<?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-337833938012661384</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:31:00.059+02:00</updated><category term='stunning'/><category term='i have nothing better to do'/><category term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Quintessential</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lastie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049505206464164219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6Cm8-QZcHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TiFGezjAOvc/S220/860355738_l6666.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337833938012661384.post-291166984677589928</id><published>2008-04-06T18:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:24:03.512+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>Playing Tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got tagged. It actually reminded me, that some time ago i created this blog. It was very obvious that i haven't thought of it since that moment, because i couldn't remember with which of my 2 gmail accounts i have to sign in. I know, very un-geek of me. I will punish myself with reading 2 chapters of LOTR (without skipping a few rows at the time) tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, since one of the questions is: "what kind of a person do you think I am?" i should mention that i have been tagged by Vika [&lt;a href="http://brahmakamal.blogspot.com/"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my sword? Or should I use the crossbow? What will be slower and more agonizing????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually ignore it until the feelings or the person goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, somewhere at the seaside, with all of my friends....oh and a HUUUUUGE chocolate cake that doesn't make you fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really confused. More concerned and a little bit curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can vibrate in 20 different speeds and the battery never goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, if you love someone and don't get it back you're screwed, so i guess it's better to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me, you must be retarded or something, so in that case i don't want to be with you anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I do? Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;10. What do you want most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be a housewife with 10 annoying children and an asshole husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, it's annoying. But since I'm quite bored, it gives me something to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm, i would have to sit down and think very hard about who i want to punish and really really make sorry first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;13. Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think a few people share the 1st place.... everyone in a bit of a different way, but they're all of the utmost importance to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;14. What kind of person do you think I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of person, that doesn't let me use your hairdryer in the middle of January on a ski trip when i very obviously have to go out in the -20°C with hair that's like 1m long. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;15. What is the most unforgettable thing/event in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, there was this one event when I was on a skiing trip with my school and i had wet hair....and i needed to dry them but didn't have a hairdryer. So i go and very nicely ask if i may borrow it from a certain person. And she didn't let me. We were 11 years old. Now how fucked up do you have to be, to be sooooo protective of a hairdryer? And i asked so innocently and with best intentions of returning it in one piece....and she said no. That moment scarred me for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognise you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cannot recognise me? Does he suffer from a specific illness, is he blind.... i don't understand the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My all what? All my money? All my time? All my bitchiness? At least i would like to save the last one for a few other people who also deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends.... which one's the pretty with a lot of money? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The type that i don't have to explain "I'm kidding" to, after every 3rd sentence i say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;20.If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy and at the same time be amazed by the stupidity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337833938012661384-291166984677589928?l=someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/291166984677589928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337833938012661384&amp;postID=291166984677589928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/291166984677589928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/291166984677589928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-tag.html' title='Playing Tag...'/><author><name>Lastie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049505206464164219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6Cm8-QZcHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TiFGezjAOvc/S220/860355738_l6666.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337833938012661384.post-8984266691831681067</id><published>2008-02-01T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:21:34.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to do'/><title type='text'>The perfect contraception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Beckham's Name Used By Condom Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese firm is using soccer star David Beckham's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.starpulse.com/Athletes/Beckham,_David/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;name to promote its brand of condoms - without his permission. The firm is claiming men who use the Beckham contraceptive - which has become the best-selling in China - will score in bed like the L.A. Galaxy star does on the field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6MbYeQZcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z6xdH79_t9Q/s1600-h/60093249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6MbYeQZcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z6xdH79_t9Q/s320/60093249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161999705149370530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect way to decrease China's population.... Buy a pack of condoms, get aroused, see Bechams picture on the condom, if possible, read what's written on the wrap and get so disgusted, that you can't get it up for the next 3 months. After the 3-month period, repeat procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337833938012661384-8984266691831681067?l=someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/8984266691831681067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337833938012661384&amp;postID=8984266691831681067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/8984266691831681067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/8984266691831681067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-contraception.html' title='The perfect contraception'/><author><name>Lastie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049505206464164219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6Cm8-QZcHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TiFGezjAOvc/S220/860355738_l6666.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6MbYeQZcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z6xdH79_t9Q/s72-c/60093249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337833938012661384.post-2222766892468838482</id><published>2008-01-30T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:51:21.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Getting started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i told my friend that i finally created my own blog, she said that I'm probably doing it because i feel the need to be the smartest at least somewhere. Personally i think that's stupid, because i am the smartest, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm just bored and have nothing better to do than spam the www with my posts. Oh, don't look at me as if you're one of the few that actually has something important and meaningful to say on your little piece of Internet land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, if i have something to rant about, it's always easier and much cheaper to let people read it here, than to call every single individual to Slovenia and explain the injustice that has been happening to me here, in this godforsaken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&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/337833938012661384-2222766892468838482?l=someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/feeds/2222766892468838482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337833938012661384&amp;postID=2222766892468838482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/2222766892468838482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337833938012661384/posts/default/2222766892468838482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someassholetookmypreferedurlname.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-told-my-friend-that-i-finally.html' title='Getting started'/><author><name>Lastie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049505206464164219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kuRKrDNDMV4/R6Cm8-QZcHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TiFGezjAOvc/S220/860355738_l6666.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
