<?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-3508730471832084576</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:18.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk (English!)</title><subtitle type='html'>Basically, my daily ramblings on everything you can imagine - books, movies, art, going-ons in my life, etc. Kick off your shoes and enjoy. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-2234331785025452897</id><published>2008-12-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:10:48.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>33/100 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band (yes, I'm counting high school)&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(145, 176, 197); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch (I'm counting photoshop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied. (NEVER!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;77. Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;92. Joined a book club (I BADLY wanna do this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-2234331785025452897?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2234331785025452897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=2234331785025452897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2234331785025452897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2234331785025452897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/33100.html' title='33/100 :)'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-8750944881322705289</id><published>2008-12-04T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:08:23.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week-end!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Well, not really, but I'm excited anyway! The test is finally history, and although I'm not at all satisfied with how I did it, I don't care, not at the moment. Because, tomorrow, I'm getting a new puppy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so exciting! Unfortunately, I live in an appartement, and can't really keep a puppy (at least that's what my mom thins), but tomorrow I'm adopting one and taking it to my grandpa's house, which has a huge backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking about the dog's name. Basically, I'm torn between Justin and Emmett. I think both are so cute (and ridiculously funny!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you up to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-8750944881322705289?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8750944881322705289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=8750944881322705289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/8750944881322705289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/8750944881322705289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-end.html' title='Week-end!!'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-5350959559468056882</id><published>2008-12-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:27:46.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to the hand.</title><content type='html'>Today, I've kept myself busy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to college, been to a lecture, then ditched college for a while to hang out with my friend Goca who lives in Vienna, and who I therefore don't see much, went back to the library, studied, had another lecture, studied a little bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back home, watched some "Desperate Housewives", and am now typing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was coming home from college when I ran into a guy from high school at the bus stop. Not really a friend, more like an acquaitance, but the situation was so weird. I, of course, said hi, and he gave me a smile so fake, Karen Walker would blush, and didn't even introduced me to the girl he was standing with. So, after like two seconds, I was like, "So, ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w's college", and he was like, "Fine", and then the conversation repeated itself (vice-versa, of course) and then he was just staring at me, waiting for me to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. I'm not like hurt by any of this, I don't really care. However, I've always considered myself a fairly interesting person, and don't understand people who don't let other people prove themselves fun or nice. Like him - he just shut me off completely. Whatever, it's his loss. And trust me, this is NOT the kind of person I would ever try and impress. So, I was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/STW2GoFU8sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YtJzFs7EWA4/s400/bitchplz-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275322763489637058" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-5350959559468056882?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5350959559468056882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=5350959559468056882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5350959559468056882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5350959559468056882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-to-hand.html' title='Talk to the hand.'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/STW2GoFU8sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YtJzFs7EWA4/s72-c/bitchplz-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-6319548317391006395</id><published>2008-12-01T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:17:25.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Aids Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/STQpnFsVWTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RvemzShkQ4A/s1600-h/The_Promise_of_Freedom_by_SaylaMarz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/STQpnFsVWTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RvemzShkQ4A/s320/The_Promise_of_Freedom_by_SaylaMarz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886815077456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saylamarz.deviantart.com/art/The-Promise-of-Freedom-44332431"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://saylamarz.deviantart.com/art/The-Promise-of-Freedom-44332431"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;image by SaylaMarz @ DeviantArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-6319548317391006395?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6319548317391006395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=6319548317391006395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/6319548317391006395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/6319548317391006395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World Aids Day'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/STQpnFsVWTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RvemzShkQ4A/s72-c/The_Promise_of_Freedom_by_SaylaMarz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-7864417535140270414</id><published>2008-11-24T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:22:18.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this new trailer online and had to share it with you guys. I've always loved Lindsay Lohan, and this looks like a really funny comedy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, "Twilight" is almost done - what a silly book! Yet, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; interesting, and if you really don;t have any better books to read, pick it up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(147, 149, 140); font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/6250"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/6250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" width="360" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3508730471832084576-7864417535140270414?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7864417535140270414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=7864417535140270414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7864417535140270414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7864417535140270414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-this-new-trailer-online-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-3947722394762975339</id><published>2008-11-23T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:45:21.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am embarassed to admit I am reading "Twilight".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been interested in this book (or the series) ever since it first appeared, but I picked it up for some reason, and read like 80 pages in one sitting. It is incredibly juvenile, and as my friend would say, there is better-written fanfiction, but I find the central romance very sexy. I am pretty sure I'm reading it because I can't think of anything else (until I get a copy of "The Fire", that is), so it serves its purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have Shelfari? If you do, add me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-3947722394762975339?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3947722394762975339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=3947722394762975339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/3947722394762975339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/3947722394762975339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-embarassed-to-admit-i-am-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-469866630589291951</id><published>2008-11-19T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:34:24.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another test tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>...and here I am again, studying at night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I ever learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the last test went pretty well, considering the amount of distractions I wasn't able to resist - 17/20 points! Nikola rocks British History!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see if I rock grammar too.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/3508730471832084576-469866630589291951?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/469866630589291951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=469866630589291951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/469866630589291951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/469866630589291951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-another-test-tomorrow.html' title='Yet another test tomorrow...'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-2068406935080366725</id><published>2008-11-16T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:28:35.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying...</title><content type='html'>...makes me feel depressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is this HUGE test in British History, and the Hundred Years' War with France has too many fucking dates. I can't handle this, not in one sitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, I only have one sitting, aka tonight, to learn this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should have started a couple of days ago, but I bet I would forget the dates anyway. And I really, really wanna do good on this test and show everybody what I'm all about. It's SUCH a drag, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I envy you people who are now reading my blog out of boredom. Go and do something fun for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-2068406935080366725?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2068406935080366725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=2068406935080366725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2068406935080366725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2068406935080366725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/studying.html' title='Studying...'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-5346818656380366218</id><published>2008-11-12T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:23:27.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin's Debate Flow Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRtXQn7-rlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WZRXYS_sZAI/s1600-h/sarahpalin_fchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRtXQn7-rlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WZRXYS_sZAI/s320/sarahpalin_fchart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267900132250005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought this was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Click on the picture to see it in its full size ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3508730471832084576-5346818656380366218?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5346818656380366218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=5346818656380366218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5346818656380366218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5346818656380366218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarah-palins-debate-flow-chart.html' title='Sarah Palin&apos;s Debate Flow Chart'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRtXQn7-rlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WZRXYS_sZAI/s72-c/sarahpalin_fchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-5026418339609255839</id><published>2008-11-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:45:29.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a gin tonic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRsWKjilQbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Yr1ArS76kmw/s1600-h/brothers_and_sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRsWKjilQbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Yr1ArS76kmw/s200/brothers_and_sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828559734718898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my mood has been going up and down, like a yo-yo. I wake up energized (relatively), and feeling good, and by the end of the day, I tend to get moody and blue. I actually cried over nothing two nights ago - well, it definitely was something, but I don't usually get that upset about stuff. Yesterday evening was critical. I was chatting with a friend, when suddenly, a personna non-grata says hi. Wow. It's one of those people who are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible. &lt;/span&gt;You know, not stupid or trivial, but just impossible to deal with. We parted ways a long time ago, but he likes to mess with my mind from time to time.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was horrible. I was pretty cold and reserved, since he managed to stab me in the back on more than one occasion, but afterwards, I realized I was pissed - not necessarily because of him, but because of me, allowing him to piss me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I need to sort out my moods, pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I watched the pilot episode of "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters", and loved it! It wasn't like, really exciting, or heart-stopping, but it was a nice, human, calming episode, which I hope the show will continue being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-5026418339609255839?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5026418339609255839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=5026418339609255839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5026418339609255839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5026418339609255839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-gin-tonic.html' title='I need a gin tonic.'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRsWKjilQbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Yr1ArS76kmw/s72-c/brothers_and_sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-5618826047077583057</id><published>2008-11-11T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:14:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one of my lazy phases. I'm so lazy it hurts. Like, if I need to leave for college, I will inevitably be late - not because I was doing something important, but because of pointless browsing or facebooking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty ridiculous to be honest. The biggest problem when it comes to this, is that my ego doesn't stop working, and I'm mad and disappointed if I'm not the best at what at I do, which is of course, impossible. What a vicious circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Have you seen this? I can't stop watching it over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8d2MWyTIxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8d2MWyTIxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/3508730471832084576-5618826047077583057?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5618826047077583057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=5618826047077583057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5618826047077583057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/5618826047077583057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-one-of-my-lazy-phases.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-3219103275072259547</id><published>2008-11-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:47:33.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrogen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRcUCJ-3TkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Z1_AdFcJzGg/s1600-h/449px-DH_season_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRcUCJ-3TkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Z1_AdFcJzGg/s320/449px-DH_season_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266700316504968770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm again getting my daily doses of estrogen, watching the fifth season of "Desperate Housewives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love that show. It is, in my humble opinion, one of the few shows that hasn't lost it's touch over the years. Sure, some far-fetched stuff has happened, but still, it has always had that sense of reality to it. Kudos to the writers and the women of Wisteria Lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did you know Gale Harold stars in the fifth season? I'm super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another summary of movies I've recently seen, which is very typical of me. First, I've seen the anticipated movie "The Women", starring Meg Ryan, Annette Benning, Jada Pinkett Smith (if that's how you spell her name), Debra Messing and Eva Mendes. What a disappointment! It's like "Sex and the City: The Movie" gone terribly wrong (as I'm sure its sequel will), and it's just plain boring and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the new James Bond movie, "Quantum of Solace." I generally like James Bond movies, especially the breath-taking "Casino Royale." If you haven't seen it, rent it, you'll love it. I was so glad after watching "Casino", thinking, "finally, they got it right", just to be let down by "Quantum." Apart from the splendid special effects, the story is ridiculous and dull, and the Bond girls are completely forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm so NOT looking forward to next week and all the tests that await me at college, but c'est la vie. At least I have some "Housewives" to help me make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-3219103275072259547?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3219103275072259547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=3219103275072259547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/3219103275072259547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/3219103275072259547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/estrogen.html' title='Estrogen'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRcUCJ-3TkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Z1_AdFcJzGg/s72-c/449px-DH_season_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-7915351064733759398</id><published>2008-11-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:07:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies update!</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking I would update you with some movies I've seen recently (apart from "The Dark Knight", which I've already commented on). There are only three of them, which proves how little time I have on my hands (if I could I would watch a movie every day). And by the way, if you have a Flixter account, &lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/user/nikolarulz"&gt;add&lt;/a&gt; me. If you don't, you should make one. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBGHIupgTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d5kJrraphBs/s1600-h/LoveAndOtherDisastersPoster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBGHIupgTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d5kJrraphBs/s200/LoveAndOtherDisastersPoster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264785052812280114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and Other Disasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love and Other Disasters" is one of those ridiculous movies you can't help but love. Brittany Murphy is very funny and adorable, as is everybody else involved. It's like "Sex and the City" meets any Meg Ryan movie, and it works. Oh, and it has a perfect ending, with two great cameos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBHBG0M-nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZULjeWU63zs/s1600-h/boya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBHBG0M-nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZULjeWU63zs/s200/boya1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264786048731118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this one is really good. It's a heart-breaking, and at times, unsettling story that will probably leave you breathless. Andrew Garfield gave an amazing, Oscar-worthy performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBH_FkH5JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m8XzZqwfQNU/s1600-h/american_psycho_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBH_FkH5JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m8XzZqwfQNU/s200/american_psycho_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264787113547130002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; American Psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how I feel about this movie. I enjoyed it, that's a fact, but it left me expecting more. However, Christian Bale was really, really good (unlike the surprisingly bad Reese Witherspoon), and the movie itself looked really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3508730471832084576-7915351064733759398?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7915351064733759398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=7915351064733759398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7915351064733759398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7915351064733759398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies-update.html' title='Movies update!'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SRBGHIupgTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d5kJrraphBs/s72-c/LoveAndOtherDisastersPoster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-6951089564341924557</id><published>2008-11-02T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:37:37.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd.</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, is this weird or what? I am at my college right now, sitting in the library, after being late for a lecture which started, like, an hour ago. Anyway, being too embarrassed to walk inside after the professor started teaching (it's allowed, but I just don't like it), I decided to browse some blogs and just enjoy myself. So basically, I got up at 6:30 just to go to the library and use their slow computers. That makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun - my friend and I went for drinks (no cocktails though - she had some wine and I had some beer), and then we went back to my place for some "Will &amp;amp; Grace". By the way, her boyfriend thought that I was similar to Jack2000. I beg to differ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-6951089564341924557?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6951089564341924557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=6951089564341924557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/6951089564341924557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/6951089564341924557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/nerd.html' title='Nerd.'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-8577130940495706148</id><published>2008-11-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:11:12.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Sundays, too.</title><content type='html'>I just love Sundays (and no, I promise you won't have to read about what I like about every single day). But today was fun. Really lazy. First I had a tennis practice, which was great (I worked up quite a sweat) and then it was You-Tubing, listening to music and same faux-studying.&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is I haven't watched a single episode of any show today. It's REALLY weird for me. I mean, it's not like I have no choices - I have "Ally McBeal", "Gilmore Girls", "QaF" and "Will &amp;amp; Grace" episodes waiting for me to watch them, but I just wasn't in the mood. TV shows overload, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to go out tonight and see my BFF after a REALLY long time. Since college started, we can't manage to see each other regularly (which is, like, twice a day). She is one of the three people who know EVERYTHING about me, and someone I need in order to maintain my sanity. So yeah, tonights gonna be fun. I'm in the mood for cocktails myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening: Shayne Ward - Breathless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-8577130940495706148?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8577130940495706148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=8577130940495706148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/8577130940495706148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/8577130940495706148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/sundays-are-awsome.html' title='I &lt;3 Sundays, too.'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-7228176227201902026</id><published>2008-10-31T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:01:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight...</title><content type='html'>...was a little disappointing, in my opinion. Sure, Heath Ledger was great, but that's pretty much it. Overlong, boring at times, and without any focus. Not to mention how over-hyped it is.&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Halloween, which needless to say, I don't celebrate. It's not that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opposed&lt;/span&gt; to Halloween, it's just that I always completely forget about it, and then when it comes to dressing up and stuff, I'm always like, nah. So why should today be any different? Most of my friends are at a costume party right now, and I went to the movies, and went to college. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I wanna share this with you. I ran into the most of perfect video of the most perfect song performed by the most perfect male singer EVER! Check it out below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&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/3508730471832084576-7228176227201902026?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7228176227201902026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=7228176227201902026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7228176227201902026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7228176227201902026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight...'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-7216422411860883446</id><published>2008-10-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:59:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Fridays</title><content type='html'>Mm, do I love Fridays or what? Basically, I only have one lesson in college on Fridays, and it's from 7:30-9 PM, followed by some heavy partying. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting in the room of my best friend (or one of my three best friends, to be fair), and waiting for her to finish taking a shower and get ready for our night out. Nothing fancy, just a couple of drinks with friends before heading home. The bad thing is I can't stay out for a very long time, since I have a tennis lesson tomorrow morning, but anyway, it's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love how when I go out each week-end (or on a week-day, doesn't really matter to me), I'm always very optimistic - I am ready to have a great time, flirt, etc. Usually, though, it's just okay - but when it's amazing, it makes it all worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was really fun in college. Well, interesting at least. We had a "British Rennaisance and Medieval Drama" class, and we were discussing Marlowe's "Faustus". Basically, we were talking about tragic characters who, while trying to revert their fatal destinies, only made it worse. The examples given were Hamlet, Edipus and, finally,... Lord Voldemort! Which actually makes sense if your really think about it, but yeah... I though it was really cool. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-7216422411860883446?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7216422411860883446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=7216422411860883446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7216422411860883446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7216422411860883446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-3-fridays.html' title='I &lt;3 Fridays'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-7999001840024199904</id><published>2008-10-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:49:36.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my addictions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SQCzJtx2h3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zKrWxhQom24/s1600-h/142051__ally_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SQCzJtx2h3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zKrWxhQom24/s400/142051__ally_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260401344257623922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure if anyone reads this (although people SHOULD, especially when I make it exclusively for THEM and then TELL them about it), but anyway, here's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the TV shows I've always been fond of is "Ally McBeal". Although it is a silly, funny, chick series, I can't help but always think there is a deeper truth in every episode. And not to mention how Ally and I are similar. But we won't go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my friend Ana has recently lent me seasons 3, 4 and 5, and I am seriously hooked (yet again). So yeah, that's what I wanted to share with you. Groundbreaking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another one of my addictions that I've indulged myself in yesterday is period movies! And not just any period movie, but "Becoming Jane" with Anne Hathaway! I completely loved the movie, and although it was basically the same movie as "Pride and Prejudice" (my favorite, or at least one of them), the ending just blew me away! Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening: Madonna - Beat Goes On (feat. Kanye West)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-7999001840024199904?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7999001840024199904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=7999001840024199904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7999001840024199904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/7999001840024199904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-my-addictions.html' title='One of my addictions...'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SQCzJtx2h3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zKrWxhQom24/s72-c/142051__ally_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-2108872320458601913</id><published>2008-10-22T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:22:51.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online again!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have DSL again. Wow, who knew that moving would be so exhausting!? Just to introdue you to the situation - I've moved, like, two streets down the block into a new (fab!) flat, but it took me like ages to get accustomed - and get internet! So now, I'm insanely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Oh, and also, I guess I haven't really told you why my blog is entitled "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk". So, here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big Rufus Wainwright fan. The only thing is, with his music, I have phases where I can't stop listening to his albums, and phases when I think I'm gonna puke if I hear another song. It's weird, but anyway, one of my favorite Rufus songs is "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk", so that's the title of my blog (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-2108872320458601913?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2108872320458601913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=2108872320458601913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2108872320458601913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/2108872320458601913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/online-again.html' title='Online again!'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508730471832084576.post-784760031727507529</id><published>2008-10-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:21:06.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, yeah...</title><content type='html'>...welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 100th blog ever, and this one is in English. Basically, I have too many friends who do not speak Serbian, so I thought it would be a good idea if I started writing my daily bs in english for them. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to give you an idea of what this is gonna look like, I saw a movie last night. "Because I Said So". Avoid at all costs, but if you can, do answer this mystery to me - why are Diane Keaton and Mandy Moore allowed to act? OK, I can understand about Diane, but MANDY!? It's been a while since I've seen anyone that obnoxious on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also: Comments are greatly appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3508730471832084576-784760031727507529?l=nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/784760031727507529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3508730471832084576&amp;postID=784760031727507529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/784760031727507529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3508730471832084576/posts/default/784760031727507529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikola-loves-blogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-yeah.html' title='So, yeah...'/><author><name>Nikola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923316076474119164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WuEgWcbpkRQ/SAKeb2albfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1b5c1um9EZc/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
