you haven't figure this out yet. Men need to be hit over  the head with things.. sometimes frying pan, mostly love. And don't be  afraid to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5199560988335069135?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5199560988335069135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/02/smoother-than-rain-easy-as-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5199560988335069135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5199560988335069135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/02/smoother-than-rain-easy-as-pie.html' title='smoother than rain, easy as pie'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-7428261430068810608</id><published>2011-02-19T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:19:30.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Every girl wants a Prince Charming, and while he  may be nice and all, I’m thinking that I’d rather have the guy that’s  gonna call at four in the morning just to say hi. Or someone who will  stop by my house after just hanging up the phone because he wants to see  how I’m really doing, because I said I was fine, but we both know I’m  lying. Or the guy who’ll stay home on a Saturday night with me because  I’m sick. That guy, that one guy, he may not be Prince Charming to  anyone else, but he’d be my hero. My “knight in shining armor.” Anyone  who’d rather stay home on a Saturday night and hold my hair while I  puke, that’s a hero.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-via &lt;a href="http://poeticheartache.tumblr.com/post/3379143642/every-girl-wants-a-prince-charming-and-while-he"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poeticheartche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-7428261430068810608?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/7428261430068810608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-girl-wants-prince-charming-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7428261430068810608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7428261430068810608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-girl-wants-prince-charming-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-4938236320187622881</id><published>2011-01-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:30:09.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>abcd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NESHA'S TAKE ON LOVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It should be unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It does not alter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It'll never diminished by time, distance, or age. -- i don't believe in "set them free" crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. with that being said, i do believe that if you love someone enough, you WILL know when you have to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. you DON'T have to be in relationship to know what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and you also DON'T have to be IN LOVE to know what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. it comes for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. one of the honest purest truest thing that there ever is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. every body at one point in their life feels like nobody loves them -- not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. at the end of day, it'll all come down to this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4938236320187622881?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4938236320187622881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/abcd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4938236320187622881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4938236320187622881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/abcd.html' title='abcd'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2168946707284443016</id><published>2011-01-16T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T03:25:40.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>Sights and sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I just finish reading a couple blog of my friends.... and my sister... (i bet you she's going to freak out if she know I'm following her writing on her blog) and i realize something... i realize that what they're writing, is actually worth of someone time to actually read it. what I'm writing.. well, what I'm writing is usually some random rant or some weird shit about something.. Not that i want anyone to actually read what I'm writing. because if i want people to read, like really read what I'm writing, i can just copy and then paste what I'm writing in my diary to here. that'll be interesting... it will be full of profanity word and gossip that i have on me. --- it just nice to think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;what I'm writing here, can bring the same feeling to someone just like when i read someone's writing can bring  that perticular feeling to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i believe that a writing, a couple paragraph of some people perspective of some thing can really help you. I'm not even sure help you in what way... it just does. or at least it does to me. and i think its nice to think that a couple lines of what you writing is actually relate able to someone, somewhere who have the exact same feeling, but can't exactly figure it out. its a nice truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And with that i vowed myself that i want to be better at this whole writing thing. a few friends of mine said that my writing is actually really good... but i bet maybe they just saying that because I'm their friend and they don't want to hurt my feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, to those of you who'll never read this, i'll see you later.. xxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2168946707284443016?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2168946707284443016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/sights-and-sounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2168946707284443016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2168946707284443016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/sights-and-sounds.html' title='Sights and sounds'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5312033984632731985</id><published>2011-01-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T03:26:27.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>Mary-kate ashley -- pay pey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec2zppFOK1qa3jido1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec2zppFOK1qa3jido1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they two remind me of my very best friends.. i miss you friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5312033984632731985?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5312033984632731985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/mk-ashley-pay-pey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5312033984632731985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5312033984632731985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2011/01/mk-ashley-pay-pey.html' title='Mary-kate ashley -- pay pey'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3610588250287972993</id><published>2010-12-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:21:15.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><title type='text'>i think we're all in love with the idea of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love seemed to be&lt;/span&gt; something to approach with  caution.  As if you came across a wrapped box &amp;amp; have no idea what it  contains. A bomb, maybe. Or a million dollars. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn’t even sure&lt;/span&gt; what  the meaning of the word was. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love chocolate.&lt;/span&gt; But love with someone  else, an actual person, was another matter. I don't know... its pretty scary i'd say. People got hurt doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3610588250287972993?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3610588250287972993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-were-all-in-love-with-idea-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3610588250287972993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3610588250287972993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-were-all-in-love-with-idea-of.html' title='i think we&apos;re all in love with the idea of love'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-4312542464350891263</id><published>2010-12-11T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:18:12.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>the heart wants what it wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love. I hate thinking about reality and I’m so homesick that it’s not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way, maybe it’s more like heartsick for all the things that I can’t get back. It’s hard for me to define myself, I guess I’m just a cliche. I don’t want to be the heroine in some tragic love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4312542464350891263?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4312542464350891263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-wants-what-it-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4312542464350891263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4312542464350891263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-wants-what-it-wants.html' title='the heart wants what it wants'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8409081010096233748</id><published>2010-10-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:07:17.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>You just gotta ignite the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya baru aja baca blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; (yang saya kenal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow..!!&lt;/span&gt;" emang dari awal saya ketemu dia saya udah kagum banget sama orang ini. saya juga sudah pernah baca liveblogging  dia sebelumnya, dan posting-an dia yang terbaru ini bikin saya makin WOW sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhmm... saya bingung kalo harus jelasin apa yang dia tulis, tapi intinya the minute saya selesai baca itu, saya langsung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deg &lt;/span&gt;"The first thing that crossed my mind was: Well, I guess anything could  happen. And that, I think is what started to draw me in – that anything  can happen." yaa... kira-kira begitu. saya berpikiran persis seperti apa yang dia tulis. saya langsung berpikir kalo semua mua hal yang saya selalu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hesitant at first in to doing it, &lt;/span&gt;sebenernya itu akan nggak apa-apa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the end of the day &lt;/span&gt;-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hem, mungkin yang saya omongin barusan itu terlalu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vague&lt;/span&gt; yaa... biasa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old habbit die hard&lt;/span&gt;. saya punya kebiasaan kalo nyeritain sesuatu semuanya itu dalam pembawaan yang tersirat. beberapa orang nganggep nya emang saya nya aja yang kalo cerita setengah-setengah. padahal niat nya nggak gitu. saya punya bawaan kalo cerita ke orang sedikit saya tahan, apa yang sebenernya saya mau omongin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little hint here and there,&lt;/span&gt; pake sedikit harapan mereka ngeh sama apa yang saya maksud. beberapa orang ngeh apa yang saya maksud, beberapa orang nggak. tapi itu sih nggak masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kembali ke tulisan orang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh... saya pikir semua tentang tulisan orang itu udah saya kasih tau se&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jelas&lt;/span&gt; yang saya bisa (not even close) jadi yaa... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8409081010096233748?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8409081010096233748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-just-gotta-ignite-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8409081010096233748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8409081010096233748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-just-gotta-ignite-light.html' title='You just gotta ignite the light'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-6304889057371172050</id><published>2010-09-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:13:03.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>weirdly cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8o4yokGkA1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 434px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8o4yokGkA1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;berapa kali pun diliat baju ini memang sangat aneh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and yet..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she could pull this off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(only katy perry can do such thing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-6304889057371172050?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/6304889057371172050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/09/weirdly-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/6304889057371172050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/6304889057371172050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/09/weirdly-cool.html' title='weirdly cool'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3817478685074666152</id><published>2010-08-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:40:00.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophia bush'/><title type='text'>Love Birds :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/TGwRHpE8GsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/CfXTWOge6c4/s1600/z+%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/TGwRHpE8GsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/CfXTWOge6c4/s320/z+%2835%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506795267350600386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I freakin' love these two more than anything. I  just…can’t even. Like, seriously, they’re amazing. And have so much in  common: they both went to the same college, had the same friends, Austin  had a failed engagement, Sophia had a failed marriage, both their mom’s  had cancer, they’re both super dedicated to the environment and making  the world a better place, gah. but yet, they're so different from each another. its like they're filling one another. After all the shit that Chad scumbag  Murray put Sophia through, I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; happy that she’s found  Austin, a guy that obviously respects, cares, cherishes, and loves her.  It’s evident in the way that look at each other off-screen and on-screen  how in love they are. I adore how close Sophia is with Austin’s family  and he with hers. This is the first relationship since Chad that Sophia  has been super public about, so to me, that says a lot about how much  she values their relationship and that she sees a future with him. Over  the course of their relationship, anytime Austin has ever been asked  about his relationship with her, he has always been very coy and humble  about it, and I love that. Honestly, I have no doubt in my mind that  these two are going to wind up getting married and have lots of wicked  beautiful babies. I can go on and on about these two, but for now, I  think I’ll leave it at that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh... a little something that austin says about sophia, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love to watch her soar" &lt;/span&gt;Couldn't we love him even more already??!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/TGwOPK2pOdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/szCPMFRF5t4/s1600/tumblr_l6ud9pXV0p1qby3nco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/TGwOPK2pOdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/szCPMFRF5t4/s320/tumblr_l6ud9pXV0p1qby3nco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506792098141649362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3817478685074666152?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3817478685074666152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-freakin-love-these-two-more-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3817478685074666152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3817478685074666152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-freakin-love-these-two-more-than.html' title='Love Birds :)'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/TGwRHpE8GsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/CfXTWOge6c4/s72-c/z+%2835%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2092000034174838918</id><published>2010-08-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:03:47.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>i just write stuff so i could remember it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a sucker for an update, i know. my bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway... okay, so as you may know. I'm officially not a high school student anymore. *yeay me, for graduate* right now, I'm attending trisakti university, for major law faculty. and as you (also) may know, all my friends is scatter all over the place. some in different city, some in different country. its pretty sad actually when i think about it, but i try not to dwell on that. cause we did, go to different university. and there's nothing i could do to change any of that... i try to see it like what Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott says when their high school is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"we're not gonna sad, nothings gonna change. we all be friends forever i know it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"look, in four years, we're gonna be back right here. done with college, and whoever we will be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it seems like a lot has been going on to tell actually. but its a "no way" way I'm catching on everything in one blog post, it'll be like a short novel to tell. besides, its not like that i need to.  i'm pretty positive that is not gonna be everyday I'm posting here. well, lets face it,  I'm one of those 'indolent girl' who likes to write everything in implicit mode. and i do diary... ... two diary, actually. since (hate to admit this) I'm a little crazy over what and where i write, so i have to categorize it. So this blog is like something light. something that i can babbling myself into (without have to explain it clearly 'what the hell did i talking about') and not to mention, i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://curlypony.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and twitter too... and another web that i gotta taking care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, i know its not much.. hell, its barely average. i feel like is enough for now(i know, so much for an update huh??) the truth is, i don't really have much to say for now (and FYI, like i'm gonna actually put it here, IF i have much to say) okay for now, I'm gonna close it with a little Lucas Scott inside voice... (and idea from friend of mine, you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. we graduates high school, saying good bye. that feeling  that you get at seventeen or eighteen that nobody in the history of the world has ever been this close, has ever love as fiercely or laughed as hard or cared as much. sometimes it feels like it was yesterday and sometimes it feels like someone else's memory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2092000034174838918?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2092000034174838918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-write-stuff-so-i-could-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2092000034174838918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2092000034174838918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-write-stuff-so-i-could-remember.html' title='i just write stuff so i could remember it all'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1715133172104064943</id><published>2010-07-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:22:15.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>B word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes. You know what I'm talking about. -- Go shovel your own grave and lie in it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1715133172104064943?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1715133172104064943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1715133172104064943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1715133172104064943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-word.html' title='B word'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2327701416542996769</id><published>2010-07-14T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:24:16.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>its a simple concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really trusting you means i might have to admit things i  don't want to. And that probably scares me just as much as everything  else that's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2327701416542996769?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2327701416542996769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-simple-concept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2327701416542996769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2327701416542996769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-simple-concept.html' title='its a simple concept'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3296419741311161079</id><published>2010-06-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:34:22.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Remember when boys meant “yuck” and friends were  new. Dreams were unshattered and worries were few. Recess was too short  and life too long. Decisions came easy w/o the need to belong. Storks  delivered babies and passions weren’t so strong. Friendships were  unbroken - right was right, wrong was wrong. Bad things didn’t happen,  only skinned knees brought tears. The nightlight in its socket quieted  all of our fears. Farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn’t  part. The fun went on forever &amp;amp; never left a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3296419741311161079?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3296419741311161079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-when-boys-meant-yuck-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3296419741311161079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3296419741311161079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-when-boys-meant-yuck-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-3692385499881662687</id><published>2010-05-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:21:54.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;at first, i want to use pink. now i feel like i should use black.. or maybe mud color..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-3692385499881662687?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/3692385499881662687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/05/hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3692385499881662687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/3692385499881662687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/05/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-4792592467718320170</id><published>2010-04-18T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:05:46.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment that&apos;re stand out'/><title type='text'>Dare To Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;i'd like to say thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. yesterday was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;super tremendous&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;  excitement blast. i don't know if there's a word for it. i love  love love love everything about it. My heart was saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"god, i wish i could doing this for the longest time"&lt;/span&gt; all  the time. i don't want it to end, i don't. it was priceless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4792592467718320170?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4792592467718320170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-to-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4792592467718320170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4792592467718320170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/04/dare-to-dance.html' title='Dare To Dance'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-6382233503827188487</id><published>2010-04-12T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:07:35.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>Brooke and Peyton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0jc26fY6g1qanm15o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1288623924&amp;amp;Signature=EfxjbbOc3xGBDLTppF%2BpPLroIL0%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 505px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0jc26fY6g1qanm15o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1288623924&amp;amp;Signature=EfxjbbOc3xGBDLTppF%2BpPLroIL0%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Peyton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Hi. Is  this the Safe Rides program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; It sure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Peyton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Well,  I was wondering if you could come pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Of  course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Peyton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Good. I’d love to feel safe for a  night. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2x19 - “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;when someone asked what’s  the definition of friendship to me… i’d say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;“have you seen how  Brooke and Peyton care for each other??”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                            &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-6382233503827188487?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/6382233503827188487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/04/brooke-and-peyton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/6382233503827188487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/6382233503827188487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/04/brooke-and-peyton.html' title='Brooke and Peyton'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1370834347708685750</id><published>2010-03-10T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:14:04.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>Spirit in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hCBSY4ENI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1p24380_7Io/s1600-h/tumblr_kz33p2k22L1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hCBSY4ENI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1p24380_7Io/s400/tumblr_kz33p2k22L1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447176339188093138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you get ideas from daydreaming. you get ideas from being bored. you get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1370834347708685750?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1370834347708685750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/spirit-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1370834347708685750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1370834347708685750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/spirit-in-night.html' title='Spirit in the Night'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hCBSY4ENI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1p24380_7Io/s72-c/tumblr_kz33p2k22L1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8471702398334881762</id><published>2010-03-06T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:32:40.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>i write what i feel, i say what i mean. you can't buy sincerity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd like to tell today's youth that no matter where life takes you, big cities, small towns, you'll inevitably come across small minded people who think they're better than you. people who think that material things, or being pretty, or being popular, automatically make you a worthwhile human being. I'd like to tell today's youth that none of these things matter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;unless you have strength of character, integrity... and if you're lucky enough to have any of these thing, don't ever sell out. Don't ever sell out. So when you meet a person for the first time, don't judge them by their station in life. cause who knows, that person just might end up being your best best best people. So in time, that's all that we're going to be to each other anyway, this population of memories. Some wonderful and endearing, some less so, but taken together, those memories help make us who we are and who we will be. so whether you're with each other now or you're merely in each others thought, remember each other on that road ahead. And i hope that no matter where your travels lead you in this life... you'll always take your heart with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8471702398334881762?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8471702398334881762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-write-what-i-feel-i-say-what-i-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8471702398334881762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8471702398334881762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-write-what-i-feel-i-say-what-i-mean.html' title='i write what i feel, i say what i mean. you can&apos;t buy sincerity'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8415041784193369112</id><published>2010-03-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:09:31.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>You Call it Madness, I Call it Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm no Oscar Wilde, but i kinda wish i am. so that i could write something so amazing about someone who wrote something that simply so stunning about me. but im not that stunning, she &lt;/span&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i figured out a way to make it fair with her. so she know, what i think about her all these times. even after 3 years when we're not in the same school anymore. i quoted it from my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this is 31 december 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"di tulisan gw hari ini tahun kemaren, ada beberapa orang yang namanya nggak gw sebut. and i kinda feel like i should. nadiya, della, arien... gw bisa mulai catch up sama mereka baru tahun ini. terutama arien. gw sedikit ngerasa sayang baru bisa catch up sama mereka tahun ini. this year i've been remind what a good bestfriend they are. i miss them, i do. so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this is &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 november 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"habis itu, gw langsung inget what a great bestfriend she is... (this is what separated me than other people, people might have bestfriend whose probably a well-manner, smart, nice, beautiful, polite, or even a backstabber, saint, jerk, bitch, crap... me? i'm lucky enough just to know her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its crazy how she always wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://arienkartikasari.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-you.html"&gt;these amazing things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://arienkartikasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-part-about-brooke-davis.html"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. well, maybe for you it is not something that was so amazing. But for me it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And last, this is all i can say, you may refer me to brooke davis (such a compliment right there, haha)  and i wish i could refer you to... whoever that is so great, so smart, so loyal, incredibly beautiful and so true to herself and others, but i couldn't. There's no character out there who could be refering to you. You are much better than any great character that i know, and you are one of kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's the least i can say about you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://arienkartikasari.blogspot.com/"&gt;rien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8415041784193369112?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8415041784193369112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-call-it-madness-i-call-it-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8415041784193369112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8415041784193369112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-call-it-madness-i-call-it-love.html' title='You Call it Madness, I Call it Love'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-7170897038781738961</id><published>2010-02-13T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:27:56.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><title type='text'>my top ten plus two ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;AMERICAN IDOL SEASON 9 IS AMAZING ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love it, its better than ever (so ryan would say, haha) and here are my wish list on top 24 next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Andrew Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Didi Benami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Haley Vaughn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Tim Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Michael Lynche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Ashley Rodriguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Janell Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Charity Vance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Tasha Layton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Lacey Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Katie Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Tyler Grady (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's just uber cute ^^&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-7170897038781738961?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/7170897038781738961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-top-ten-plus-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7170897038781738961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7170897038781738961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-top-ten-plus-one.html' title='my top ten plus two ;)'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-541599808365335670</id><published>2010-02-06T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:27:32.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not going through an odd phase. I really am, odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-541599808365335670?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/541599808365335670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/moi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/541599808365335670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/541599808365335670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-4587382763909257977</id><published>2010-02-02T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:05:59.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully'/><title type='text'>i love this new series, i hope you too</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXE1B-13D3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXE1B-13D3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4587382763909257977?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4587382763909257977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-this-new-series-i-hope-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4587382763909257977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4587382763909257977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-this-new-series-i-hope-you-too.html' title='i love this new series, i hope you too'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-140237382098070651</id><published>2010-01-30T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:56:05.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards from Ms.Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>"three snaps on a Z formation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-katy perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;okay, updates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;err right now is like the last 6 months in high school &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at least i hope so)&lt;/span&gt; and i've been doing like a tons of try out, a bunch new homeworks everyday to get done to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks to bu bestie and bu diah for these)&lt;/span&gt;, new materials lesson to be studying, old materials lesson to be remembered and not to mention a whole nother problem if there's a subject that i don't get it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(helmynthospora oryyzae, binatang apa itu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;so yeah, thing has been pretty crappy interesting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;one tree hill. okay, the last thing i've tell you guys, is how suck Julian is and how i hate how stupid Julian is cause sticking for Alex. i mean come on, i know she's your friend and all. but that's just wrong dude! you started to see as if you like her &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and ps:if Julian turns out like Alex, i swear to god i will kill him)&lt;/span&gt;... however, for the record, i find it i still love him indeed. hhaha. after episode 13 (&lt;a href="http://www.onetreehillblog.com/2010/01/18/7-13-weeks-go-by-like-days-recap/"&gt;weeks go by like days&lt;/a&gt;) i know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;brulian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; is still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOz876HI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FsyWnlC9zu8/s1600-h/7x16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOz876HI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FsyWnlC9zu8/s320/7x16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432549768351705202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;they're also real life couple :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOUmjcQI/AAAAAAAAATw/KX6d7oh0rqQ/s1600-h/qgghh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOUmjcQI/AAAAAAAAATw/KX6d7oh0rqQ/s320/qgghh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432549759936327938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;life unexpected. serial baru, baru 2 episode. (seriously, pick it up girls.. its good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOL1ulTI/AAAAAAAAATo/qzpdNsQrZlI/s1600-h/luxpromo-785x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RLOL1ulTI/AAAAAAAAATo/qzpdNsQrZlI/s320/luxpromo-785x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432549757584053554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;i find Katy perry interesting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(since i watch her on idol last night)&lt;/span&gt;. she is.. definitely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RQbT-gSpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EEoGFqAF91M/s1600-h/live-katy-perry-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S2RQbT-gSpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EEoGFqAF91M/s320/live-katy-perry-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432555480664787602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;and oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;i find it I'm scared of lady gaga. if she show up in my room in night time, i probably gonna scream. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no, im not gonna put her picture here. she's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;insane, tell you what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-140237382098070651?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/140237382098070651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-snaps-on-z-formation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/140237382098070651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/140237382098070651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-snaps-on-z-formation.html' 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bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ulw9ku6EHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ulw9ku6EHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ4KLmlA3o0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ4KLmlA3o0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: langsung bete ga sih ma julian???!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-4347261104809759987?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/4347261104809759987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-word-for-boy-if-theyre-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4347261104809759987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/4347261104809759987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-word-for-boy-if-theyre-being.html' title='what&apos;s the word for boy if they&apos;re being a bitch?'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5551401583920559985</id><published>2010-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:11:21.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment that&apos;re stand out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>still..  it took my breath away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdrWO2R7I/AAAAAAAAATI/-v3YmKFmhcU/s1600-h/tumblr_kuuxfvQcaG1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdrWO2R7I/AAAAAAAAATI/-v3YmKFmhcU/s320/tumblr_kuuxfvQcaG1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424618381707200434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandler:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, you know what I was thinking? When we get married, are you gonna change your last name to Bing?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monica:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandler:&lt;/b&gt; Why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monica:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Bing’s weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdTvjvDrI/AAAAAAAAATA/VDxZLjfs5dI/s1600-h/tumblr_kvpkc8ovut1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdTvjvDrI/AAAAAAAAATA/VDxZLjfs5dI/s320/tumblr_kvpkc8ovut1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424617976188833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdTXTKqcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nWTMSyV5KWg/s1600-h/tumblr_kvpk84qmaA1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdTXTKqcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nWTMSyV5KWg/s320/tumblr_kvpk84qmaA1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424617969676888514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8x09 The One With The Rumor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gcL30-LRI/AAAAAAAAASo/qJsfq1m9EUs/s1600-h/tumblr_kvo7igT2qK1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gcL30-LRI/AAAAAAAAASo/qJsfq1m9EUs/s320/tumblr_kvo7igT2qK1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616741458029842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gcMXXBxcI/AAAAAAAAASw/kZ4HD-xNyzo/s1600-h/tumblr_kvoezyocyG1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gcMXXBxcI/AAAAAAAAASw/kZ4HD-xNyzo/s320/tumblr_kvoezyocyG1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616749922371010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10x30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The One with Ross Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gbtpVx8UI/AAAAAAAAASg/NAMdmKla2bo/s1600-h/tumblr_kv4e3wQd881qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gbtpVx8UI/AAAAAAAAASg/NAMdmKla2bo/s400/tumblr_kv4e3wQd881qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424616222173032770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9x10 The One With Christmas In Tulsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gbTDNA-vI/AAAAAAAAASY/VBXTn9EbWjg/s1600-h/tumblr_kvi795G0cW1qzczc7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gbTDNA-vI/AAAAAAAAASY/VBXTn9EbWjg/s400/tumblr_kvi795G0cW1qzczc7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424615765259123442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I feel like I'm losing my best friend. i can't believe this could be, the end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5551401583920559985?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5551401583920559985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-it-took-my-breath-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5551401583920559985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5551401583920559985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-it-took-my-breath-away.html' title='still..  it took my breath away'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0gdrWO2R7I/AAAAAAAAATI/-v3YmKFmhcU/s72-c/tumblr_kuuxfvQcaG1qzczc7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8575418758810188693</id><published>2010-01-04T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:41:34.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautifully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>i remember being 13 and fell in love with this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IYjiHAvwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Iy0Sg8a5J5k/s1600-h/tumblr_ksgbhvvnDT1qzeouso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IYjiHAvwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Iy0Sg8a5J5k/s320/tumblr_ksgbhvvnDT1qzeouso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422923900038201090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;~1.01 The Pilot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0Ia0SubHsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nAV2HAdnC1Q/s1600-h/tumblr_kpm0vjsTA11qzhzgqo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0Ia0SubHsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nAV2HAdnC1Q/s320/tumblr_kpm0vjsTA11qzhzgqo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422926386989571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I’m sorry. You seem like a really nice kid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"It’s okay. I get it. You have a really nice family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IYjHG186I/AAAAAAAAAQI/LD_CQ9ya4CY/s1600-h/tumblr_ksijpdDbIM1qza9olo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IYjHG186I/AAAAAAAAAQI/LD_CQ9ya4CY/s320/tumblr_ksijpdDbIM1qza9olo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422923892789736354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth: &lt;/b&gt;I don’t know, some of these GEORGE guys, they look so idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; You got nothing to worry about. Just remember, this isn’t goodbye. You’re my destiny, Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seth:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go save the world, Summer Roberts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IV0rP_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/43Rwp0-I_Sc/s1600-h/GWZfbAQQSos1ixewlowjKRfto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IV0rP_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/43Rwp0-I_Sc/s320/GWZfbAQQSos1ixewlowjKRfto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422920896014710162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~4.16 The end's not near, its here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0Ia1I-bd7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AvrjoTkSFxk/s1600-h/tumblr_kpxj39YKKU1qza9olo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0Ia1I-bd7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AvrjoTkSFxk/s320/tumblr_kpxj39YKKU1qza9olo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422926401552218034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt; Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Marissa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whoever you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8575418758810188693?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8575418758810188693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remember-being-13-and-fell-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8575418758810188693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8575418758810188693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remember-being-13-and-fell-in-love.html' title='i remember being 13 and fell in love with this'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S0IYjiHAvwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Iy0Sg8a5J5k/s72-c/tumblr_ksgbhvvnDT1qzeouso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1808303606564524093</id><published>2009-12-28T15:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:21:52.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>we're young, we're fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzhSGc39CiI/AAAAAAAAANo/0tSiB_bnpyc/s1600-h/tumblr_kvb3yaprke1qzinmco1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzhSGc39CiI/AAAAAAAAANo/0tSiB_bnpyc/s400/tumblr_kvb3yaprke1qzinmco1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420172422323964450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;originally uploaded by: &lt;a href="http://pungkyagusta.tumblr.com/post/302789640"&gt;Miss Agusta Talks Shit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1808303606564524093?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1808303606564524093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-young-were-fine_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1808303606564524093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1808303606564524093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-young-were-fine_28.html' title='we&apos;re young, we&apos;re fine'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzhSGc39CiI/AAAAAAAAANo/0tSiB_bnpyc/s72-c/tumblr_kvb3yaprke1qzinmco1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8588125310337359059</id><published>2009-12-27T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:59:28.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>I feel exactly the same way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I don't really like to think about college. Cause that means high school's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After graduation, everyone will probably go play basketball. Or sing or start record labels, -and I'll have to start all over. Alone. I'm sure I'll be fine. But like I said, I don't like to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Brooke Davi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8588125310337359059?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8588125310337359059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-exactly-same-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8588125310337359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8588125310337359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-exactly-same-way.html' title='I feel exactly the same way'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-7882531616444294066</id><published>2009-12-26T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:09:40.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Peaches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She made out money out of this things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;peaches geldof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYnZRTsO3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6-PYXShlUqY/s1600-h/peaches-geldof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYnZRTsO3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6-PYXShlUqY/s320/peaches-geldof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562516683176818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYnjM4uduI/AAAAAAAAANY/unrMD8DcRfk/s1600-h/neshaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYnjM4uduI/AAAAAAAAANY/unrMD8DcRfk/s320/neshaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562687295026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-7882531616444294066?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/7882531616444294066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7882531616444294066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/7882531616444294066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peaches.html' title='Hello Peaches!!'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYnZRTsO3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6-PYXShlUqY/s72-c/peaches-geldof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2415690315159793347</id><published>2009-12-25T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T06:39:53.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY life has a soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>Every Night is Another Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its like 6 days until new years. So i thought I'm gonna put a list for.... i dont know, you name it.. for everything this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, here are the 10 songs I'm currently listen this year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. Heart - Annie Stela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You Wait For Rain - Kyler England&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I and Love and You - The Avett Brothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mundo De Caramelo - Danna Paola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shine - Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bigger Than Love - My Favorite Highway (pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;k it up girls, it's good)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Against All Odds - Westlife feat Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Send It On - Disney Channel Star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I Can Feel a Hot One - Manchester Orchestra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something by Bethany Joy... or Joshua Radin or like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hedley, Miley Cyrus or i don't know,     maybe MJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the deal : its not really fair to only put up 10 songs where in fact i have like 1005 songs in my itunes. Um.. alright, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are my top 10 movie this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. 2012&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. Bride wars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ghost of Girlsfriends past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. The Blindside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whip it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8. The Narrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;9. umm.. table for three?? anything by sophia bush, really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;10. something like Case 39? or maybe The box, or The Lovely Bones, or Love Happens.. if only i already watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okay, note-to-self: gotta expand the list to more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Things i said to myself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scared good&lt;/span&gt;. it means you have something to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2. Just because people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do horrible things, doesn't mean &lt;/span&gt;they're horrible people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. There's nothing to be afraid of. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its just life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. Just because the world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;says something ugly, doesn't mean it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things happen.&lt;/span&gt; We can't explain them, we can't control them. but they do happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. To not let the bitter ones change how awesome you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its alright letting yourself go&lt;/span&gt;. as long as you get yourself back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8. You'll never become old and wise, if you aren't young and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;9. You can't change it, but you can fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;10. When you gotta go... you gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Top 10 quotation this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. What doesn't kill you make you stronger  -anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2. People are gonna label you. its how you overcome those label, that's what matter  -chase, OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. Hidup itu pilihan. bahkan ketika kalian nggak memilih, kalian memilih  -Bu Etty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. Kalo kamu hidup nyari kesalahan orang, nggak selesai hidup kamu  -Bu Rahmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. Stand up for what you believe in, the truth matter. So tell it.. no matter what  -Haley James, OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. Believe that dreams comes true everyday, because they do  -Lucas Scott, OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;7. I call this gossip girl era  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://arienkartikasari.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arien Kartika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8. Because Integrity and loyalty still matter  -Miranda, OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;9. Sometimes the beauty is in the attempt  -Julian Baker, OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;10. When your legs are tired, walk with your heart  -Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tv couple of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX2-sXZVXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wlWqq5gI7Aw/s1600-h/7x04+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX2-sXZVXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wlWqq5gI7Aw/s320/7x04+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509283531871602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;New this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jazz, namarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX3qaqySGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kcFvFECZXks/s1600-h/IMG_7935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX3qaqySGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kcFvFECZXks/s320/IMG_7935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419510034695604322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Big no no moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;dijorokin ke kolam renang (not funny boys) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX1qPzSbWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kyRsyHVuW54/s1600-h/4883_1162738225328_1134027866_494393_3527913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX1qPzSbWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kyRsyHVuW54/s320/4883_1162738225328_1134027866_494393_3527913_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419507832755219810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye 2009 picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYOYNfh5BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-hOl5I0VPQA/s1600-h/burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzYOYNfh5BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-hOl5I0VPQA/s320/burton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419535010688525330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a great run.&lt;br /&gt;later guys. xxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2415690315159793347?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2415690315159793347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2415690315159793347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2415690315159793347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year.html' title='Every Night is Another Story'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SzX2-sXZVXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wlWqq5gI7Aw/s72-c/7x04+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2150300552394903514</id><published>2009-12-24T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:12:24.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>if i cry, IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMELIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Matthew Perryman Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad like a melody sung by a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; striking a chord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Standing here looking blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stumble around to find my way thru your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hungry as starving fire killing to feed desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We’re born into vanity, bones feeling everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Are we alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cause I wanna know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Say it, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Say it’s true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that life’s worth all the dying we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Say it, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Say it’s true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that life’s worth all the dying we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A beautiful melody sung by a symphony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you’re striking a chord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2150300552394903514?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2150300552394903514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-cry-i-said-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2150300552394903514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2150300552394903514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-cry-i-said-if.html' title='if i cry, IF'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-2772117891342905841</id><published>2009-12-23T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:55:20.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>Jennifer Love Hewitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey.. i know i haven't been round lately. busy - you can say.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so listen, holiday season comin. i thought there's not much i can do these days. other than blogging. and I've been trying to catch up with ghost whisperer, its up to season 5 now.. and its pretty amazing. And because i watched ghost whisperer these past few days, it brought me to whole sets of... Jennifer love Hewitt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dummidumbwit.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/jennifer-love-hewitt-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 240px;" src="http://dummidumbwit.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/jennifer-love-hewitt-picture-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i do remember watch her movies when i was a little. in fact, i kinda like her.. uh, and i also like her song too. they say its bad recording, i say it fantastic. barenaked?? love will show you everything?? come on people, its marvelous.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that's what brought me to this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332136/"&gt;if only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (you know, that movie about second chance in love. about what we're gonna do if we can change the past for people we love). as far as i remembered nobody watch that movie with dry eyes. and there's this conversation that i kinda pour my heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I Love you.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Ooh I Love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;: I wanna tell you why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; It's... It's raining, you know that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I have to tell you this and you need to hear it. I loved you since I met you, but I wouldn't allow myself to truly feel it until today. I was always thinking ahead, making decisions soaked with fear... Today, because of you... what I learned from you; every choice I made was different and my life has completely changed... and I've learned that if you do that, then you're living your life fully... it doesn't matter if you have five minutes or fifty years. Samantha if not for today, if not for you I would never have known love at all... So thank you for being the person who taught me to love... and to be love. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001349/"&gt;Samantha Andrews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I don't know what to say.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0629493/"&gt;Ian Wyndham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You don't have to say anything... I just wanted to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't that just crazy??? argh, it seem so sweet and so sincere. i love it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-2772117891342905841?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/2772117891342905841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/jennifer-love-hewitt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2772117891342905841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/2772117891342905841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/12/jennifer-love-hewitt.html' title='Jennifer Love Hewitt'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-43176389152461409</id><published>2009-09-27T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:39:06.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv Show and Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddly inspiring me'/><title type='text'>They say "good mourning" and then "goodbye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I've just watched the new season premiere of Grey's Anatomy. Season 6 episode 1&amp;amp;2. It was good. It was compelling, inspiring, uplifting, and yet funny at the very same moment. And there's this funny talking between Mer, Iz, and Christina. I envy it, that barbaric honest talk without crap and just sort of hang on with the ride. That's seems sincere for me... weirdly. Thought you should know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cristina: These are good! Do they sell these in the cafeteria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;: No, those are the &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt; pops.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: Why do &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt; people get all the fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: How do you feel Iz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not looking forward to the hurling that's about to happen, but I feel ok. I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: Bailey's on some sort of rampage. I think it's Post O'Malley Stress Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: She's not dealing with her grief.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: You sound like Owen's shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: Owen's shrink is withholding sex, so she is grumpy and inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;: Is Derek doing that too? Withholding sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: Why would Derek withhold sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; is withholding everything. It's like he's afraid, but I don't know what afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: He's afraid of the &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt; sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;: Cristina!&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: He doesn't wanna end up with a &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt; pop.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: CRISTINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;: Just shut the hell up. I'm not contagious Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina: I know that. I would totally have sex with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-43176389152461409?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/43176389152461409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/season-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/43176389152461409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/43176389152461409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/season-6.html' title='They say &quot;good mourning&quot; and then &quot;goodbye&quot;'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1056207625756682793</id><published>2009-09-23T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:53:47.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little messed up'/><title type='text'>i hate hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well in my house there's this thing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the way i see it just kept growing and growing and growing and growing and yes... i might spent 1 whole paper just to write "growing and more growing". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It called dastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. You see, i'm not the best person you want to talk to if you want to talk trash about someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;WHOM I CLOSE TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (no! scratch that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i don't even like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; talking behind someone i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; close to) it's the kinda situation where i have no doubt to walk away from it no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it totally irritated me when someone... say something to me about a person. And i don't agree with that someone. And i told to that someone, "why dont you just talk to the person?" and that someone says, "yeah, i'm about too.." But noooo!!! that someone never did. And after that, the complaining its still the SAME. What do i do?? i told that very same someone to talk to the person. And yet... that someone never did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm the one whose hearing everything that I'M PERFECTLY SURE that no one else know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm about to blow up. I was like, "Why dont you all just tell the truth about each other, and if you dont... DON'T bitching and moaning about it. Can't you just keep it to yourself??!!! I did"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grow the hell up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1056207625756682793?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1056207625756682793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1056207625756682793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1056207625756682793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-hate.html' title='i hate hate'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-5461860684817592743</id><published>2009-09-21T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:44:05.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY life has a soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVING TOWN ALIVE - BETHANY JOY GALEOTTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Spending all your money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Ain’t it funny how the time goes by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; First you start believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Then you’re leaving for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And you’re wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So till the morning breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Go and make your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Don’t be surprised if your head hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Whisper in the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Watching days and moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You wake up every Monday then suddenly it’s Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And the week is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So till the morning breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Go and make your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Don’t be surprised at the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, do you wonder where it starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Where it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; What you find around the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, do you wonder where she’s from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Where she goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Now and then you wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Why you’re spending all your money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Ain’t it funny how she walks on by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; She had you all believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Now she’s leaving for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And you’re wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So till the morning breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Go and make your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Don’t be surprised if your heart hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, do you wonder where it starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Where it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; What you find around the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And do you wonder where she’s from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Where she goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Now and then you wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Why life is for the living, the forgiven and the leaving town alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Life is for the living, the forgiven and the leaving town alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kalo kita bisa ngelewatin semuanya tanpa kecewa atau apapun -- that great sense of expectations and excitement without the disappointment - that would be the perfect state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-5461860684817592743?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/5461860684817592743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-for-living-forgiven-and-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5461860684817592743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/5461860684817592743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-for-living-forgiven-and-for.html' title='Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-1703782537201168883</id><published>2009-09-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:52:59.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment that&apos;re stand out'/><title type='text'>"And i think to myself, what a wonderful world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Aselin Debison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kemaren buka puasa bilingual di rumahnya kobe. hhaaaaahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. How i miss everyone of them. Semenjak sma gw suka mikir kalo diantara SD, SMP, SMA gimana masa yang paling gw suka itu sma. tapi kalo setiap ngelewatin hal-hal yang kaya gitu, gw rasa dalam sekejap hal itu langsung ga berlaku lagi. Kalo lagi kaya gitu semuanya kaya pas banget... You know, when everything feels like exactly where it should be and you have this feeling as if you just perfectly fit at the moment just being you and not have to worry about anything or anyone?? Nah... kalo sama mereka gw ngerasa itu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrB8_JWYocI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hXS4oA6o_Us/s1600-h/8932_133255383561_545503561_2468643_2067060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrB8_JWYocI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hXS4oA6o_Us/s320/8932_133255383561_545503561_2468643_2067060_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381938978991153602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrB9KwIAW9I/AAAAAAAAAII/6guIAqK7g9U/s1600-h/8932_133249923561_545503561_2468543_5705094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrB9KwIAW9I/AAAAAAAAAII/6guIAqK7g9U/s320/8932_133249923561_545503561_2468543_5705094_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381939178378386386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrOsdrgydoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/88HYqvDukKU/s1600-h/8932_133250178561_545503561_2468546_7543890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrOsdrgydoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/88HYqvDukKU/s320/8932_133250178561_545503561_2468546_7543890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382835605534307970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;(How i madly in love with it, and i probably always will be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-1703782537201168883?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/1703782537201168883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-think-to-myself-what-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1703782537201168883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/1703782537201168883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-think-to-myself-what-wonderful.html' title='&quot;And i think to myself, what a wonderful world&quot;'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrB8_JWYocI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hXS4oA6o_Us/s72-c/8932_133255383561_545503561_2468643_2067060_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914695555176843406.post-8039552999835642517</id><published>2009-09-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:29:35.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we can step up'/><title type='text'>I never rule anything out, I just follow where I'm lead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Egh... third times for me tryin to make this kinda thing, the first two is a crap. i do diary, i don't do tell and leave in someplace where someone can actually read it. I'm introvert enough to say that I'm not really comfortable to actually did this, but instead i do. so... what's that say about me??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a glimpse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my forever sunlight &amp;amp; my constant happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3ZTn52-RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cHxZyBw3kCM/s1600-h/n664637397_990620_5054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3ZTn52-RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cHxZyBw3kCM/s320/n664637397_990620_5054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381196060930013458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3bPlBSnaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MxYcJrHpqE4/s1600-h/DSC01260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3bPlBSnaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MxYcJrHpqE4/s320/DSC01260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198190459657634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3ZtSwbA5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PfL5xkMn7T0/s1600-h/12+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3ZtSwbA5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PfL5xkMn7T0/s320/12+292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381196501929886610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3aKonHDGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5si0xTGElfw/s1600-h/Photo2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3aKonHDGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5si0xTGElfw/s200/Photo2289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381197006012615778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3bo927d7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NPhSEIWSbqw/s1600-h/waterbom+with+abas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3bo927d7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NPhSEIWSbqw/s320/waterbom+with+abas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381198626623813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;junior high yearbook photo (we were young and happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3eE_Sji1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/5dmdYymNENc/s1600-h/kami+9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3eE_Sji1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/5dmdYymNENc/s320/kami+9b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381201307067714386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;you call it weird, i call it original (my deadly pain killers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrhrGIpMwhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hy5vdSE8CWA/s1600-h/t+u+j+u+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrhrGIpMwhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hy5vdSE8CWA/s320/t+u+j+u+h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384171107665101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;there's a few things that simply never change :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrzD9iC5jPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lZGaUaBYei8/s1600-h/kaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrzD9iC5jPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lZGaUaBYei8/s320/kaca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385394716306672882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrzFh_weBFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MET0y16-_SQ/s1600-h/nesarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/SrzFh_weBFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MET0y16-_SQ/s320/nesarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385396442269353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you round..&lt;br /&gt;xxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~nesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5914695555176843406-8039552999835642517?l=neshabharly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/feeds/8039552999835642517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-rule-anything-out-i-just-follow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8039552999835642517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5914695555176843406/posts/default/8039552999835642517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neshabharly.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-rule-anything-out-i-just-follow.html' title='I never rule anything out, I just follow where I&apos;m lead.'/><author><name>nesha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953882388272377163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/S5hnYecJ15I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jkGJWPnNEMA/S220/n1134027866_161343_630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7UVU4yq60M/Sq3ZTn52-RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cHxZyBw3kCM/s72-c/n664637397_990620_5054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
