<?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-3194126292335810914</id><updated>2011-09-28T10:55:10.672-07:00</updated><category term='bonnie wright'/><category term='jamie campbell bower'/><category term='sienna miller'/><category term='lara stone'/><category term='mario testino'/><category term='robert pattison'/><category term='atlanta de cadenet'/><category term='imogen heap'/><category term='gemma ward'/><category term='lea michele'/><category term='españa'/><category term='burberry'/><category term='films'/><category term='chloë sevigny'/><category term='iwan rheon'/><category term='effy'/><category term='naomily'/><category term='misfits'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='kate moss'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='glee'/><category term='taylor momsen'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='cobrasnake'/><category term='beirut'/><category term='libros'/><category term='lykke li'/><category term='edie sedgwick'/><category term='the like'/><category term='kaya scodelario'/><category term='george craig'/><category term='passion pit'/><category term='phoenix'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='cobra starship'/><category term='emma watson'/><category term='sara carbonero'/><category term='couple'/><category term='linkin park'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='leighton meester'/><category term='blake lively'/><category term='the tings tings'/><category term='casillas'/><category term='the pretty reckless'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='cass bird'/><category term='andrew garfield'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='cat power'/><category term='lacrosse'/><category term='the killers'/><category term='krystal simpson'/><category term='serena'/><category term='the sounds'/><category term='plasticines'/><category term='diana vickers'/><category term='pete doherty'/><category term='thomas mars'/><category term='penny lane'/><category term='zach condon'/><category term='skins'/><category term='love of lesbian'/><category term='almost famous'/><category term='jeremy kapone'/><category term='the vampire diaries'/><category term='the strokes'/><category term='one night only'/><category term='amelie'/><category term='lissy trullie'/><category term='love'/><category term='coco rocha'/><category term='two door cinema club'/><category term='cassie'/><category term='jason schwartzman'/><category term='kate nash'/><title type='text'>Dear Jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-7749042426248646970</id><published>2011-04-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:00:18.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diana vickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>lame and nonsense thoughts</title><content type='html'>this is gonna become my diary, a place where I put all my thoughts and feelings just to take them out of me because sometimes writing it down helps me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, in exactly one month and 2 days I'm graduating! HORROR! panic and fear it's what I feel, I do not want to graduate, I do not want to finish this because that would mean I have to make a lot of decisions I'm scared to take. If I take the wrong ones it will follow me the rest of my life! I am not ready for that, I was not ready at 16, I was not ready at 18 and I'm still not ready at 20 to decide what I want to be in life. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your plan for life?&lt;/span&gt;' my mother asked me the other day...I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, OK? I DON'T KNOW, I don't know what I want to be, I don't even know very good who I am, how am I supposed to make this hard decision?aaaaaaaaaaah FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more things on my mind, FRIENDSHIP, beautiful loving unconditional and twisted friendship, I love my friend, I love her, but she's so stubborn, if something doesn't go the way she wants she gets mad, I'm sorry girl, but it is not everything about YOU! 3 years all the rest left and now it's only us I know, I made friends at university and you did too, mine don't live in our town, and yours do so we started hanging out with them, and yes at the beginning they were 'your friends', but after two years I consider them my friends too, you know? and you saying the other day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'don't you have friends? because we always go out with mine' &lt;/span&gt;EXCUSE ME, I just know them for 3 years LIKE YOU!oh god, so I shut my mouth (like always) and started going out with my friends, who live in a city half an hour ago and I sleep at her place, and it's awesome, and then you have the face to tell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey you sold me out now you are always going with them!&lt;/span&gt; what the fuck, girl? I know you are one of my best friends but seriously get your priorities right!!grrr! I just read in the internet, 'I hate the moment when you realise your best friend is an asshole and you hate him' well, it is happening a little bit with you girl, so you better change or you don't see my face so often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moooooore friendship, my penpal, the girl I talked about in the last post, no, luckily she hasn't done strike 2, but she is close! Another party, she calls me, but I didn't call her back, I didn't want another disspointment! but I bumped into her anyway, we took pictures together and we talked, but quite distant cold talk. Maybe she is very shy, I don't know, but what I see from my view is that she is awesome through facebook but she doesn't make any effort when I'm around!! I really don't get it!! and now I just feel lazy and careful about her, I mean, lazy like if she is not trying why should I? and careful because I really do not want to lose her, so I'm just backing off, to see if she reacts!! (I'm gonna lose her, if I ever had her) this thought is always on my mind, but now i'm becoming closer with her friend, he is hilarious and he really seems to appreciate when he sees me, so maybe he will bring us together, I don't know! grrrrr penpal, why can't you awesome out of facebook pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now other thing that has pissed me off, lately I haven't been very much ONO fan as I used to be, maybe caused by the early dissapointment of the album, but I have listened to it again recently and it is not as bad as I had in mind, so I'm feeling the ONO love again, (healthier this time haha) and GEORGE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS SLUT? I was angry with the emma watson thing too, but it was a different anger, as deep down I like her very much and they make such a great couple that I am even sad it didn't work out! but this girl?? REALLY? pfff emma watson is so much better babe!! but I love you, and I respect your decision, so go ahead and play, have fun, we'll meet soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCajvft_2jI/TaMk-ERHUDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3NVRUdRBXoM/s1600/vickers_05_619x400_239152a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCajvft_2jI/TaMk-ERHUDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3NVRUdRBXoM/s400/vickers_05_619x400_239152a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355810840301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdzG8_txgQ/TaMk98TbqFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ybqVRAxFt54/s1600/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdzG8_txgQ/TaMk98TbqFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ybqVRAxFt54/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355808702539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sg49dz9O8Co/TaMk9hsprxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ER91kQui1rI/s1600/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sg49dz9O8Co/TaMk9hsprxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ER91kQui1rI/s400/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355801560559378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbaFwCwVLkY/TaMk9VnfXjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RrN-iy8CuqE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbaFwCwVLkY/TaMk9VnfXjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RrN-iy8CuqE/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594355798317686322" 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/3194126292335810914-7749042426248646970?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7749042426248646970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/04/lame-and-nonsense-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7749042426248646970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7749042426248646970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/04/lame-and-nonsense-thoughts.html' title='lame and nonsense thoughts'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCajvft_2jI/TaMk-ERHUDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3NVRUdRBXoM/s72-c/vickers_05_619x400_239152a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8114429126308533058</id><published>2011-03-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:42:48.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>This is a story about me not growing up</title><content type='html'>One year ago, I met this girl. I was out partying with my university friend, and she introduced us, and it seems we talked a lot that night, even I don't remember any of it, just because we have pictures. She added me on facebook, and I accepted her to be polite. So now I could see her updates. I remember perfectly how she put up the song Impossible by Shout Out Louds, and I immediately fell for it. As the time passed I discover she had an amazing musical taste, it was a lot like mine. She started liking my videos, then I started to like hers, and then she started commenting. First we only commented about music and short comments. The 'conversations' started to become bigger, and when she found out I was going to Denmark we discover our common love for europe, european guys and of course european unknown bands. While I was in Denmark we started to talk very often, always through facebook of course, but sometimes I talked with her more than with my friends. We have a lot of things in common, we are a lot like each other, so we have a connection. When I came back we decided it was time for us to meet in person, as we only had met once. It is not only part of my imagination she wanting to be friends with me, she even asked my phone number to meet. After a few failed tries, we finally met. But she came with a friend. I don't mind, I think he is awesome and hilarious but, I kind of wanted some time for the two of us alone, to become the real good friends I know we can be. After that, now let's meet again. This friday there was a day-party, and I was going with the friend we have in common, so we arranged to meet there. I really wanted to see her, and talk to her. I was there and SHE called ME, where are you? blah blah blah...she came where I was,not alone with her friend again, and I was with another friend of her so she sat with her, and I talked all the time with her friend, I insist in that he's hilarious but I really wanted to talk to her. When I was talking to him, I was looking at her, like trying to say, hey! I'm here, the girl you've been months talking with in facebook, but she didn't even look at me. Her friend left and she stayed a litlle more, still without looking at me. When she finished talking with her friend I tried to start a conversation with her, even she was sitting a bit far, she just answered shortly, quite distant I think, and then she left and said we'll see each other later! Ok, I thought, it is still soon, we are too sober let's wait a few hours see what happens. I didn't see her again. I called and texted her to see where she was to meet and she didn't answer, I still don't know if she received it. The night came and I went out with my friend. We bumped into her and her friends in a bar, and my friend's boyfriend was there too, so I let them be alone for a while and I stayed with her. The same thing happened, the wall was more interesting than me and I was all the time talking with her friend, because she was very busy with her friends. I mean, ok you are with your friends and want to be with them but I don't go out around there everyday and after insisting so much through facebook that you wanted to party with me now you have me there you just ignore me? I don't understand really...We went to another bar and the situation was the same, so my friend and I just left, and all I could think of her was that she is an idiot. I wanted to send her a message on facebook telling her the truth about how I felt, like she just ignored me, and seriously, what the fuck? but we are not that close yet to tell her I didn't like how you treated me so I didn't know what to do. Finally, I cut out the bad feelings and thoughts, and wrote a funny message like it was kind of fun seeing each other. She answered like everything was normal so I will just forget about it. The thing is she has promised a thursday night out, like a night out together, obviously not just the two of us, but I hope that night we can really talk and become closer. I quite know, we are a lot like each other, she can be one of my best friends if she wants to, but come on girl, put some effort! so I have a lot of doubts now, and this is strike 1. Because I know she worths it. I will allow the strike 2, because seriously I know I would miss her songs, with swedish bands, and the stupid conversations about boys we have. These days I have been really depressed, after-denmark depression, and sometimes just got on facebook and see her comments cheered me a bit up. So I am praying we don't get to strike 3, because I know I would miss her. But if she doesn't try, me neither. I have a little proud, penpal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-8114429126308533058?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8114429126308533058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-story-about-me-not-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8114429126308533058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8114429126308533058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-story-about-me-not-growing-up.html' title='This is a story about me not growing up'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3704007181477170907</id><published>2011-02-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:02:00.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your thoughts results of static cling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's a broken part, replace it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken arm then brace it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken heart then face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 months, I'll be graduated, and if I pass everything in 5 I will have finished my degree. Now what? more studying? working? I will be only 21, my whole life is still in my hands...and I don't know what to do with it. No clue. Every time people ask me what I'm going to do I get nervous and I change subject. I don't know what the future holds for me. And I don't want to know. I'm scared. Scared to death. I'm supposed to be a teacher, but I'm not 100% sure. I will get tired of it. Like I get tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only three things I'm sure of. I love english. I don't want to live in Spain (in a near-future, in 10 years who knows). And I love music. What can I do with that? Nothing. You don't make a career with that. I don't even play any instrument, just love the music with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared. I feel like running away to some place and start a new life where nobody knows me. Nobody judges me. I don't know if it's the depression, the apathy or the fear. Last friday was the perfect day. Perfect day ever. It was a long time since I had that fun here in my hometown, and it was just perfect. Next morning I was happy. Just that one morning. In the afternoon I came back to this melancholic state, where all I do is listen and listen and listen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt; makes me happy. Kate Nash makes me happy. Lacrosse, The Weepies, Jason Mraz, Regina Spektor and a non-ending list of talented friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone notice the new head of the blog, all couples, sweet and lovely couples, most of them fictional, but still lovely, and they deserve some recognition, because I love them, because I hate them for reminding me how lonely I am...and that if I continue like this I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1L5kRyMbMk" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will break down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-3704007181477170907?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3704007181477170907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-your-thoughts-results-of-static.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3704007181477170907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3704007181477170907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/02/are-your-thoughts-results-of-static.html' title='Are your thoughts results of static cling?'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H1L5kRyMbMk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6970541620760471627</id><published>2011-01-21T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:18:43.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacrosse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion pit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew garfield'/><title type='text'>Apathy</title><content type='html'>Today it's a month since I came back to Spain, a month since I left Denmark...and I...I just don't know how to feel or if I feel anything at all. It's just emptiness inside. The symptoms of depression are there, and the apathy is everywhere. Apathy about everything, apathy about everyone. I don't care about my mum, she just talks and I don't listen, I don't care about my exams, fuck the teachers fuck you dear and beloved classmates!I don't care about my stupid friends and I don't care about YOU...i tried to regret, or either feel hurt, but I just don't feel anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I even forgot it was friday and that i used to go out on fridays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trying to get over this apathy here I am, getting this out of me because maybe, just maybe it would make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is making me feel a little more happy lately is music. Music is my boyfriend. And I would totally marry one of these bands, latest discoveries and that I love with all my heart!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm7qOaRgLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/D1LC6kxuOMQ/s1600/2v289l5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm7qOaRgLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/D1LC6kxuOMQ/s400/2v289l5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564685148690153650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm7qbFsfHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/656hud4SJmg/s1600/51eij2vqaul_ss500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm7qbFsfHI/AAAAAAAAA2s/656hud4SJmg/s400/51eij2vqaul_ss500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564685152093502578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ieJ8B_sGYQE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm9EVf0oKI/AAAAAAAAA3E/09-wqtaDpT8/s1600/20100630114234-passion-pit_okinart_audioblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm9EVf0oKI/AAAAAAAAA3E/09-wqtaDpT8/s400/20100630114234-passion-pit_okinart_audioblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564686696780701858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm8cOS6PeI/AAAAAAAAA28/Rg4-IjS10kY/s1600/passionpit-cover11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm8cOS6PeI/AAAAAAAAA28/Rg4-IjS10kY/s400/passionpit-cover11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564686007652728290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dxc_ZY4byRg" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about things i would marry and that make me feel better lately, I have another english man on my life who goes directly to number 2 on the list of guys I would marry, George is still #1 but darling you have disapointed me a lot lately, or you get the hell out of the commercial and pop stuff or I will have to marry Andrew instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-6Fiv5vI/AAAAAAAAA3s/lJMcBkbUV5M/s1600/162984_1676666711935_1095489767_3254759_4148572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-6Fiv5vI/AAAAAAAAA3s/lJMcBkbUV5M/s400/162984_1676666711935_1095489767_3254759_4148572_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564688719722571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-50JBiQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/a0ycqITO5dc/s1600/163061_481164596193_699366193_6020392_3718908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-50JBiQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/a0ycqITO5dc/s400/163061_481164596193_699366193_6020392_3718908_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564688715051272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-54IJvyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/V1LPQxJpS90/s1600/162627_192764384071715_100000144631599_791507_6949707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-54IJvyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/V1LPQxJpS90/s400/162627_192764384071715_100000144631599_791507_6949707_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564688716121358114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-5cYKNOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/RqPlzar5z4Q/s1600/76646_1644092618506_1122575543_31765845_1051104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-5cYKNOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/RqPlzar5z4Q/s400/76646_1644092618506_1122575543_31765845_1051104_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564688708672304354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-5c427eI/AAAAAAAAA3M/KiReOmhU2qc/s1600/73777_444794715895_577135895_5807882_6890759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TTm-5c427eI/AAAAAAAAA3M/KiReOmhU2qc/s400/73777_444794715895_577135895_5807882_6890759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564688708809453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your little soft voice has me captivated!!never let me go is an amazing film, don't you ever lose your accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HrX4cJVQyYE" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6970541620760471627?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6970541620760471627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2011/01/apathu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8614842955763105425</id><published>2010-12-19T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:01:13.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkin park'/><title type='text'>this was never meant to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey!i know i shoulnd't sent you this message, but everything is so confusing right now. i just wanted to talk to you TALK for the last time, too many things were left unsaid, the goodbye wasn't a goodbye to me, i was just so drunk i don't even remember what i said to you...the text you sent me was just hurtful...i know our thing never had a future, every moment we spent together i knew you were coming back to holland, and i was coming back to spain, but saying goodbye this way...i wanted to be mad at you, but what's the point? i will never see you again...EVER you got no idea what it was like your friends talking about you, saying how awesome you are, you are an amazing person and an amazing friend...and i was just there without saying anything because you didn't want them to know about us...saying goobye to everyone you shaked my hand, and gave me 2 kisses like you gave to everyone...am i everyone? am i another spanish girl you met and that you can't even pronounce her name? it just hurt so bad...i didn't mean you to kiss me in front of everyone but at least you could've make a difference...somehow say to me that you care, cared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the message i should send him, to let him know how i'm feeling right now, but i don't know if have the guts to do it....it's just pointless to feel this way...relationships suck, GUYS SUCK, and saying goodbye it's being harder than ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not the end, this is not the beginning, just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision but you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm though the words sound steady something empty's within 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We say Yeah! with fists flying up in the air, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like we're holding onto something that's invisible there&lt;/span&gt;,'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is not what I had planned, it's out of my control....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying at the speed of light, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;thoughts were spinning in my head, SO MANY THINGS WERE LEFT UNSAID, it's hard to let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, I know what it takes to move on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know how it feels to LIE&lt;/span&gt;, all I wanna do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting in an empty room, trying to forget the past, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this was never meant to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wish it wasn't so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, I know what it takes to move on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know how it feels to lie&lt;/span&gt;, all I wanna do is trade this life for something new ,holding on to what I haven't got&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was left when that fire was gone? I thought it felt right but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that right was wrong,&lt;/span&gt; all caught up in the eye of the storm and trying to figure out what it's like moving on and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i don't even know what kind of things I've said, my mouth kept moving and my mind went dead, &lt;/span&gt;so, picking up the pieces, now where to begin? the hardest part of ending is starting again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I wanna do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what i haven't got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not the end. this is not the beginning, just a voice like a riot rocking every revision but you listen to the tone and the violet rhythm though the words sound steady something empty's within 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We say Yeah! with fists flying up in the air, like we're holding onto something that's invisible there 'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPO3SaXHHBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&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/BPO3SaXHHBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/3194126292335810914-8614842955763105425?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8614842955763105425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-was-never-meant-to-last.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8614842955763105425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8614842955763105425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-was-never-meant-to-last.html' title='this was never meant to last'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-113687115236327529</id><published>2010-12-05T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:55:03.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iwan rheon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misfits'/><title type='text'>it's you falling in love with me</title><content type='html'>but I don't love him I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's you falling in love with him what makes him become me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hzP90b8mdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hzP90b8mdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so amazing how I in love am with Simon now. From being a weird nerd to become a hot&lt;br /&gt;misterious and cute superhero!Iwan Rheon you are an amazing actor!seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPt8zLgwvII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5RObKl_q15Q/s1600/6976B226-328F-4326-B9F8-F99410209DEA_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPt8zLgwvII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5RObKl_q15Q/s400/6976B226-328F-4326-B9F8-F99410209DEA_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547164584742272130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPt8pcVNnSI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/AiUQwhnYXK4/s1600/C1A0A630-9695-4B60-ABE0-A8D7733D9A45_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPt8pcVNnSI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/AiUQwhnYXK4/s400/C1A0A630-9695-4B60-ABE0-A8D7733D9A45_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547164417458543906" 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/3194126292335810914-113687115236327529?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/113687115236327529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-falling-in-love-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/113687115236327529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/113687115236327529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-you-falling-in-love-with-me.html' title='it&apos;s you falling in love with me'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPt8zLgwvII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5RObKl_q15Q/s72-c/6976B226-328F-4326-B9F8-F99410209DEA_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6187762693187803021</id><published>2010-11-29T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:11:13.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate nash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>another undignified product of society</title><content type='html'>i used to love kate nash a lot, but after listening to this song i don't love her...SHE IS MY FUCKING IDOL, AMAZING KATE AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i fancy the hip rock 'n roll scene-ster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna be fucked and then rolled over, 'cause i'm an independant woman of the twentyfirst century;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no time for nits, i want sex and abortuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i read glamour, and the guardian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like flowers, and i'm hardian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i take cocaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't give a fuck about her, i want your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can get fucked like the best of men; like the best of men, like the worst of pain, inflicted on another young girl again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impressed by another guitar hero; he's a top score and you're a zero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- you're outta your league,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there ain't no rubber on the tracks; it's gravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you fall hard, cut quick and it's an std; a cut knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a side of stage grasp, a laugh, an after-show party in a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucked and expected to be fucked, a gasp from an uninformed intruder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the crowd go wild and things get ruder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're already out of hand and there's no one here to take your hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a cold shower and a scramble for a dirty pair 'o knickers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't get yours mixed up with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now get outta bed, get out, get out, get, get outta bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get up, get down and get undressed 'cause that's what you do best;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strip, strip, strip and shag, fuck get fucked and drag and be impressed by the better sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take a piece of raw vegetable, and hold it to your breast and say that you stood for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were just a whole that lacked passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another undignified product of society,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that girl shoulda been a mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't have to be your baby [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can make love [x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can get some [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am a mansion, i am a mansion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i won't take none of your shit. [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can try and have your way, but i have far too much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you will be asleep before I'm taking off my shirt [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i will be a lady [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i will never let you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ouTMXNO-cw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ouTMXNO-cw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a pity the album version it's not in youtube, but this works too, it makes the song look even more crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6187762693187803021?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6187762693187803021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-undignified-product-of-society.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6187762693187803021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6187762693187803021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-undignified-product-of-society.html' title='another undignified product of society'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1311205959811085052</id><published>2010-11-27T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:57:05.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>don't regret</title><content type='html'>i'm still a bit overwhelmed about what happened last night...i still cannot believe it, i mean, it was weird, no it wasn't i kind of wanted it to happen but now i feel weird...i don't like him, not at all, he is my friend, and i know he likes me and i like his attention and that's all...i just like the fact that he likes me but i don't like him...so what now? i don't know how to act, i mean, i will act normal but i don't know what he's expecting...i don't want to hurt him because he is my friend but i don't know...i don't know what to think, oh my god!i think i will just assume it, face it, deal with it, what it's done it's done and never regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if i regret it...a part of me does, another part doesn't, it's like why not? why not? why not......FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this isn't about the english guy who still pretends he doesn't care about me, this is about how I always screw things up&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPDxZfmvAiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rfR5HXk-0qs/s1600/tumblr_lauz0qvE0l1qajz3yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPDxZfmvAiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rfR5HXk-0qs/s400/tumblr_lauz0qvE0l1qajz3yo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544196561576067618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this picture because no matter how commercial you have become you will always be my husband and i will always love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-1311205959811085052?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1311205959811085052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-regret.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1311205959811085052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1311205959811085052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-regret.html' title='don&apos;t regret'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TPDxZfmvAiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rfR5HXk-0qs/s72-c/tumblr_lauz0qvE0l1qajz3yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6945953177490838893</id><published>2010-11-12T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:47:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just don't know how to feel about you anymore...when you were around i started with i pretend i don't have feelings, and that pretending became real. I don't feel anything, I feel nothing when you are around. it's like empty inside me. so i don't know how to feel anymore. what to feel. you are my friend and......that's all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6945953177490838893?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6945953177490838893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-dont-know-how-to-feel-about-you.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6945953177490838893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6945953177490838893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-dont-know-how-to-feel-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4842521109037838488</id><published>2010-11-01T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:39:11.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it's time to face the truth, i will never be with you</title><content type='html'>this is really killing me. i miss you so much. from talking and hanging out everyday to completely ignore you. it's been a week and a half since i haven't talk to you, just saw you 2 times and i just ignored you like the wall was more important. i'm not sure anymore if you have noticed, i think you did but..it just hurts. not being around. i miss you so much. i just wonder if you miss me too. the thing is that if you do you would never tell me so...stupid you. i just can't wait to see you again. but then i remember i'm ignoring you. but i want to see you, be around you and ignore just to see if you realize what i'm doing, if you realize i'm putting all my efforts in not go with you and ask about your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know but i have started seeing this danish guy, just to try to forget about you, and he is cute and all...and then my friend just asked "do you like him?" ... i couldn't answer that. i was thinking about you. and that just makes me wonder, what if can't like another person anymore? i hate you english guy, i hate your fucking cute accent, i hate your beautiful blue eyes and i hate your...dimple. i will always remember that afternoon when you were looking at me with that look you have, you smiled and said "you have a dimple" "yeah" "just one, like me" and you smiled to me in the cutest way ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4842521109037838488?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4842521109037838488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-to-face-truth-i-will-never-be.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4842521109037838488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4842521109037838488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-to-face-truth-i-will-never-be.html' title='it&apos;s time to face the truth, i will never be with you'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5027502206947923569</id><published>2010-10-28T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:17:12.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I understood</title><content type='html'>yesterday i finally understood. i understood. after one month trying, trying to make him see me, trying to be there all the time...but he just...doesn't care. All my friends told me, stop it, he doesn't want you, don't go after him please stop it...but i just can't..couldn't. when he's around he's the only thing that matters to me. after nothing happened, after seeing he doesn't care i started to listen to them. i won't talk to him, i won't look at him. and i did yesterday for the first time. the two of us in the same room and i wasn't talking with him. and he noticed. he noticed, and he tried to call my attention i just acted like i didn't care. and then he goes to bed without saying anything, without saying goodbye...although he promised me he would stay. after he left i was just mad. and i spoke to his friend. our friend. and after that conversation i understood. i understood. nothing is going to happen. EVER. in two months i'll be gone and all this will be just memories. and i cried. i cried all over the way home, 15 minutes crying in the street, then i went to bed and cried 'till i fall sleep...after a very dizzy day, i'm crying now again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i realized, i comprehended, i understood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-5027502206947923569?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5027502206947923569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-understood.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5027502206947923569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5027502206947923569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-understood.html' title='I understood'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-623679719472584019</id><published>2010-10-25T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:51:21.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the vampire diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>she won</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tm2fTISpG5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&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/tm2fTISpG5o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy llorando como una magdalena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-623679719472584019?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/623679719472584019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-won.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/623679719472584019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/623679719472584019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-won.html' title='she won'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8714516334891498992</id><published>2010-10-03T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:53:58.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really need this, write something and get it out, or I will just explode. I...don't really know how to start. I liked him before I met him. My friend called me and said, "There is an english boy living with me, he is so handsome and he has an accent. You are going to love him" So I went there to meet him and there he was, perfection. The second he started talking with that sexy english accent I was just crazy. He was a bit shy, and not very talkative but the cutest thing ever. The first 2 weeks we didn't have very much relation, but the third week we started to connect. Every time we were together we talked a lot and it was so fun. And then that night. He took my hand and danced with me all night. So close. So fucking close. His lips next to mine...and he didn't kiss me. I was sad about it but I just forgot. Our friendship kept growing and growing and we had a lot of fun. We danced again. So close. Nothing. We are just friends I repeated to myself, but my heart just doesn't think the same way...After 3 weekends still nothing happened, just friends, so I assumed it and lost the hope of having something more...and then that thursday...we started drinking shots...tequila...and more shots, and now we dance, and more shots and "you are so beautiful" and finally FINALLY he kisses me...and everything is so perfect, we dance we kiss we laugh we talk, a lot, and i love that, he is the cutest thing ever, and "you are amazing my spanish girl" and we go to his place...best night ever.&lt;br /&gt;The next day fairytale ends. When I see him everything normal, like the good friends we were before thursday night. But I am stupid, really stupid, and I got really drunk, REALLY DRUNK, I don't even know where I am, and I make the worst mistake ever...kissing another guy. After that nothing. 5 days of silence, when I see him again he acts normal but...he kind of avoids me. I go on a trip for the weekend so I disconnect I don't see him and I can think. The more I think the more I like him. I come back from the trip, and i see him again and everything seems cool between us he is just treating me the same way as before, we are really good friends, we connect...and then we have the conversation. As everything was going normal I really didn't want the why did you kiss another guy conversation. But we had it. And it was bad. Conclusion: he's pissed, i'm an idiot and for the moment we are just friends. OK. Week goes on and we go out together EVERYDAY and everything is so perfect we still have that connection, he's still my friend...and I...I am falling in love. Yesterday. I was having the best fun with my friends. I was so drunk. And he arrived to the party. And of course I had to talk to him. I should not have. We talk and he says I only want to be your friend, I don't want a relationship right now blah blah blah...LIAR I'M SORRY BUT YOU ARE LIAR maybe I'm just crazy, but I know he feels something for me...I'm not only one of his friends, I am different he knows "you are really into brittish, aren't you" oh god i'm stupid, i never...felt this way about anyone i think, and i'm really worried...am I in love? can you love a person you just know two months ago? what exactly is love? I have never been in love before, never had a boyfriend before, I don't know exactly what I am feeling...it's more than friendship, that's for sure, but love? what it's love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what it really is&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight&lt;br /&gt;As long as the wrong feels right&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm in flight high of a love&lt;br /&gt;Drunk from the hate&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm huffing paint&lt;br /&gt;And I love it the more that I suffer&lt;br /&gt;I sufficate&lt;br /&gt;And right before im about to drown&lt;br /&gt;She resuscitates me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she fucking hates me and I love it Wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where you going I'm leaving you no you ain't, Come back&lt;br /&gt;We're running right back&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again It's so insane&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it's going good&lt;br /&gt;It's going great I'm Superman with the wind in his bag&lt;br /&gt;She's Lois Lane&lt;br /&gt;But when it's bad it's awful&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed I snap who's that dude&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know his name&lt;br /&gt;I laid hands on her&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stoop so low again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know my own strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever love somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;You can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you're with them&lt;br /&gt;You meet&lt;br /&gt;And neither one of you&lt;br /&gt;Even know what hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Got that warm fuzzy feeling&lt;br /&gt;Yeah them chills&lt;br /&gt;Used to get 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting fucking sick&lt;br /&gt;Of looking at 'em&lt;br /&gt;You swore you've never hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Never do nothing to hurt 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in each other's face&lt;br /&gt;Spewing venom&lt;br /&gt;And these words&lt;br /&gt;When you spit 'em&lt;br /&gt;You push&lt;br /&gt;Pull each other's hair&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, claw, bit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Throw 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Pin 'em&lt;br /&gt;So lost in the moments&lt;br /&gt;When you're in 'em&lt;br /&gt;It's the rage that took over&lt;br /&gt;It controls you both&lt;br /&gt;So they say it's best&lt;br /&gt;To go your separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Guess that they don't know ya&lt;br /&gt;Cause today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is over&lt;br /&gt;It's a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sound like broken records&lt;br /&gt;Playin' over&lt;br /&gt;But you promised her&lt;br /&gt;Next time you'll show restraint&lt;br /&gt;You don't get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Life is no Nintendo game&lt;br /&gt;But you lied again&lt;br /&gt;Now you get to watch her leave&lt;br /&gt;Out the window&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why they call it window pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we said things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did things&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And we fall back&lt;br /&gt;Into the same patterns&lt;br /&gt;Same routine&lt;br /&gt;But your temper's just as bad&lt;br /&gt;As mine is&lt;br /&gt;You're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;You're just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come back&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;Baby it was me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship&lt;br /&gt;Isn't as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All I know is&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much&lt;br /&gt;To walk away though&lt;br /&gt;Come inside&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your bags off the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't you hear sincerity&lt;br /&gt;In my voice when I talk&lt;br /&gt;Told you this is my fault&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;I'll aim my fist&lt;br /&gt;At the dry wall&lt;br /&gt;Next time&lt;br /&gt;There will be no next time&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it's lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just want her back&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;If she ever tries to fucking leave again&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tie her to the bed&lt;br /&gt;And set the house on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ENGLISH BOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-8714516334891498992?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8714516334891498992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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favourite kind of smile&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out&lt;br /&gt;But you'd always wanna know what I was about&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I was upset&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget&lt;br /&gt;The look on my face when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot&lt;br /&gt;That you loved secretly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was on a hidden bit&lt;br /&gt;That nobody else could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,&lt;br /&gt;Actually I meant three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwEEsEEtzdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/mwEEsEEtzdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you go to denmark and meet this english guy with his english accent and you realize and you haven't got a chance......and you like him and you keep trying, oh english guy your accent drives me crazy, your smile is the cutest i've ever seen...the way you touched my arm while we were dancing...that look in your face...your mouth so close to my mouth...so fucking close...i wish you would've kiss me...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6374168099259125374?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6374168099259125374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-i-know-is-that-you-are-so-nice.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6374168099259125374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='casillas'/><title type='text'>Madre mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTMFNfUShKg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTMFNfUShKg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492979362130007778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TDr7oHZPluI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fnKtL397ZdA/s400/casillas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492979364971255378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TDr7oR-pllI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/7wDnTmLELA0/s400/campeones.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4096467365672231920?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4096467365672231920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/07/madre-mia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4096467365672231920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4096467365672231920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/07/madre-mia.html' title='Madre mia!'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TDr7oHZPluI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fnKtL397ZdA/s72-c/casillas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5242183469096522855</id><published>2010-06-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:59:09.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>I DON'T WANT IT</title><content type='html'>ya no es por celos, ni por el hecho de que vaya a ser mi futuro marido, sino que ella es una celebrity, lo que significa que el se va a convertir en una y el grupo también...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SAYING I DON'T WANT I'M SAYING I DON'T WANT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZaYlc3Y3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/PpAYvbTE5ag/s1600/tumblr_l2jmx8tlpv1qahnypo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172441636688914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZaQ20RVBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/n1Kr8F2VrVw/s400/tumblr_l4kvg6cW7q1qahnypo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZaWJa0ZCI/AAAAAAAAA04/zXDTu3ez-20/s1600/emma5162_116033a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487172532529554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZaWJa0ZCI/AAAAAAAAA04/zXDTu3ez-20/s400/emma5162_116033a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171697560370162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZli6pu_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/r8lvW3PugT8/s400/tumblr_l4kv03fMrD1qahnypo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZjHfHZ8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7OKmNM8zHQk/s1600/tumblr_l4llphaznl1qahnypo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171655837378498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZjHfHZ8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7OKmNM8zHQk/s400/tumblr_l4llphaznl1qahnypo1_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171542165148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZcgBi0mI/AAAAAAAAA0I/hrxJbOVZ6g8/s400/tumblr_l3t2f3bi741qahnypo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZZ58mDWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/4giJ9Vm_AMk/s1600/Kodak-moment-Emma-Watson-tattoo-Mother-Lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487171497584102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZZZ58mDWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/4giJ9Vm_AMk/s400/Kodak-moment-Emma-Watson-tattoo-Mother-Lover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bothers me the most...they look so cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2010/06/26/emma-watson-george-craig-dating/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2010/06/26/emma-watson-george-craig-dating/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3194126292335810914-5242183469096522855?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5242183469096522855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-it.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5242183469096522855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5242183469096522855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-it.html' title='I DON&apos;T WANT IT'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCZaQ20RVBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/n1Kr8F2VrVw/s72-c/tumblr_l4kvg6cW7q1qahnypo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6146090936974118314</id><published>2010-06-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:11:56.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>it's our world, the pictures of gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZa1ViT4Ihc&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/AZa1ViT4Ihc&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487084627778549074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCYKZas_NVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mEKuE_vrrVc/s400/15640520x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total obsession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6146090936974118314?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6146090936974118314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-our-world-pictures-of-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6146090936974118314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6146090936974118314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-our-world-pictures-of-gods.html' title='it&apos;s our world, the pictures of gods'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/TCYKZas_NVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mEKuE_vrrVc/s72-c/15640520x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2722926257082312293</id><published>2010-06-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:18:30.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pretty reckless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I am, I am, I am a zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vw5MYv-5xZE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Vw5MYv-5xZE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3194126292335810914-2722926257082312293?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2722926257082312293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-i-am-i-am-zombie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2722926257082312293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2722926257082312293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-i-am-i-am-zombie.html' title='I am, I am, I am a zombie'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1985314523285567700</id><published>2010-05-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:38:20.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thomas mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>when it's all over we can barely discuss for one minute only, not with the fortunate only</title><content type='html'>I had to do this because my Phoenix obsession is getting out of place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfQbB0xeao8&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/lfQbB0xeao8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Mars, I love you and your voice!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474210712019156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_hNo5OKPlI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tDhNc_ZT_Wg/s400/n19227674432_226581_525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474210959597270130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_hN3ThYdHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5KGYwh_vYBI/s400/atm-phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-1985314523285567700?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1985314523285567700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-its-all-over-we-can-barely-discuss.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1985314523285567700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1985314523285567700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-its-all-over-we-can-barely-discuss.html' title='when it&apos;s all over we can barely discuss for one minute only, not with the fortunate only'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_hNo5OKPlI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/tDhNc_ZT_Wg/s72-c/n19227674432_226581_525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6781782547730442940</id><published>2010-05-17T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:53:47.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>god, i miss your style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_G6qwm_awI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9f475bXPSO4/s1600/27names001-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472360265997576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_G6qwm_awI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9f475bXPSO4/s400/27names001-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472360271072227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_G6rDg4cDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1alpNLBWxSw/s400/27names02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S_G6qwm_awI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9f475bXPSO4/s72-c/27names001-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1695898492456879736</id><published>2010-05-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:30:35.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two door cinema club'/><title type='text'>She spoke words of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>pure love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x9B3QId1Ls&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/-x9B3QId1Ls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the basement people, to the basement &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471225624683058866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S-2yt8U_lrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/slXAztvjwY8/s400/Two%2BDoor%2BCinema%2BClub%2Bcoffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471225615324040450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S-2ytZdoTQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/zh16MuBK8Xk/s400/Two%2BDoor%2BCinema%2BClub3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471225613432565666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S-2ytSaqr6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/-Y8tzStQ1M4/s400/Two%2BDoor%2BCinema%2BClub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-1695898492456879736?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1695898492456879736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-spoke-words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1695898492456879736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1695898492456879736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-spoke-words-of-wisdom.html' title='She spoke words of wisdom...'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S-2yt8U_lrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/slXAztvjwY8/s72-c/Two%2BDoor%2BCinema%2BClub%2Bcoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4309288281488891934</id><published>2010-05-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:03:10.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I WANNA BE YOUR DOG</title><content type='html'>so messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLnL61pglb8&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/hLnL61pglb8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm ready to close my mind&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm ready to feel your hand&lt;br /&gt;and lose my heart on the burning sands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And NOW I wanna be your dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4309288281488891934?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4309288281488891934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-be-your-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4309288281488891934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4309288281488891934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-be-your-dog.html' title='I WANNA BE YOUR DOG'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5498564966628612533</id><published>2010-04-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:33:06.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonnie wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie campbell bower'/><title type='text'>Si los puntos suspensivos hablasen.........</title><content type='html'>Ay! Rubio, rubio lo que has hecho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9Sl8WtAGMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/y4_pKMs129U/s1600/230210_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174704212318402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9Sl8WtAGMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/y4_pKMs129U/s320/230210_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlwnVQpcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/gdScrhZQqXE/s1600/210210_Soho_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174502517712322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlwnVQpcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/gdScrhZQqXE/s320/210210_Soho_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9Slv6xCF6I/AAAAAAAAAx4/1Fw3D1G7dYk/s1600/181209_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174490554603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9Slv6xCF6I/AAAAAAAAAx4/1Fw3D1G7dYk/s320/181209_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvzKqZeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pY09R2BnJZU/s1600/131009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174488514618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvzKqZeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pY09R2BnJZU/s320/131009_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvbFKyQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uUjQ53HFo4Y/s1600/061209_BIFA_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174482049124610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvbFKyQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uUjQ53HFo4Y/s320/061209_BIFA_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvHHcGcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0sRA-8zmw8M/s1600/022010_BritishAirwaysAndBAFTAsSilentPicturehouse_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464174476689938882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9SlvHHcGcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0sRA-8zmw8M/s320/022010_BritishAirwaysAndBAFTAsSilentPicturehouse_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-5498564966628612533?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5498564966628612533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-los-puntos-suspensivos-hablasen.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5498564966628612533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5498564966628612533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-los-puntos-suspensivos-hablasen.html' title='Si los puntos suspensivos hablasen.........'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S9Sl8WtAGMI/AAAAAAAAAyI/y4_pKMs129U/s72-c/230210_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3570726403397442206</id><published>2010-04-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:37:42.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zach condon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert pattison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beirut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie campbell bower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>marry me...</title><content type='html'>let's make a list of the guys I'd marry...I have to introduce you to a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the first one and only it's, of course, George Craig...I don't think I need to talk about he is too much, we all know and if I start I won't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459752634715455746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwGCG3wQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/vCnglewB9_Q/s320/5488_1199346907251_1335870470_30544137_2225024_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the second one I'd marry is mr. campbell a.k.a. jamie campbell bower or as I like to call him the blonde one...we don't need words fot this guy either...(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459752639127357698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwGSiwCQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0f1Pkwky8ew/s320/12638_1194521075779_1611000037_506257_7864054_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the fourth one it'd be...Robert Pattison!!him and his damned movie with its damned final!!I just hate the fact he is surrounded by crazy-13-year-old girls all the time, but it's jusr true, he is one of the sexiest man on this planet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459752646818882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwGvMjZEI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RJdCUlEZ4OY/s320/cinemaniablog_pattinson_remember_me_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third??you'd be wondering...because mr.pattinson is in fourth position, who would be the third??well, I don't think you know him, and as I like weird, here it's him!ZACH CONDON DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME?there isn't for words for him either...just his voice...WHAT A VOICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Twz_P8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ApCjdP_xIBs/s1600/25474_377584908229_50593413229_3796918_2014385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753424222176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Twz_P8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ApCjdP_xIBs/s320/25474_377584908229_50593413229_3796918_2014385_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwzgjqnII/AAAAAAAAAwg/bdF6kuYnnQE/s1600/25474_377583818229_50593413229_3796886_6536238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753415983406210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwzgjqnII/AAAAAAAAAwg/bdF6kuYnnQE/s320/25474_377583818229_50593413229_3796886_6536238_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video that made feel in love with him...(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc3ZAs17uAg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/jc3ZAs17uAg&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Twzb7LatI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y1TvlQ6D_Y8/s1600/12319_375323228229_50593413229_3737097_4560525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753414739847890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Twzb7LatI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y1TvlQ6D_Y8/s320/12319_375323228229_50593413229_3737097_4560525_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His amazing tattoo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753426724558338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Tw0IkjlgI/AAAAAAAAAww/z9NjdJWn2RQ/s320/ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His band, called &lt;strong&gt;Beirut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753434049123186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8Tw0j23k3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/dCQ6w8Ub0mM/s320/n50593413229_1427926_5349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/N-mqhkuOF7s&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3194126292335810914-3570726403397442206?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3570726403397442206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/marry-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3570726403397442206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3570726403397442206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/marry-me.html' title='marry me...'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8TwGCG3wQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/vCnglewB9_Q/s72-c/5488_1199346907251_1335870470_30544137_2225024_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4247430419461678087</id><published>2010-04-12T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T05:58:31.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Sometimes a blow-job is not enough...</title><content type='html'>Are you frightened by the weight you possess&lt;br /&gt;Is this life just weight-lessness&lt;br /&gt;The smoggy twilight in LA&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of one right thing to say&lt;br /&gt;and Robbie williams is walking in the canyons&lt;br /&gt;Forgets that we were friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess it all depends on your mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't these meds be any damn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she said )&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;Like a waterpik shower massager&lt;br /&gt;A sweet reliable machine&lt;br /&gt;and to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;that don't feel less alone&lt;br /&gt;Water massager’s the purest love I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;like when I was 13&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;Like an art house foreign movie&lt;br /&gt;Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennui&lt;br /&gt;And allude to me and&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;A little more of a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;The part of me that's missing&lt;br /&gt;Instead of leaving me for some other&lt;br /&gt;Say we're perfect for each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we won't go and spend our lives...alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;Like an outsourced government contract&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fat cat&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' away with anything&lt;br /&gt;Kicking some secret special powers&lt;br /&gt;Illumination round it showers&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's tearing your hair out&lt;br /&gt;While we can have a bed of flowers&lt;br /&gt;(and I said) why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;like the chicks out of the roost&lt;br /&gt;and girls are happy just to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*missing part I can't really get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes a blow-job's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can’t you be&lt;br /&gt;A little less rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;The part of me that's missing&lt;br /&gt;Instead of leaving me for some other&lt;br /&gt;Say we're perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And I know we won't go and spend our lives..alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we...just live it, be&lt;br /&gt;and we could live our lives seperately&lt;br /&gt;could you forget? it happens to you, you and me&lt;br /&gt;and when we're dead, and you'll be dead, we'll have eternity&lt;br /&gt;And I will spend it all, missing you, missing you and me&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm alive I will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;A little more deep into me&lt;br /&gt;Like JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;Why do I challenge her&lt;br /&gt;In all its purpose&lt;br /&gt;Ways that you must prove&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;A little more release&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;Like a hand rolled cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I’m not choking&lt;br /&gt;This masochistic self-pity of smoking&lt;br /&gt;And this city dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I keep provoking you to leave me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(She said)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle I can snuff&lt;br /&gt;You’re still a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to god I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;How can I call your bluff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBsr24cYUYA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/OBsr24cYUYA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are from another version I have on my ipod that for some reason it's not on youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4247430419461678087?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4247430419461678087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-blow-job-is-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4247430419461678087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4247430419461678087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-blow-job-is-not-enough.html' title='Sometimes a blow-job is not enough...'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-7379526795596117054</id><published>2010-04-07T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:21:01.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaya scodelario'/><title type='text'>Today's the day when everything must change</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457369182362122818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7x4W2LbukI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vx2zFR6jiJY/s320/2-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaya loved...the soft fabrics and pastel palette of our clothes. &lt;em&gt;"Everyone usually wants to dress me in black"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457370101935871682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7x5MX25lsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/uYaDtc5hTO0/s320/7-3+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read...scripts. She's up for a role in a Martina Cole TV Drama, The Runaway, a role she wants &lt;em&gt;'more than any part ever'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458573394333609906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8C_lNWnL7I/AAAAAAAAAvo/AwBdlk0YwxY/s320/5-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Hannah Marshall spine-front dress was a big hit with Kaya, she said it made her feel &lt;em&gt;'grown-up and sexy'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458574217595798098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8DAVIPnQlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3puN0ScRJ8M/s320/4-2+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drank...Diet Coke.&lt;em&gt; 'I live off it. It just tastes better than water'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457370110600126354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7x5M4Inn5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/oYxGBO7aA-c/s320/7-3+-+copia+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;She revealed...girls crack on to Elliot, her boyfriend, in front of her, but they both just find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458575221867034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S8DBPlciNoI/AAAAAAAAAv4/N0qujT-lva8/s320/6-3+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She brought with her...no-one, though best friend, India, turned up to keep her company near the end of the shoot. &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/3194126292335810914-7379526795596117054?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7379526795596117054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-day-when-everything-must-change.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7379526795596117054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7379526795596117054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-day-when-everything-must-change.html' title='Today&apos;s the day when everything must change'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7x4W2LbukI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vx2zFR6jiJY/s72-c/2-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-7157686040291698637</id><published>2010-04-01T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:44:19.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Oh dear, is it really all true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one comes in and yes, you're alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223654661464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TZAspno3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/XKq297o_tgE/s320/inezvinnodhdecades04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't miss me, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223643477119154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TZAC_EELI/AAAAAAAAAug/7TJh7Y3v3pI/s320/inezvinnodhdecades02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Tennessee, what did you write?&lt;br /&gt;I come together in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223638402640946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TY_wFNrDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fNlddCZsZ3U/s320/inezvinnodh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh that's an ending that I can't write, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've got you to let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223635386640578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TY_k2JKMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Zgw_a7sXC50/s320/inezvanlamsweerdevinood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to be reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say "please don't make this harder."&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223634057172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TY_f5LFHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/oBQiGly3g-g/s320/inezvinnodhdecades05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just forgot how much I love(d) this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWSCUu6uOXI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-7157686040291698637?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7157686040291698637/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S7TZAspno3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/XKq297o_tgE/s72-c/inezvinnodhdecades04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8489110210518346351</id><published>2010-03-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:05:47.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lykke li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>you're the only one that knows</title><content type='html'>amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/340480126" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" 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href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-only-one-that-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8489110210518346351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8489110210518346351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-only-one-that-knows.html' title='you&apos;re the only one that knows'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5853799614306171760</id><published>2010-03-11T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:06:59.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lea michele'/><title type='text'>One shot, one gun shot and BAM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter&lt;br /&gt;Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to&lt;br /&gt;If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you&lt;br /&gt;Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't make it&lt;br /&gt;But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection&lt;br /&gt;A freckle on the nose of life's complexion&lt;br /&gt;The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye&lt;br /&gt;I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only can die once, right, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have my bite, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"&lt;br /&gt;I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna live and live NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Get what I want, I know how!&lt;br /&gt;One roll for the whole shebang!&lt;br /&gt;One throw that bell will go clang,&lt;br /&gt;Eye on the target and wham,&lt;br /&gt;One shot, one gun shot and BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't make it&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"&lt;br /&gt;I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448598725691042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S51PrFB16_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/sW5bOrcL5fE/s320/Glee%2BCast%2BRachel%2BBerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-5853799614306171760?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5853799614306171760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-shot-one-gun-shot-and-bam.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5853799614306171760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5853799614306171760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-shot-one-gun-shot-and-bam.html' title='One shot, one gun shot and BAM!!'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S51PrFB16_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/sW5bOrcL5fE/s72-c/Glee%2BCast%2BRachel%2BBerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-87162509024467082</id><published>2010-02-18T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:34:04.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of lesbian'/><title type='text'>Putas ganas de seguir el show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hasta aquí&amp;shy; llego el ritual de enfados y canibalismo estúpido.&lt;br /&gt;Son demasiadas horas en vela y nada que decir.&lt;br /&gt;Descansamos nuestra espalda en las persianas bien cerradas,&lt;br /&gt;tú y yo anémicos y a cada parpadeo calmado intentamos dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapias mal llevadas sin nadie que mediara por dos histéricos.&lt;br /&gt;Mis gritos envasados al vací&amp;shy;o reventaron al fin.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora congelo cada instante sabiendo de antemano&lt;br /&gt;que son los últimos la noche que el 99 llegó hasta abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439730687932283474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S33OPV_-ulI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/97OuHQa9pC4/s320/3560551073_9c8bfbe058_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ya no hay ganas de seguir el show, ni de continuar fingiendo,&lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero ser espectador, relax, entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto quién pensó el guión,&lt;br /&gt;debe estar bastante enfermo.&lt;br /&gt;Fue el estreno de un gran director,&lt;br /&gt;le caerán mil premios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Y al subir al taxi mis palabras son vapor de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dejo el alma cuando escribo en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;"que sea cierto el jamás"&lt;br /&gt;¡Oh, cállate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora relájate, ella lo lleva bien,&lt;br /&gt;está aliviada, ¿ves?.&lt;br /&gt;Todo ha acabado bien.&lt;br /&gt;Te dice "fíjate, mira mis manos, ¿ves?&lt;br /&gt;no pesan nada, ¿ves? están flotando ¿ves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439729873140176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S33Nf6qZ1SI/AAAAAAAAAsI/k6KYIu9psVU/s320/3561368312_77fb13e33e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putas ganas de seguir el show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y de continuar mintiendo&lt;br /&gt;y en un travelling algo veloz sale un "fin" en negro.&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto quién pensó el guión, debe estar bastante enfermo.&lt;br /&gt;Fue el estreno de un gran director, le caerán mil premios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a medias del viaje, callo a gritos que no quieras bajar.&lt;br /&gt;Y pierdo la conciencia cuando escucho como dices&lt;br /&gt;"que sea cierto el jamás"&lt;br /&gt;¡Oh,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; MUÉRETE&lt;/span&gt;&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/3194126292335810914-87162509024467082?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/87162509024467082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/putas-ganas-de-seguir-el-show.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/87162509024467082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/87162509024467082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/putas-ganas-de-seguir-el-show.html' title='Putas ganas de seguir el show'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S33OPV_-ulI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/97OuHQa9pC4/s72-c/3560551073_9c8bfbe058_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4232028592333472721</id><published>2010-02-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:54:30.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chloë sevigny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason schwartzman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Any fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found one of the most beautiful music videos I've ever seen. Everything in it it's like so inspiring, really love it. Love it so much that I had to take captures of it. I wanted to take two or three and I ended up taking more than ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloë Sevigny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looks so so beautiful in this video!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437365998196053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VnkSRDV1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/38OpeJ2p1ss/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437366004556047970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3Vnkp9ZJmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/j2CbEGsao_s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE her hair, it's so messy, it reminds me of mine...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437366655804267874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VoKkDEXWI/AAAAAAAAArA/waLGRkSHU9A/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437366664261663138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VoLDjd-aI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ykZlqjmKF_s/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437366662266065714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VoK8HrkzI/AAAAAAAAArI/D_k3rcauzpc/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love the girl with the sunglasses and the cigarette, she's like the coolest girl I've ever seen...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437367216594296050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VorNJ1HPI/AAAAAAAAArY/JL61T6UFmHQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437367220982269042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VordgARHI/AAAAAAAAArg/1NnwTTQKgaY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Schwartzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not only an actor, he writes, sings and plays all intruments in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coconut Records&lt;/span&gt;. He is a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437368030764926562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VpamLPBmI/AAAAAAAAAro/xN92OgNa2Kw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437368034972793906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3Vpa12d_DI/AAAAAAAAArw/l_JRolleak8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell in love with this capture of the back of Chloë, don't know why but I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437368993034448146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VqSm6KrRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/D1Xk47QWuik/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437368995903654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VqSxmPSWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/dzqKsBPM2_g/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you wanna watch the video, right? Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzyzP5upKMY&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/NzyzP5upKMY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&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/3194126292335810914-4232028592333472721?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4232028592333472721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/any-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4232028592333472721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4232028592333472721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/any-fun.html' title='Any fun'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3VnkSRDV1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/38OpeJ2p1ss/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3785249384970391114</id><published>2010-02-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:43:55.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naomily'/><title type='text'>we were special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989131969015330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDUH3lriI/AAAAAAAAApo/3IZNs_KOqPk/s320/ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm sorry!I'm so sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989271487867234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDcPneaWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Y3nkYKmMIjk/s320/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989145064278226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDU4pviNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vSHQ3JqiHdY/s320/em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You don't want anyone to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989134898747330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDUSyF18I/AAAAAAAAApw/dOpQ7Tn9yiA/s320/eeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I could be dead in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989265832071186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDb6jB0BI/AAAAAAAAAqI/gzFwe-ZZFAw/s320/ems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everything is...so...fragile. Don't you realize that?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We were special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989128283492706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDT6I5EWI/AAAAAAAAApg/fLcICMA41Mg/s320/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989273999540434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDcY-TgNI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6y5XKNEilpM/s320/naom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You're always scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989142280886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDUuSIWJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uolZybFYwXg/s320/eeems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emily!Emily!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435991115403684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CFHkvQ6bI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TypDzZlxTHk/s320/naa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-3785249384970391114?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3785249384970391114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-were-special.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3785249384970391114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3785249384970391114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-were-special.html' title='we were special...'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S3CDUH3lriI/AAAAAAAAApo/3IZNs_KOqPk/s72-c/ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1160735534956368797</id><published>2010-01-31T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:35:47.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krystal simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>TOTALLY MAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh, I wish I had a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a loving man in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxrNFnnBI/AAAAAAAAApA/OIMj4sWMqPg/s1600-h/teamo12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432943881298091026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxrNFnnBI/AAAAAAAAApA/OIMj4sWMqPg/s320/teamo12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I had a father&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I would've turned out right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432943872712907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxqtGwGrI/AAAAAAAAAow/GWIUovYRVKw/s320/newLomoNoVignette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'm just crazy, I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTALLY MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah I'm just crazy, I'm fucked in the head&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432943857039752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2Wxpyt-vbI/AAAAAAAAAog/2oAkbLqiKBw/s320/DSC_0038-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe if I really tried with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Then I could make a brand new start in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxqJx39LI/AAAAAAAAAoo/08GVphEa5ZY/s1600-h/re23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432943863230100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxqJx39LI/AAAAAAAAAoo/08GVphEa5ZY/s320/re23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I wish I had a suntan&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432943874290331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2Wxqy-1sNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JKViU43V-KQ/s320/DSC_0003-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I wish I had a beach house&lt;br /&gt;Then we could make a big fire every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432945610473277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WzP2xHCeI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bEREZwXQaAc/s320/hearttightsLomoMediumVignette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead I'm just crazy, I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;TOTALLY MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah I'm just crazy, I'm fucked in the head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432945615160692034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WzQIOrTUI/AAAAAAAAApY/aQFK4Y3b4vM/s320/re8-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe if I really tried with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Then I could make a brand new start in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuoTjYYqe4c&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/SuoTjYYqe4c&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&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;Pictures: &lt;a href="http://www.whatisrealityanyway.com/"&gt;Krystal Simpson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3194126292335810914-1160735534956368797?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1160735534956368797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/totally-mad.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1160735534956368797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1160735534956368797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/totally-mad.html' title='TOTALLY MAD'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2WxrNFnnBI/AAAAAAAAApA/OIMj4sWMqPg/s72-c/teamo12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6275167592778147881</id><published>2010-01-28T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:35:22.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie campbell bower'/><title type='text'>oh boy, you've left me speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't believe what you said to me, last night, we were alone&lt;br /&gt;You threw your hands up, Baby you gave up, you gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431812879310171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtCOWsrLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/MU8nFpE0ldI/s320/5496_1202751388500_1220051530_30583865_6832335_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe how you looked at me with your James Dean glossy eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431812880184761538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtCRnN3MI/AAAAAAAAAoA/q3KT2lBFdOM/s320/6012_1144809513021_1611000037_375961_7397800_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your tight jeans with your long hair  and your cigarette stained lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431812891854793778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtC9FkbDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Uqd6dLatoZs/s320/10732_1158990587539_1611000037_416759_4487295_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could we fix you if you broke? And is your punch line just a joke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431812895685767314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtDLW8cJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VYkA0IJ6mCw/s320/10732_1158990867546_1611000037_416765_4322348_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never talk again &lt;strong&gt;Oh boy you've left me speechless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've left me speechless, so speechless&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431812887984731266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtCuq39II/AAAAAAAAAoI/zILNMF7xL4k/s320/6572_1125894760164_1611000037_321935_7490741_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lady GaGa - speechless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6275167592778147881?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6275167592778147881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-boy-youve-left-me-speechless.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6275167592778147881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6275167592778147881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-boy-youve-left-me-speechless.html' title='oh boy, you&apos;ve left me speechless'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S2GtCOWsrLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/MU8nFpE0ldI/s72-c/5496_1202751388500_1220051530_30583865_6832335_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-9144789469463383322</id><published>2010-01-25T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:02:01.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobrasnake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlanta de cadenet'/><title type='text'>lo mas rock&amp;roll de por aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;En 2008 fue Cory Kennedy, en 2009 Tallulah Morton...para 2010 ya tenemos chica: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atlanta de Cadenet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767973914448562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sua9ErI/AAAAAAAAAng/Z6SKEnzhnIY/s320/i6feap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sw--0EI/AAAAAAAAAno/znx-de-5VuI/s1600-h/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767974602428482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sw--0EI/AAAAAAAAAno/znx-de-5VuI/s320/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430766722740778850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S131j5b592I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/--Qv6rzI9VY/s320/2n73v2u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero esa diadema rosa, quiero esa diadema rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430769164252198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S133yAxltRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zwyOoeTYRH4/s320/1hqntf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sIbsWlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fKYL9bZkH74/s1600-h/14e9t3l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767963716999762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sIbsWlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fKYL9bZkH74/s320/14e9t3l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente me tengo que comprar las medias de corazones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132EXtseiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zbbn_zTSCIw/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767280624269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132EXtseiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zbbn_zTSCIw/s320/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132EBJLlNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8I-1K-SxLBo/s1600-h/21d0fms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767274565539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132EBJLlNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8I-1K-SxLBo/s320/21d0fms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132D8EV97I/AAAAAAAAAm4/HZrqpUWNzCY/s1600-h/ridqap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767273203070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132D8EV97I/AAAAAAAAAm4/HZrqpUWNzCY/s320/ridqap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132DscMjBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/li4-_pu0dHo/s1600-h/f0zw1t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767269008149522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132DscMjBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/li4-_pu0dHo/s320/f0zw1t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un tatuaje como ese meencantameencantameencantameencataaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132DXgFEoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tfAf9qjS_Bo/s1600-h/qn0dvq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767263387292290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132DXgFEoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tfAf9qjS_Bo/s320/qn0dvq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S131jDQIEcI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Z4M36s0o6tI/s1600-h/2d2jexl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430766708195856834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S131jDQIEcI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Z4M36s0o6tI/s320/2d2jexl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero que veo en esta foto: color de uñas, igual que el mio...:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430767967778100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sXj71WI/AAAAAAAAAnY/kjklte_F6_0/s320/20781tl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-9144789469463383322?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/9144789469463383322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/lo-mas-rock-de-por-aqui.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/9144789469463383322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/9144789469463383322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/lo-mas-rock-de-por-aqui.html' title='lo mas rock&amp;roll de por aqui'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S132sua9ErI/AAAAAAAAAng/Z6SKEnzhnIY/s72-c/i6feap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2750885440363305970</id><published>2010-01-20T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:13:29.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lykke li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>say it now 'cause when I'm gone you'll be callin' but I won't be at the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_k8xS3GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dX2S0jm-BNE/s1600-h/likke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_kQ1TC7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/W8L7ba18wnQ/s320/li.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428948136788954034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_kLNVopI/AAAAAAAAAk4/DHu0tVvfitg/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_kLNVopI/AAAAAAAAAk4/DHu0tVvfitg/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428948135279174290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_kjXlDVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fC3WINjLp3k/s1600-h/lik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_kjXlDVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fC3WINjLp3k/s320/lik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428948141764578642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encanta esta última foto, tengo yo una con la misma mueca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-2750885440363305970?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2750885440363305970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-it-now-cause-when-im-gone-youll-be.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2750885440363305970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2750885440363305970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-it-now-cause-when-im-gone-youll-be.html' title='say it now &apos;cause when I&apos;m gone you&apos;ll be callin&apos; but I won&apos;t be at the phone'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1d_k8xS3GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dX2S0jm-BNE/s72-c/likke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4870117024616441871</id><published>2010-01-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:13:03.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario testino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>Should I stay? should I go? 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HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S0jGOgIhxuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/CQC-OcNm2VE/s320/19955_277828576424_122792026424_4903002_6151759_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S0jGOaVsrYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yxkad_ylqeE/s1600-h/19955_277828566424_122792026424_4903001_3575750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424803702058560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S0jGOaVsrYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yxkad_ylqeE/s320/19955_277828566424_122792026424_4903001_3575750_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No hay palabras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4870117024616441871?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4870117024616441871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i-stay-should-i-go-i-cant-make.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4870117024616441871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4870117024616441871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i-stay-should-i-go-i-cant-make.html' title='Should I stay? should I go? I can&apos;t make up my mind anymoooooooore'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S0jGfleVLnI/AAAAAAAAAko/YA1e0gFX3nA/s72-c/19955_277830486424_122792026424_4903106_3796823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5250520887974037177</id><published>2009-12-28T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:20:33.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Capaz o incapaz?</title><content type='html'>Hacia mucho &lt;strong&gt;MUCHO&lt;/strong&gt; que no veia una peli y me enamoraba de ella, y digo enamorarme de tener ganas de verla 50 veces seguidas hasta aprenderme los dialogos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkwVUGarLqs&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/PkwVUGarLqs&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&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;em&gt;Felicidad en estado puro, brutal, natural, volcánico, que﻿ gozada, era lo mejor del mundo... Mejor que la droga, mejor que la heroína, mejor que el costo, la coca, chutes, porros, hachís, rallas, petas, hierba, marihuana, cannabis, canutos, anfetas, tripis, ácidos, lsd ,éxtasis...&lt;br /&gt;Mejor que el sexo, que una felación, que un 69, una orgía, una paja, el sexo tántrico, el kamasutra,﻿ las bolas chinas... Mejor que la nocilla y los batidos de plátano...&lt;br /&gt;Mejor que la trilogía de George Lucas, que la serie completa de los Teleñecos, que el fin del Milenio... Mejor que los andares de Ally Mcbeal, Marilyn, la Pitufina, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell y que el lunar de Cindy Crawford... Mejor que el pequeño paso de Amstrong sobre la Luna, el Space Mountain, Papa Noel, la fortuna de Bill Gates, los tratos del Dalai Lama, las malas experiencias cercanas a la muerte, la resurrección de Lázaro, todos los﻿ chutes de testosterona de Schwarzenegger, el colágeno de los labios de Pamela Anderson, mejor que los excesos de Morrinson... Mejor que la libertad... &lt;strong&gt;Mejor﻿ que la vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SzlLCCswYaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mLjIQSLFLoE/s1600-h/jeux_d_enfants_2002_reference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420446124973515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SzlLCCswYaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mLjIQSLFLoE/s320/jeux_d_enfants_2002_reference.jpg" 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/3194126292335810914-5250520887974037177?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5250520887974037177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/12/capaz-o-incapaz.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5250520887974037177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5250520887974037177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/12/capaz-o-incapaz.html' title='Capaz o incapaz?'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SzlLCCswYaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mLjIQSLFLoE/s72-c/jeux_d_enfants_2002_reference.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4114347410970121881</id><published>2009-12-20T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:54:11.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Just because it's Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sy5jBwEx1KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/prT9WAHXhdo/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417376283509249186" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sy5jt46QQCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/1LMXQTLb7Io/s320/la12.jpg" 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/3194126292335810914-4114347410970121881?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4114347410970121881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-its-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4114347410970121881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4114347410970121881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-its-christmas.html' title='Just because it&apos;s Christmas...'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sy5jBwEx1KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/prT9WAHXhdo/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1721940122395317302</id><published>2009-11-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:01:25.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plasticines'/><title type='text'>B I T C H</title><content type='html'>B  I  T  C  H    in disguise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dSeZr3AvzHA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/dSeZr3AvzHA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sw2K3-sdogI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YRsJGt80NEo/s1600/l_f47571892138494ca2357be18c1b9a97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408131421868761602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sw2MYl5Y45I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ezttNr6TsSg/s320/l_e2cfee41fb274c64a1f886e25e2564f8.jpg" 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/3194126292335810914-1721940122395317302?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1721940122395317302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-i-t-c-h.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1721940122395317302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1721940122395317302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-i-t-c-h.html' title='B I T C H'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sw2K3-sdogI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YRsJGt80NEo/s72-c/l_f47571892138494ca2357be18c1b9a97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3797417833749418498</id><published>2009-11-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:37:12.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?</title><content type='html'>Really abandoned this. I don't really know why, but the thing is that I don't have really much time so my latest uploads are of music because it's so easy I put the video and the lyrics, even sometimes just the video...and I like it but I feel that I should do more with, don't you think? Actually I don't even who I'm talking to because it seems that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt; is the only one who writes!(I really appreciate)&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm gonna make a super post with everything that comes to my mind, and as I'm with my sister's computer (mine is crap, in christmas I'll have a new one :D) I don't really have many pictures here and it's not gonna be the same, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason I made myself a blog was because I used to read (I still do but not so often) lots of fashion blogs and I didn't know where to keep the sites, so if I had my own I could read them all. Another reason was that I have a lots of things in my mind and I needed a place to put them. Last year I was more into fashion, this one it's like I'm more into music. My last discovery is an english band called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The Answering Machine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They are so good, they have their own style and I really love their music!My favourite song of them it's &lt;em&gt;emergency,&lt;/em&gt; you can listen to it, it's the first one of my playlist!:)I like so muck too &lt;em&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/em&gt; because everytime I listen to it I feel like dancing, and&lt;em&gt; the infomation&lt;/em&gt; because it's totally the kind of song I love, here you have it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-eugxTXboN0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-eugxTXboN0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&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;em&gt;and I know, you're so awkward on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;please don't speak so loud&lt;br /&gt;why won't you come home?&lt;br /&gt;so just stay out all night...again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about other things I like...TV Shows!What would I do without them? Actually right now I'm just watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gossip &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; How I met your mother&lt;/span&gt; weekly because like I said I don't have time, but I have to end watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Greek, True Blood &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Entourage&lt;/span&gt;. And oh! Yesterday El internado started so another one to the list! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starts in january, I'm really dying for it, I used to like more Gossip but this third season is not being so good, so I'n really dying for skins (specially for effy). Jamie Brittain(wirter of skins) said effy was his favourite character of skins 4 so please I need to watch it noow!well I still have to wait 3 months, but we have the previews!!(for the moment just one) and I didn't like at all because effy doesn't appear!!Just one scenee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e4.com/video/bsT92GRq7Lu6v6G5QKRjl1/play.e4"&gt;http://www.e4.com/video/bsT92GRq7Lu6v6G5QKRjl1/play.e4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a thing I've never talked about here!Books!Believe it or not I read, not too much, I have to say but I read. My favourite book is La sombra del viento, the book is so perfect, the story, the characters...love it!Read it like five times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last book I read it's called "La soledad de los numeros primos" and I think it was super sad. And weird. The characters are so special and they have a special connection that (I think) they don't use. The boy and the girl they both had 'an accident' in their childhood that touch them forever. Sorry but I'm gonna tell you his 'accident' because it's so...can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had a twin sister. He was super intelligent and was kind of superdotated, but her sister wasn't. Actually she had lots of problems and couldn't even speak. When they were in school, everyone laugh of her because she wasn't like the other kids (she was retarded), and they laugh of him too for being her brother. Her twin brother. He was so embarrased of her. One day a kid invited them to a birthday party, and he didn't want her to go, but the mother insisted. On the way they passed a park, and as they were alone he decided to left her there during the party, and then he'll be back. He went to the party without her, letting her alone in the park, and 3 hours later when he came back she wasn't there. She never appeared again. There was a small river in the park and she liked water. Or maybe somebody kidnapped her and she was still alive...nobody knows but she never appeared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad, don't you think?Sorry that I tell but when I read it, it was so shocking! I recomend the book, even there's not too much action, it's special...&lt;br /&gt;The girl, Alice is a very strange character too, and she never eats, which reminds me a lot of cassie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now if you read 'till here I'll give you a present!!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SwLc4A4AE7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/03JVWB_OEHQ/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405125357663687602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SwLc4A4AE7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/03JVWB_OEHQ/s320/cats.jpg" 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/3194126292335810914-3797417833749418498?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3797417833749418498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-remember-lives-we-stole-from.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3797417833749418498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3797417833749418498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-remember-lives-we-stole-from.html' title='Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SwLc4A4AE7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/03JVWB_OEHQ/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4723658092391528775</id><published>2009-11-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:41:17.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Moon river what'd you do to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucw4fXlMj0o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/ucw4fXlMj0o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustland fairytale beginin&lt;br /&gt;Just another white trash&lt;br /&gt;County kiss&lt;br /&gt;Sixty one&lt;br /&gt;Long brown hair and foolish eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look just like you gone into some&lt;br /&gt;Kind of slick chrome american prince&lt;br /&gt;A blue jean serenade&lt;br /&gt;Moon river what'd you do to be&lt;br /&gt;But i don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some cinderella in a party dress but&lt;br /&gt;She was looking for a night gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I saw the devil warping up his hands&lt;br /&gt;Hes getting ready for the show down&lt;br /&gt;I saw the minute that i turn away&lt;br /&gt;I got my money on a pond tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change came in disguised of revelation&lt;br /&gt;Set his soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd always knew he'd come around&lt;br /&gt;And the decades disappear like sinking&lt;br /&gt;Ships we persevere god gives us hope&lt;br /&gt;But we still fear&lt;br /&gt;We don't know&lt;br /&gt;The mind is poison castle in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Sit stranded vandalized&lt;br /&gt;The draw bridge is closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cinderella in a party dress but&lt;br /&gt;She was looking for a night gown&lt;br /&gt;I saw the devil warping up his hands&lt;br /&gt;Hes getting ready for the show down&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ending were they turned the page&lt;br /&gt;I threw my money and i ran away&lt;br /&gt;Strait to the vally of the great divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were the dreams roll high&lt;br /&gt;And were the wind dont blow&lt;br /&gt;Out here the good girls die&lt;br /&gt;And the sky wont snow&lt;br /&gt;Out here the bird don't sing&lt;br /&gt;Out here the field don't grow&lt;br /&gt;Out here the bell don't ring&lt;br /&gt;Out here the bell don't ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out here the good girls die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now cinderella don't you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Its such a bitter form of refuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ahh don't you know the kingdoms under siege&lt;br /&gt;And everybody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Is there still magic in the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;Or did you leave it back in sixty-one&lt;br /&gt;In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes&lt;br /&gt;And were the dreams roll high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-4723658092391528775?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4723658092391528775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-river-whatd-you-do-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4723658092391528775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4723658092391528775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-river-whatd-you-do-to-be.html' title='Moon river what&apos;d you do to be'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3481240481908095073</id><published>2009-10-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:28:29.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie campbell bower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>Yes mate</title><content type='html'>My current love is Jamie Campbell Bower. Since I saw him on the news because of the New Moon premiere (they didn't show the movie just trailers) I fell for him. Surfing the Internet I fell even more in love and when I discovered he had a band (The Darling Buds) was totally determinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-Zz5vMvkI/AAAAAAAAAew/cAzzoaa7PE8/s1600-h/n32638289029_940219_8482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696395936939586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-Zz5vMvkI/AAAAAAAAAew/cAzzoaa7PE8/s320/n32638289029_940219_8482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him was in Sweeney Todd, and I just thought what a hot guy, but I didn't know that he was such a famous actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-aV3WjChI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NjuehhwcR5c/s1600-h/jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696979412224530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-aV3WjChI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NjuehhwcR5c/s320/jam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-aVXLBCBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FTk0dfdVMoU/s1600-h/sweeneytoddpubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390696970773923858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-aVXLBCBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FTk0dfdVMoU/s320/sweeneytoddpubo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know everything about him, or I didn't realized I already knew him!Found his twitter and what? I've already been here. Oh-my-God! He's one of George's best mates!Why I just realized one year later he was friend of him!!They are a lot like each other, you see that just for reading their tweets, and now I understand why I like him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-b1zmVtKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DAG0WWRR0zQ/s1600-h/4892_1173378418055_1335870470_30450524_2366048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390698627672159394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-b1zmVtKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DAG0WWRR0zQ/s320/4892_1173378418055_1335870470_30450524_2366048_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-b1Xcwg_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/DtKMeeaj11w/s1600-h/4862_1170970117849_1335870470_30441910_4021333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390698620115780594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-b1Xcwg_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/DtKMeeaj11w/s320/4862_1170970117849_1335870470_30441910_4021333_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with George from the last Isle of Wight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cQ6YJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gWZeqBx32Zc/s1600-h/n32638289029_940205_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699093348177490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cQ6YJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gWZeqBx32Zc/s320/n32638289029_940205_1460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cRJhQNlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lrJkqugtIx8/s1600-h/n32638289029_948280_8357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699097412875858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cRJhQNlI/AAAAAAAAAfg/lrJkqugtIx8/s320/n32638289029_948280_8357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cRST_ARI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rHq6FXqWh4I/s1600-h/n32638289029_940208_2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699099773141266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-cRST_ARI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rHq6FXqWh4I/s320/n32638289029_940208_2162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-ciMzqSpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hTYaKp_sRTg/s1600-h/33310535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699390353164946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-ciMzqSpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hTYaKp_sRTg/s320/33310535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-3481240481908095073?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3481240481908095073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-mate.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3481240481908095073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3481240481908095073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-mate.html' title='Yes mate'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Ss-Zz5vMvkI/AAAAAAAAAew/cAzzoaa7PE8/s72-c/n32638289029_940219_8482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-617959639777736195</id><published>2009-10-05T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:33:44.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>Totally in love with this video!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vm0QtN7wBE4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/vm0QtN7wBE4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found at &lt;a href="http://amlul,com"&gt;gala's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-617959639777736195?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/617959639777736195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-short.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/617959639777736195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/617959639777736195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1492718343195207050</id><published>2009-09-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:27:13.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pete doherty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate moss'/><title type='text'>what katie did</title><content type='html'>Oh what you gonna do, Katie?&lt;br /&gt;You're a sweet sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's a cruel, cruel world&lt;br /&gt;a cruel, cruel world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLxcw0gI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Ne4k2gkCI3M/s1600-h/1193967640_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016740610822658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLxcw0gI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Ne4k2gkCI3M/s320/1193967640_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pins are none too strong, Katie&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, Mrs Brown&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming down&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it won't take none too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLfPZesI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cfMcF3Y6S3w/s1600-h/Kate-Moss--C10115813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016735722928834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLfPZesI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cfMcF3Y6S3w/s320/Kate-Moss--C10115813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Polka dots fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLAY7RsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xJ_11TOe2nA/s1600-h/1227519886046_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016727441393346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLAY7RsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xJ_11TOe2nA/s320/1227519886046_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do Katie?&lt;br /&gt;You're a sweet, sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;But it's a cruel, cruel world&lt;br /&gt;a cruel, cruel world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGjXHufdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WdkZTxkuwbQ/s1600-h/kate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016046348500434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGjXHufdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WdkZTxkuwbQ/s320/kate1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety pins are none too strong Katie&lt;br /&gt;they hold my life together&lt;br /&gt;And I never say never&lt;br /&gt;And I never say never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGjFJvMvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t5NkraZ9rDA/s1600-h/1194042506_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016041525097202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGjFJvMvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t5NkraZ9rDA/s320/1194042506_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;The polka dots fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGikW9NGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VZcw88pmD5Y/s1600-h/1193247592_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016032722170978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGikW9NGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VZcw88pmD5Y/s320/1193247592_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;the polka dots fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Say you want&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't but don't leave me standing&lt;br /&gt;Say you will, it's up to anyone&lt;br /&gt;That's what they all like to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGiNxJV8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/6ruV0I26FWc/s1600-h/1189810010_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387016026658002882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGiNxJV8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/6ruV0I26FWc/s320/1189810010_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKGh9evEHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i1p06zieyK0/s1600-h/1236x4x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;the polka dots fill the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhnK5zXOwL8&amp;amp;hl=es&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/XhnK5zXOwL8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&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/3194126292335810914-1492718343195207050?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1492718343195207050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-katie-did.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1492718343195207050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1492718343195207050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-katie-did.html' title='what katie did'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SsKHLxcw0gI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Ne4k2gkCI3M/s72-c/1193967640_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-9095648368286307631</id><published>2009-09-24T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:52:08.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario testino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>Not my imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;George Craig is rumoured to be Mario Testino's new favourite, and was out in London last night on the eve of his catwalk debut with Burberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SruHL5cgDdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D9U7QvhGDds/s1600-h/9121-3083-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385046417920232914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SruHL5cgDdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D9U7QvhGDds/s320/9121-3083-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/showbiz/article-23747493-mario-testino-favourite-george-craig-celebrates-burberry-catwalk-debut.do;jsessionid=9176458E4EF69AB47057FE318A09C66B"&gt;http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/showbiz/article-23747493-mario-testino-favourite-george-craig-celebrates-burberry-catwalk-debut.do;jsessionid=9176458E4EF69AB47057FE318A09C66B&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SruHMe1hG0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/ucQuPIMRheY/s1600-h/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385046427957271362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SruHMe1hG0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/ucQuPIMRheY/s320/gb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm the happiest girl in this world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-9095648368286307631?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/9095648368286307631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-my-imagination.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/9095648368286307631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/9095648368286307631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-my-imagination.html' title='Not my imagination'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SruHL5cgDdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D9U7QvhGDds/s72-c/9121-3083-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2061369469765139354</id><published>2009-09-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:21:36.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeremy kapone'/><title type='text'>Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>tell me what it is, it isn’t fair but&lt;br /&gt;I’m wasting time, 'cause it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault&lt;br /&gt;and every situation understands, well&lt;br /&gt;the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again&lt;br /&gt;and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked&lt;br /&gt;and all the letters that I have never sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sitting by the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;but he was scared,&lt;br /&gt;’cause it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting older’s not been on my plans&lt;/strong&gt; but&lt;br /&gt;it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again&lt;br /&gt;and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked&lt;br /&gt;and all the letters that I have never sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Srk_rsl28pI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6TvtY6JNfSo/s1600-h/346786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384404849435013778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Srk_rsl28pI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6TvtY6JNfSo/s400/346786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-2061369469765139354?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2061369469765139354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cigarettes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2061369469765139354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2061369469765139354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cigarettes.html' title='Cigarettes'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Srk_rsl28pI/AAAAAAAAAdY/6TvtY6JNfSo/s72-c/346786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-283884442701664621</id><published>2009-09-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:37:13.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blake lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serena'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back?!</title><content type='html'>Total y perdidamente enamorada de la nueva Serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SrJlBZ_WbPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kTPCHGng6pw/s1600-h/304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382475579492035826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SrJlBZ_WbPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kTPCHGng6pw/s400/304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQu_Mm2v95E&amp;amp;hl=es&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/nQu_Mm2v95E&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who the hell is he not to want you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-283884442701664621?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/283884442701664621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/283884442701664621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/283884442701664621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?!'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SrJlBZ_WbPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kTPCHGng6pw/s72-c/304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2493301108861300579</id><published>2009-09-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:21:08.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaya scodelario'/><title type='text'>Effy-Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQVR0EQc-Ns&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/fQVR0EQc-Ns&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3194126292335810914-2493301108861300579?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2493301108861300579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/effy-love.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2493301108861300579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2493301108861300579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/09/effy-love.html' title='Effy-Love'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-349156458037780834</id><published>2009-08-31T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:25:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cass bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lissy trullie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>And all the girls go</title><content type='html'>Vuelvo de vacaciones y me encuentro con este precioso video dirigido nada menos que por Cass Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seFmkz2x8m4&amp;amp;hl=es&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/seFmkz2x8m4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya habia oido hablar de esta chica pero ahora cada vez me esta gustando más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Spvbkc42DvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UT0M62XCe5Q/s1600-h/lissy-trullie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131999473209074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Spvbkc42DvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UT0M62XCe5Q/s320/lissy-trullie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvbkIpxOXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F4gTUNnGEBs/s1600-h/1236782088011_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131994041268594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvbkIpxOXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F4gTUNnGEBs/s320/1236782088011_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Spvbjy0X0XI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RVSuT1RfntQ/s1600-h/1236600777840_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131988180160882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Spvbjy0X0XI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RVSuT1RfntQ/s320/1236600777840_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next pictures by Cass Bird too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcCFpwrGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qujroCJ1TC0/s1600-h/lookbook09pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132508632001634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcCFpwrGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qujroCJ1TC0/s320/lookbook09pic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcBrVKhuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/i21BRm2QAds/s1600-h/lookbook09pic16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132501566293730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcBrVKhuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/i21BRm2QAds/s320/lookbook09pic16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcAr-Is_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Xg0ctQ_DRBE/s1600-h/lookbook09pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132484558271474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcAr-Is_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Xg0ctQ_DRBE/s320/lookbook09pic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcAUVGi8I/AAAAAAAAAco/YQwCE7X4EXQ/s1600-h/lookbook09pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376132478212148162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcAUVGi8I/AAAAAAAAAco/YQwCE7X4EXQ/s320/lookbook09pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SpvcAUVGi8I/AAAAAAAAAco/YQwCE7X4EXQ/s1600-h/lookbook09pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-349156458037780834?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/349156458037780834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-all-girls-go.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/349156458037780834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/349156458037780834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-all-girls-go.html' title='And all the girls go'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Spvbkc42DvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UT0M62XCe5Q/s72-c/lissy-trullie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3923868186323734199</id><published>2009-07-28T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:46:22.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Sigilosa al pasar</title><content type='html'>Ayer fui la mujer más feliz del mundo cuando me meti en el blog de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alicepoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; y vi que llevaba este vestido. ¡El mismo vestido que me compre yo antes de irme de vacaciones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7idzjxQmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9Lwis4uxjQ0/s1600-h/3753204490_6155709658_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363473207929160290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7idzjxQmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9Lwis4uxjQ0/s320/3753204490_6155709658_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es precioso verdad? Subiría alguna foto pero no tengo cámara porque murió el otro día, asi que a ver si después de vacaciones lo hago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7idZycybI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MWmoA_nz7Ik/s1600-h/3752415427_f14d0a5c21_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363473201011411378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7idZycybI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MWmoA_nz7Ik/s320/3752415427_f14d0a5c21_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A otra cosa, el otro día fue el cumple de mi querida Taylor, si no me equivoco, y yo como ando de aqui para alla que no paro ¡pues no me entere! Pero Tay que sepas que me acuerdo de ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7jSH6derI/AAAAAAAAAb4/b9JSg4g3K2Y/s1600-h/Image28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474106746239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7jSH6derI/AAAAAAAAAb4/b9JSg4g3K2Y/s320/Image28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7jR1GMzWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uBdDDNmW9bw/s1600-h/Image27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474101695204706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7jR1GMzWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uBdDDNmW9bw/s320/Image27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Llevo conmigo un radar especial para localizar solteros&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso me meto en aprietos tambien llevo el número de los bomberos&lt;br /&gt;ni tipos muy lindos ni divos ni niños ricos yo se lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pasarla muy bien y portarme muy mal en los brazos de algún caballero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGoG2RTKs0c"&gt;deja que se coma el barrio antes de ire a dormir&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-3923868186323734199?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3923868186323734199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigilosa-al-pasar.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3923868186323734199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3923868186323734199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigilosa-al-pasar.html' title='Sigilosa al pasar'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sm7idzjxQmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/9Lwis4uxjQ0/s72-c/3753204490_6155709658_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2319889623389535647</id><published>2009-07-08T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:01:51.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>Hace ya 10 meses que te conoci a través de youtube. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 meses&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Casi un año. Al principio no me quería bajar todas las canciones porque no me quería obsesionar demasiado. Pero pudiste(is) conmigo. Hasta tengo vuestro disco, y eso significa mucho porque yo no compro cualquier disco y mucho menos me cojo un bus hasta las afueras de la ciudad para ello. Pero valió la pena. Porque me hacéis feliz. Podría decir que ahora sois mi vida pero sería mentira, porque obviamente un grupo de música no lo es todo en esta vida. Pero la hacéis mejor. Cuando escucho vuestras canciones se me dibuja una sonrisa en la cara. Cuando veo fotos nuevas, videos nuevos...canciones nuevas se me ponen los pelos de punta... Eso tiene que significar algo. Y aún no veo la hora de conoceros. La hora de teneros a unos pocos de metros de mi y cantar todas y cada una de las canciones como si me fuera la vida en ello. Puede que eso nunca suceda, pero yo aun tengo la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgm7Fz_XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OcMMWQkp7BE/s1600-h/n7561091500_507358_5835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223184896261490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgm7Fz_XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OcMMWQkp7BE/s320/n7561091500_507358_5835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgl4-iwBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xljUD9CnHjw/s1600-h/1no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223167149031442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgl4-iwBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xljUD9CnHjw/s320/1no.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmfUWKlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nzVQfHjbdxI/s1600-h/106wkt0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223177441028690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmfUWKlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nzVQfHjbdxI/s320/106wkt0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmEtGKKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Z0g83fvYxIs/s1600-h/12oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223170297079970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmEtGKKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Z0g83fvYxIs/s320/12oo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmu6XSKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KwFB3q09-ug/s1600-h/2351347072a8825700772l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356223181627017378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgmu6XSKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KwFB3q09-ug/s320/2351347072a8825700772l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Y a que viene ahora esto? Pues que el sabado es tu cumpleaños baby. Y yo idiota de mi no me di cuenta que caia en un sabado de julio y que no iba estar en casa para poder hacer una dedicatoria decente. Por eso me adelanto. Mañana marcho y hasta el domingo no volvere a conectarme a internet por lo que hay dedicarte esto ahora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh1IUhCJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7nhTTWC2t8Q/s1600-h/one_night_only_5157472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356224528477390994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh1IUhCJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7nhTTWC2t8Q/s320/one_night_only_5157472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0pYqMeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eX08TL9kpzk/s1600-h/l_7ffa5e507583432896acd0944aeb71f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356224520173269474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0pYqMeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eX08TL9kpzk/s320/l_7ffa5e507583432896acd0944aeb71f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0ae0g7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/g-tO-b7gyDc/s1600-h/l_6a7b2c4f40434fc3b0a7d60d4e84a055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356224516172579762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0ae0g7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/g-tO-b7gyDc/s320/l_6a7b2c4f40434fc3b0a7d60d4e84a055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0AzgxQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WfdO2i9Btto/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356224509280044290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh0AzgxQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WfdO2i9Btto/s320/bike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh08cXWcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7dL6_bN1pFs/s1600-h/george02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356224525289085378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUh08cXWcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7dL6_bN1pFs/s320/george02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace 19 años el 11 de julio de 1990 nacía un niño al que pusieron de nombre George. Su talento para la música ya se veía y comenzó tocando la batería, para luego pasarse a la guitarra. Con tan sólo 12 años se unió a su primera banda, aún sin nombre. En un principio sólo necesitaban un cantante, pero él quiso también tocar la guitarra. En uno de sus primeros conciertos en su pueblo les preguntaron por el nombre de la banda, y al no tener uno fijo aun dijeron &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One Night Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, debido a que solo iban a tocar esa noche, pero quedo el nombre hasta ahora. Con 17 años ya sacaba su primer disco, que aunque no fue un éxito arrollador, tiene bastante presencia en el reino unido. Mientras trabaja en el segundo disco, Christopher Bailey, director creativo de la marca Burberry, le encontró por Myspace y le encantó su estilo. En seguida le convirtió en su nueva musa, y no sólo aparece en las campañas publicitarias sino que también ha desfilado en Milán dos veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjLECFWuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Z6dC-oJIzpI/s1600-h/n1335870470_30069531_8698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226004795087586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjLECFWuI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Z6dC-oJIzpI/s320/n1335870470_30069531_8698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjLoX1WgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wNPPYwQ-6IE/s1600-h/georgecraigomg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226014549989890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjLoX1WgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wNPPYwQ-6IE/s320/georgecraigomg-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjL5wDUJI/AAAAAAAAAag/XFkcTQe0F44/s1600-h/One%2BNight%2BOnly%2BONO%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226019214971026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjL5wDUJI/AAAAAAAAAag/XFkcTQe0F44/s320/One%2BNight%2BOnly%2BONO%2Bposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjMLgZVBI/AAAAAAAAAao/XSpYK34M7y4/s1600-h/started+a+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226023981143058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjMLgZVBI/AAAAAAAAAao/XSpYK34M7y4/s320/started+a+fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjMYzTIoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UDg11zZaTHY/s1600-h/_mg_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226027550089858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUjMYzTIoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UDg11zZaTHY/s320/_mg_1343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero todo esto que he contado no me importa. Quiero decir, yo no estoy encadilada (por no haber otra palabra para explicarlo) con él por que sea modelo, o por que sea el cantante de un grupo, sino por su personalidad y por las canciones. Casi todas las canciones del disco las escribió él. Y los b-sides. Y las que no habremos oido pero que fijo que también serán geniales. También por lo mucho que quiere a su familia, y el rollo que tiene con sus amigos. Su actitud ante la fama, y en las entrevistas. Por ser él mismo sin que le importe lo que le digan los demás. Y por reírse como un niño pequeño. Por muchas cosas que ahora no se me ocurren, pero no podría enumerarlas todas...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ser tu y siempre. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday George!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknxcs_tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jDGYaDjLjyM/s1600-h/catwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227597534297810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknxcs_tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jDGYaDjLjyM/s320/catwalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknmrX6YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XdY82GH-oXI/s1600-h/DSC_0332_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227594643040642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknmrX6YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XdY82GH-oXI/s320/DSC_0332_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknd56dvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f5k8v_pHr7Q/s1600-h/eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227592288106226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknd56dvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f5k8v_pHr7Q/s320/eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUkoGxOK5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AwKmK77iezU/s1600-h/n1335870470_30095524_6907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227603257502610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUkoGxOK5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AwKmK77iezU/s320/n1335870470_30095524_6907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknMPzoGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Jw91W_rGsxg/s1600-h/2351347072a9394685096l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227587548094562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUknMPzoGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Jw91W_rGsxg/s320/2351347072a9394685096l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-v6LFKzruVA&amp;amp;hl=es&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/-v6LFKzruVA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&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/3194126292335810914-2319889623389535647?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2319889623389535647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/07/him.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2319889623389535647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2319889623389535647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/07/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SlUgm7Fz_XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OcMMWQkp7BE/s72-c/n7561091500_507358_5835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-110531252563189179</id><published>2009-06-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:28:55.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leighton meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I make them good girls go BAD</title><content type='html'>A mi que no me gustaba nada Leighton de rubia, ahora veo este video y si me gusta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkphUEk9udI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jMDvd7Cvlro/s1600-h/1242324172784_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198104537315794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkphUEk9udI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jMDvd7Cvlro/s320/1242324172784_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just one night couldn't be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;you make wanna lose control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGqUYuMuGPQ&amp;amp;hl=es&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/kGqUYuMuGPQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi5D9wDRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NUStUnbXsjs/s1600-h/006%C3%A7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199839539629330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi5D9wDRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NUStUnbXsjs/s320/006%C3%A7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi40LkS8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7f64ZHr4PD0/s1600-h/startrek%2520(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199835302611906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi40LkS8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7f64ZHr4PD0/s320/startrek%2520(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi4lwZobI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CV6TFdxYqd4/s1600-h/mid_(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199831430570418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi4lwZobI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CV6TFdxYqd4/s320/mid_(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi4qMED7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/zin38PcOwL8/s1600-h/(3)lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199832620339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Skpi4qMED7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/zin38PcOwL8/s320/(3)lv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this couple!(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkpjGDbLZII/AAAAAAAAAY4/pOIm5HbkXrE/s1600-h/(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353200062732919938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkpjGDbLZII/AAAAAAAAAY4/pOIm5HbkXrE/s320/(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como dice mi mala influencia: &lt;em&gt;la idolatramos demasiado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-110531252563189179?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/110531252563189179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-make-them-good-girls-go-bad.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/110531252563189179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/110531252563189179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-make-them-good-girls-go-bad.html' title='I make them good girls go BAD'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkphUEk9udI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jMDvd7Cvlro/s72-c/1242324172784_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2798690088612062060</id><published>2009-06-25T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:28:19.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gemma ward'/><title type='text'>mad world</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;bright and early for the daily races&lt;br /&gt;going no where, going no where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;no expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;no tomorrow, no tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;when people run in circles it's a very very&lt;br /&gt;mad world, mad world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;no one knew me, no one new me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;look right through me, look right through me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the dreams in which I'm dying are the best i've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;when people run in circles its a very very&lt;br /&gt;mad world, mad world&lt;br /&gt;enlarging your world , mad world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally fall in love with this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkP5mIbFxKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/j-1OSY1laBE/s1600-h/etro20bbt20f620005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351395215737734306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkP5mIbFxKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/j-1OSY1laBE/s320/etro20bbt20f620005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;necesito que sea 3 d julio &lt;strong&gt;YA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-2798690088612062060?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2798690088612062060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-world.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2798690088612062060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2798690088612062060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-world.html' title='mad world'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SkP5mIbFxKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/j-1OSY1laBE/s72-c/etro20bbt20f620005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2634747111171551205</id><published>2009-06-21T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:44:22.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amelie'/><title type='text'>Son tiempos difíciles para los soñadores</title><content type='html'>Si Amélie prefería vivir en sus sueños y seguir siendo una chica introvertida, estaba en su derecho, ya que malograr su vida es para todo ser humano un derecho inalienable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60GIWCXoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kxRs7vk3P0U/s1600-h/Amelie_069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349911424774856322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60GIWCXoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kxRs7vk3P0U/s320/Amelie_069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida no es mas que un interminable ensayo de una obra que jamás se estrenará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60hWociqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/z_fwxSv-0L0/s1600-h/Amelie_323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349911892466633378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60hWociqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/z_fwxSv-0L0/s320/Amelie_323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, las emociones de hoy no serían más que la piel muerta de las de ayer&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60hDfP0FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tQAnYQRHJbI/s1600-h/Amelie_286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349911887327776850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60hDfP0FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tQAnYQRHJbI/s320/Amelie_286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La angustia por el paso del tiempo nos hace hablar del tiempo que hace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60g1ql_yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Xrdq30xB6TU/s1600-h/Amelie_192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349911883617271586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60g1ql_yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Xrdq30xB6TU/s320/Amelie_192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted tampoco podría ser una alcachofa, por que incluso las alcachofas tienen corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj61SYu-iCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Xr188bTtaaQ/s1600-h/Amelie_305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349912734844487714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj61SYu-iCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Xr188bTtaaQ/s320/Amelie_305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 31 de agosto a las 4 de la mañana, Amélie tuvo una idea luminosa. Esté donde esté, encontrará al dueño de la cajita y le devolverá su tesoro. Si él se conmueve, está decidido. Dedicará su vida a ayudar a los demás. Y si no, pues nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj61Sq_v8vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_TkqE0gFjeA/s1600-h/Amelie_423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349912739746673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj61Sq_v8vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_TkqE0gFjeA/s320/Amelie_423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pero...¿qué quiere de mí?&lt;br /&gt;- Dinero...te va a pedir una recompensa de varios miles de dolares...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, idiota!! Está enamorada&lt;br /&gt;- Pero si no la conozco...&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que la conoces, desde siempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;en tus sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj62HGqMZEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MZaXBBTV2DU/s1600-h/Amelie_402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349913640525653058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj62HGqMZEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MZaXBBTV2DU/s320/Amelie_402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tras todos estos años el único personaje que me cuesta capturar es la chica con el vaso de agua. Está en el centro, y sin embargo está fuera.&lt;br /&gt;- Quizá sea distinta a los demás.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿En qué?&lt;br /&gt;- No lo sé. Tal vez cuando era pequeña no jugaba con los otros niños. Quizá nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj63J4qBPOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NIqWsThxQi8/s1600-h/Amelie_277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349914787818061026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj63J4qBPOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NIqWsThxQi8/s320/Amelie_277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La chica del vaso de agua. Si parece ajena quizá sea porque piensa en alguien.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Alguien del cuadro?&lt;br /&gt;- No, en un chico que ha visto por ahí. Pero le parece que tiene algo en común con él.&lt;br /&gt;- Dicho de otra forma, prefiere imaginar una relación con alguien ausente que crear lazos con los presentes.&lt;br /&gt;- No, quizá se desvive por solucionar la vida de los demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Pero y ella? ¿Y los problema de su vida? ¿Quién los solucionará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En mi opinión es mejor dedicarse a los demás que a un gnomo de jardin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj63J619jYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5ZCf-LRPwuE/s1600-h/Amelie_478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349914788405022082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj63J619jYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5ZCf-LRPwuE/s320/Amelie_478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQliMxwKEek&amp;amp;hl=es&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/LQliMxwKEek&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&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/3194126292335810914-2634747111171551205?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2634747111171551205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/son-tiempos-dificiles-para-los.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2634747111171551205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2634747111171551205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/son-tiempos-dificiles-para-los.html' title='Son tiempos difíciles para los soñadores'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sj60GIWCXoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kxRs7vk3P0U/s72-c/Amelie_069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6262331884355976882</id><published>2009-06-16T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:02:56.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sienna miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>hey, BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>Desde hace tiempo se formó la idea en mi cabeza de hacerme un tatuaje. La idea poco a poco fue tomando consistencia, y decidí que sería uno pequeño en la mano izquierda justo debajo del pulgar. Pero la pregunta era el qué. Había pensado unos puntos, un dado o estrellas...finalmente me decante por las estrellas. 3 concretamente. Y con esa idea en mi mente iba yo el otro día por la calle cuando veo este cartel de Sienna Miller para Hugo Boss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347961637216507858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfGxjq019I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/H7v9PvBPIGw/s320/sienn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿Ven su hombro derecho? Sí, hay 3 estrellas. Pues me enamore de ellas, he buscado fotos para verlas mejor y cada vez tengo más claro que van a ser así. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962268530663394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfHWTf2X-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/JbN-x69heFQ/s320/255485021_0225eae19e_b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962267625182866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfHWQH91pI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ft_cQORScb4/s320/siennatatt02BIG_468x597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y ahora la pregunta es cuando me lo hago. En negro por supuesto que las de Sienna son azules. Ahora que estoy en exámenes no, sería antes o después de irme por ahí en julio. Si mi madre se entera me mata. Por eso dudo aún más si hacermelo o no. Pero soy mayor de edad y si me apetece hacerme un tatuaje me lo hago. Si lo hago justo antes de irme estaría bien porque tampoco es que vaya a estar mucho tiempo con mi madre, pero si me pilla es capaz de dejarme sin verano...&lt;strong&gt;NO SÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfJuJzoKcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/96X9Z-Tf0as/s1600-h/Sienna%2520at%2520Boss%2520Orange%2520photoshoot2(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347964877269379522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfJuJzoKcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/96X9Z-Tf0as/s320/Sienna%2520at%2520Boss%2520Orange%2520photoshoot2(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me apetece hacer una locura, algo que nadie espere y que luego no me arrepienta... Cortarme el pelo (después de más de un año sin cortarlo) por una parte me apetece pero por otra luego me arrepentiré... Porque aunque me encante el pelo largo, como dijo Gala ahora le dio a todo el mundo por llevarlo, y hay que ser original no?&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/3194126292335810914-6262331884355976882?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6262331884355976882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6262331884355976882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6262331884355976882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-beautiful.html' title='hey, BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SjfGxjq019I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/H7v9PvBPIGw/s72-c/sienn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3426824865062013617</id><published>2009-06-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:34:23.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaya scodelario'/><title type='text'>Your hair was long when we first met</title><content type='html'>Hace tiempo lei un libro llamado Verano en Vaqueros (original es The Sisterhood of the travelling pants) y más tarde su correspondiente segunda y tercera parte. El libro en sí tampoco es que sea una maravilla, podría decirse que está bien. Pero lo que más me gustaba de ellos no era la historia en sí, sino que entre cada capítulo había una frase. Una frase de alguien famoso, de algún personaje o de gente que la autora conocía(que sé yo!), algunas sin sentido, otras totalmente verdades, pero la mayoría de ellas me encantaban, de hecho algunas están aún en mi memoria, por lo que decidí guardalas todas en el ordenador. Y hoy no se por qué me acordé, y pensé qe estaría muy bien subirlas aquí, no todas que son muchas, pero las que más me gustan :D (mis favoritas van en negrita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;No todos los que deambulan están perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;J.R.R.Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hoy es el mañana que nos preocupaba ayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anónimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;¿Puedes obligarte a querer? ¿Puedes obligar a otros a quererte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena Kaligaris (personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Regla nº1: el cliente siempre tiene la razón&lt;br /&gt;Regla nº2: si el cliente no tiene la razón, por favor, consulte la regla nº1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Howe(personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Cuando la vida te ofrezca una birria, di: “Si, claro, me gusta, ¿qué más tienes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Henry Rollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JifFrotI/AAAAAAAAAVo/srVFHvOirwc/s1600-h/normal_scan0008gya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361033289245394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JifFrotI/AAAAAAAAAVo/srVFHvOirwc/s320/normal_scan0008gya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Si sientes que tienes el control es que no vas lo bastante rápido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Andretti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;El problema no es el problema. El problema es tu actitud ante el problema. ¿Entendido?&lt;/em&gt; Entrenador Brevin (personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Si no lo encuentra en el índice, búsquelo detenidamente en todo el catálogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catálogo de Sears Roebuck (libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Antes de criticar a alguien deberías ponerte en su lugar y andar un kilómetro con sus zapatos. Así, cuando los critiques, estarás a un kilómetro de ellos y tienes sus zapatos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frieda Norris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;El tiempo dice la verdad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galleta china de la suerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiT5YZMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6FlOzqGzzY/s1600-h/normal_scan0005n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361030284862658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiT5YZMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6FlOzqGzzY/s320/normal_scan0005n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;De las 36 formas de evitar el desastre, salir corriendo siempre es la mejor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anónimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;La vida es tan...así&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Marquette alias Skeletor (personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Pide un deseo para conseguir lo que quieres. Trabaja para conseguir lo que necesites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuela de Carmen (personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Iremos. A ningún sitio que conocemos. No hace falta que digamos nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;No hay como regresar a un sitio que permanece igual para descubrir lo que uno mismo ha cambiado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiBrQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kr2LfAkUOQA/s1600-h/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361025393818018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiBrQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kr2LfAkUOQA/s320/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;He pasado una noche absolutamente maravillosa, pero no ha sido ésta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tienes dedos diferentes en la otra mano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Handey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;El tiempo es lo que impide que todas las cosas ocurran a la vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A veces necesitas desordenarlo todo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta, la asistenta de los Rollings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Un día alguien te hará una pregunta a la que tendrás que decir que si&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old 97’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Las probabilidades de que te alcance un rayo aumentan si te pones debajo d un árbol, sacudes el puño hacia arriba y dices: ¡Las tormentas son idiotas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiBk2f1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9yy4VwC23_4/s1600-h/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_003~1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361025366916946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JiBk2f1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9yy4VwC23_4/s320/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_003%257E1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Hay muchas cosas que tiraríamos si no temiéramos que otros fueran a recogerlas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Por aerodinámica, el abejorro no debería de poder volar. Pero el abejorro no lo sabe y por eso sigue volando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kay Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;¿Te pago una copa o quieres que solo te dé la pasta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ligón fracasado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Muéstrame una chica con los pies bien plantados en el suelo y te mostraré una chica que no puede ponerse los pantalones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Annik Marchand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6Jh0PkoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1liNmAbigIw/s1600-h/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_001~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345361021788004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6Jh0PkoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1liNmAbigIw/s320/normal_Kaya_Scodelario_001%257E0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;No me hagas preguntas justo ahora. Estoy de mal humor y lo más seguro es que me burle de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Effie Kaligaris (personaje del libro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Existía una ley de vida muy cruel y muy justa: debías crecer o, de lo contrario, pagar más para seguir igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;El llamado "teléfono" tiene demasiadas carencias para ser considerado seriamente un medio de comunicación. Este aparato, de forma inherente, no tiene ningún valor para nosotros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informe interno de 1876 de Western Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;He intentado a mi manera ser libre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi favorita, que realmente me marcó desde el primer momento en que la leí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lo que haces habla tan alto, que no puedo oír lo que dices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures of amazing Kaya's last photoshoot &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/3194126292335810914-3426824865062013617?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3426824865062013617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/hace-tiempo-lei-un-libro-llamado-verano.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3426824865062013617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3426824865062013617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/hace-tiempo-lei-un-libro-llamado-verano.html' title='Your hair was long when we first met'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Si6JifFrotI/AAAAAAAAAVo/srVFHvOirwc/s72-c/normal_scan0008gya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1328452257293105675</id><published>2009-06-03T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:07:51.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>This is a hurricane</title><content type='html'>Desde el otro día que quería volver a actualizar esto pero con la uni estoy muuy agobiada!mañana tengo que entregar un trabajo de plástica (si, tengo plástica, lo que tiene ser una estudiante de magisterio)y aún no empecé. Pero bueeeno, aprobé el parcial de psico y el oral de inglés creo que fue bien, así que no empezamos tan mal, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWzQIvgdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ta_IMPFH-4g/s1600-h/5bxqgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWzQIvgdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ta_IMPFH-4g/s320/5bxqgg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194183914979794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWzD7G3oI/AAAAAAAAATI/m997iKv7E98/s1600-h/4qospj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWzD7G3oI/AAAAAAAAATI/m997iKv7E98/s320/4qospj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194180636565122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWy3zADoI/AAAAAAAAATA/MSwi6b191ck/s1600-h/2sbtmqs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWy3zADoI/AAAAAAAAATA/MSwi6b191ck/s320/2sbtmqs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194177381338754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWyQRsG7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ixIqRur0lyE/s1600-h/1zdrcc2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWyQRsG7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ixIqRur0lyE/s320/1zdrcc2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194166772636594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWyLiltSI/AAAAAAAAASw/Rzjuk_0lli8/s1600-h/1fdck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWyLiltSI/AAAAAAAAASw/Rzjuk_0lli8/s320/1fdck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194165501343010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXCmVPLVI/AAAAAAAAATY/4iDRTm1Hauo/s1600-h/20psp6h.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXCmVPLVI/AAAAAAAAATY/4iDRTm1Hauo/s320/20psp6h.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343194447571004754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have a shoot for esquire&lt;/em&gt;, so that means new pictures like these?yees please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXxFALydI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cppLwLZG0y4/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXxFALydI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cppLwLZG0y4/s320/010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195246078183890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXxLFUBGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/t5CGd1091GY/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXxLFUBGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/t5CGd1091GY/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195247710307426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXw_S78XI/AAAAAAAAATw/tFDzCvnMNiA/s1600-h/Copia+de+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXw_S78XI/AAAAAAAAATw/tFDzCvnMNiA/s320/Copia+de+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195244546224498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXw6zXPpI/AAAAAAAAATo/Cxr_CtM4LKQ/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXw6zXPpI/AAAAAAAAATo/Cxr_CtM4LKQ/s320/005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195243340054162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXwstmF5I/AAAAAAAAATg/OrMw7K9huIk/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibXwstmF5I/AAAAAAAAATg/OrMw7K9huIk/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195239557765010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibX6-TsMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/paTj_xrh9vQ/s1600-h/011g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibX6-TsMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/paTj_xrh9vQ/s320/011g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195416079643186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-1328452257293105675?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1328452257293105675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-hurricane.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1328452257293105675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1328452257293105675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-hurricane.html' title='This is a hurricane'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SibWzQIvgdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ta_IMPFH-4g/s72-c/5bxqgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6751686732581616976</id><published>2009-05-27T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:09:58.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I got a better plan</title><content type='html'>Sigo fascinada con esta sesion de fotos...AMAZING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qxHScfFI/AAAAAAAAASg/zao7BxAjljU/s1600-h/3561369572_d75de48342_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qxHScfFI/AAAAAAAAASg/zao7BxAjljU/s320/3561369572_d75de48342_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612493878000722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qmTvKgPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xcb3Hv3Z2-Y/s1600-h/3561369120_ceb7b4ff95_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qmTvKgPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xcb3Hv3Z2-Y/s320/3561369120_ceb7b4ff95_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612308241121522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qlfc8SNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Su1GwuYqLFo/s1600-h/3560550577_952e187e1b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qlfc8SNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Su1GwuYqLFo/s320/3560550577_952e187e1b_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612294206048466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qmjRCfhI/AAAAAAAAASY/t-PIj23ZwHs/s1600-h/3561369356_3236e00d41_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qmjRCfhI/AAAAAAAAASY/t-PIj23ZwHs/s320/3561369356_3236e00d41_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612312409734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2ql-oZIzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8ChX-q2NLn8/s1600-h/3560551895_aa9fa2a27f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2ql-oZIzI/AAAAAAAAASI/8ChX-q2NLn8/s320/3560551895_aa9fa2a27f_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612302575575858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qlg2LFOI/AAAAAAAAASA/DgVZb725zoo/s1600-h/3560551073_9c8bfbe058_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qlg2LFOI/AAAAAAAAASA/DgVZb725zoo/s320/3560551073_9c8bfbe058_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612294580311266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2q4G_iNII/AAAAAAAAASo/92PzxWGPPug/s1600-h/3561368312_77fb13e33e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2q4G_iNII/AAAAAAAAASo/92PzxWGPPug/s320/3561368312_77fb13e33e_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340612614057768066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://taghrid.cc"&gt;taghrid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I listened to this today like...50 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACyWliYFsXg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/ACyWliYFsXg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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/3194126292335810914-6751686732581616976?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6751686732581616976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-better-plan.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6751686732581616976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6751686732581616976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-better-plan.html' title='I got a better plan'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sh2qxHScfFI/AAAAAAAAASg/zao7BxAjljU/s72-c/3561369572_d75de48342_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-4708580720003706604</id><published>2009-05-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:05:44.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te haré una promesa. Te garantizo que no volverás a verme. No regresaré ni volveré a hacerte pasar por todo esto. Podrás retomar tu vida sin que yo interfiera para nada. Será como si nunca hubiese existido.&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/3194126292335810914-4708580720003706604?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/4708580720003706604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4708580720003706604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/4708580720003706604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-5595883455578250424</id><published>2009-05-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:01:38.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>I want love, but its impossible</title><content type='html'>Someone really important to me said that quote (well, wrote that quote) the other day and it's still stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShVnT7H9iKI/AAAAAAAAARY/c6_qAe5V41M/s1600-h/DSC_0332_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShVnT7H9iKI/AAAAAAAAARY/c6_qAe5V41M/s320/DSC_0332_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286525303851170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm feeling happy today, just received the mark from my psicology report and it's very high, higher than I expected so it made my day!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is so hot, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShVo_gW6SdI/AAAAAAAAARg/dTWRPv1-V5o/s1600-h/640x417-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShVo_gW6SdI/AAAAAAAAARg/dTWRPv1-V5o/s320/640x417-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288373544667602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read there's gonna be a film, a book and an american version of skins!!what is that? I mean, I'm soo happy, but is it necessary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl already ended!!for the last episode I was expecting soo much more, but it was so good anyway. Serena&amp;Carter's part really shocked me!and little-J dissapointed me again...you were soo good in the second season why do you have to go back to who you were before?and chuck&amp;blair...no words for them, just watch the video!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNOWILM7C34"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNOWILM7C34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-5595883455578250424?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/5595883455578250424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-love-but-its-impossible.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5595883455578250424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/5595883455578250424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-love-but-its-impossible.html' title='I want love, but its impossible'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShVnT7H9iKI/AAAAAAAAARY/c6_qAe5V41M/s72-c/DSC_0332_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-7607513064056742979</id><published>2009-05-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:00:18.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Every minute of the day</title><content type='html'>The Sounds are releasing new album, and I just found out yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the song it's too on the playlist of the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OlKXgBetUw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/6OlKXgBetUw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;can't wait for the next songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBEAA9BA_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/23S0lGE6Rao/s1600-h/The%2BSoundsbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBEAA9BA_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/23S0lGE6Rao/s320/The%2BSoundsbv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336840325480645618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBD_hENSyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UKumv66OwcE/s1600-h/The%2BSounds%2BTheSounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBD_hENSyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UKumv66OwcE/s320/The%2BSounds%2BTheSounds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336840316920875810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBD_3N2oUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JJqepU89O5Q/s1600-h/The%2BSounds%2B%2Blive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBD_3N2oUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JJqepU89O5Q/s320/The%2BSounds%2B%2Blive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336840322866913602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite song of them!(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYdI6T8f_5k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/rYdI6T8f_5k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;br /&gt;P.S. por si no se dieron cuenta, cambie cosas del blog, el header no creo q dure mucho, ya stoy buscando otra imagen espero q entiendan por que!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-7607513064056742979?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/7607513064056742979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-minute-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7607513064056742979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/7607513064056742979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-minute-of-day.html' title='Every minute of the day'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/ShBEAA9BA_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/23S0lGE6Rao/s72-c/The%2BSoundsbv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1641685822999633294</id><published>2009-05-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:50:01.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost famous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penny lane'/><title type='text'>It's all happening</title><content type='html'>One day you'll be cool. Look under your bed, it'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gU8PXdsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bm1vVyfcvts/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gU8PXdsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bm1vVyfcvts/s320/Almost_Famous_027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336167783876490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3amgNiOqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f5UkDvWvbH8/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3amgNiOqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f5UkDvWvbH8/s320/Almost_Famous_030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336161488520493730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not Groupies. Groupies sleep with rockstars because they want to be near someone famous. We are here because of the music, &lt;strong&gt;We are Band Aids&lt;/strong&gt;. We don’t have intercourse with these guys, we inspire the music, we are here because of the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3a12FcjXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ftZWGNQQYMc/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3a12FcjXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ftZWGNQQYMc/s320/Almost_Famous_063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336161752090185074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, you never get hurt. Never get hurt, you can always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3bzmhNbaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YCaz_4_dZws/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3bzmhNbaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YCaz_4_dZws/s320/Almost_Famous_150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336162813063556514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act One, in which she pretends she doesn't care about him&lt;br /&gt;Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn't care about her, but he goes right for her&lt;br /&gt;Act Three, in which it all plays out the way she planned it. She'll eat him alive&lt;br /&gt;We gotta stop them! &lt;br /&gt;Stop them? You...were her excuse for coming here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3cbmKcxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7Rs1HmwIVns/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3cbmKcxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7Rs1HmwIVns/s320/Almost_Famous_177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163500162860114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3cb6Q9qYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SfH6ocVDXYQ/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3cb6Q9qYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SfH6ocVDXYQ/s320/Almost_Famous_178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163505558890882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a golden god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3c-d0_vcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9fbDNhhXuwQ/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3c-d0_vcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9fbDNhhXuwQ/s320/Almost_Famous_302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336164099220815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have any regular friends? &lt;br /&gt;Famous people are just more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3czizgyGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tg-IxJuCku8/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3czizgyGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tg-IxJuCku8/s320/Almost_Famous_341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163911578208354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3dYJDQdeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TfDfc57RiZg/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3dYJDQdeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TfDfc57RiZg/s320/Almost_Famous_351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336164540320085474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go home&lt;br /&gt;You are home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3dsqfPqoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ukvvqRksFDU/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3dsqfPqoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ukvvqRksFDU/s320/Almost_Famous_329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336164892893227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3d3ity1aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iMzn2UQ9YQY/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3d3ity1aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iMzn2UQ9YQY/s320/Almost_Famous_418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336165079785330082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too sweet for rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3eDTTL1dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qq74uu1khcI/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3eDTTL1dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qq74uu1khcI/s320/Almost_Famous_456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336165281805620690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That groupie"? She was a Band-Aid! All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3edyEkkSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vVKk3KQkdtE/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3edyEkkSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vVKk3KQkdtE/s320/Almost_Famous_525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336165736742424866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3ek4fqDjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/U679jdQRlk4/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3ek4fqDjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/U679jdQRlk4/s320/Almost_Famous_488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336165858725727794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3e3-J-tJI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SNaARREmbIM/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3e3-J-tJI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SNaARREmbIM/s320/Almost_Famous_515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336166186662933650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never as good as when you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3fSQYjaRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OUy951Ieq60/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3fSQYjaRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OUy951Ieq60/s320/Almost_Famous_593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336166638232496402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know what it is to be a fan. You know? &lt;strong&gt;To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band so much...that it hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gCw-OJyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_OlXPHRcNjQ/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gCw-OJyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_OlXPHRcNjQ/s320/Almost_Famous_561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336167471614142242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gC3laZQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t3ExVXKy0hE/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gC3laZQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t3ExVXKy0hE/s320/Almost_Famous_390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336167473389135106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3hTZXgPnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5VQt0EMgauQ/s1600-h/Almost_Famous_199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3hTZXgPnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5VQt0EMgauQ/s320/Almost_Famous_199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168856847138418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-1641685822999633294?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1641685822999633294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-happening.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1641685822999633294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1641685822999633294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-happening.html' title='It&apos;s all happening'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sg3gU8PXdsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bm1vVyfcvts/s72-c/Almost_Famous_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8801834580077388037</id><published>2009-05-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:59:57.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pretty reckless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>TAYLOR</title><content type='html'>Her name is Taylor...         she is not Little-J anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNAp2o_x-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xl0XmLfOikU/s1600-h/dtys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNAp2o_x-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xl0XmLfOikU/s320/dtys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333177471523080162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNB9y_XcvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eqZMyqiA-1w/s1600-h/khv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNB9y_XcvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eqZMyqiA-1w/s320/khv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333178913652175602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llKgn3GWO44&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/llKgn3GWO44&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM9B-f82cgk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/JM9B-f82cgk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNBFkaEN1I/AAAAAAAAANA/TZxmecenAwc/s1600-h/yfug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNBFkaEN1I/AAAAAAAAANA/TZxmecenAwc/s320/yfug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333177947664955218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNBTe9frDI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZsVm9xOc0h8/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNBTe9frDI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZsVm9xOc0h8/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333178186721111090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I really fuckin' love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-8801834580077388037?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8801834580077388037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8801834580077388037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8801834580077388037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor.html' title='TAYLOR'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgNAp2o_x-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xl0XmLfOikU/s72-c/dtys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1130979878021697772</id><published>2009-05-06T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:58:43.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the tings tings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>no inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH7xNlmvsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aRYPGKmynV0/s1600-h/Copia+de+n42625679920_859957_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH7xNlmvsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aRYPGKmynV0/s320/Copia+de+n42625679920_859957_1322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332820256662929090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never alter, &lt;strong&gt;you’re always you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s breaking, but I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Smash the rest up, burn it down&lt;br /&gt;Put us in the corner 'cause we’re into ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH8MXO3I5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/SPbZD8HPV_M/s1600-h/george_craig_of_one_night_only_backstage_1919936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH8MXO3I5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/SPbZD8HPV_M/s320/george_craig_of_one_night_only_backstage_1919936.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332820723108357010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these edges, they’re inside out&lt;br /&gt;No one will notice, &lt;strong&gt;they’re looking elsewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t be honest, we call it off&lt;br /&gt;We got the choice if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH8rohD4wI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kp2LwVCCtO4/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH8rohD4wI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kp2LwVCCtO4/s320/alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332821260324037378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when nothing makes you feel good...&lt;br /&gt;then nothing makes you feel good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fI9IAaAO_no&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/fI9IAaAO_no&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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/3194126292335810914-1130979878021697772?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1130979878021697772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/creepy.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1130979878021697772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1130979878021697772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/05/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SgH7xNlmvsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aRYPGKmynV0/s72-c/Copia+de+n42625679920_859957_1322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1448876031777306342</id><published>2009-04-30T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:58:14.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobrasnake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The best piece of ass in this whole damn city!</title><content type='html'>no se si alguna vez lo habeis visto, seguro que si, pero no me canso de verlo, y creo q es uno de los mejores videos de youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkgpfWOioPA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/hkgpfWOioPA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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/3194126292335810914-1448876031777306342?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1448876031777306342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-piece-of-ass-in-this-whole-damn.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1448876031777306342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1448876031777306342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-piece-of-ass-in-this-whole-damn.html' title='The best piece of ass in this whole damn city!'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-1645131800487144402</id><published>2009-04-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:58:00.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lara stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>Wanting to live and laugh all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9C34Ar9V9eY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/9C34Ar9V9eY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;she has amazing legs, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLe706NI/AAAAAAAAALI/SdQZic9ex4g/s1600-h/2855-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLe706NI/AAAAAAAAALI/SdQZic9ex4g/s320/2855-500w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105458205878482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLjPn8kI/AAAAAAAAALY/Jkzvp3d3HrA/s1600-h/LaraByNight13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLjPn8kI/AAAAAAAAALY/Jkzvp3d3HrA/s320/LaraByNight13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105459362656834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLkmmj0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LrW0SycOxdE/s1600-h/000000188041-lara_stone-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLkmmj0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LrW0SycOxdE/s320/000000188041-lara_stone-fullsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105459727470402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLFCjusI/AAAAAAAAALA/gzGpMLmm8nw/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLFCjusI/AAAAAAAAALA/gzGpMLmm8nw/s320/115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105451254790850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLF_pQQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4-ixfDl2wIo/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLF_pQQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4-ixfDl2wIo/s320/108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329105451511005442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encanta como se le marcan los pomulos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3u_5gzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xFcq3nDv73M/s1600-h/LaraALaMer05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3u_5gzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xFcq3nDv73M/s320/LaraALaMer05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106218432168754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3nRWrsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7em02IdutgM/s1600-h/000000188093-lara_stone-fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3nRWrsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7em02IdutgM/s320/000000188093-lara_stone-fit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106216357899970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3RHD2ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/QIB7vDtvva4/s1600-h/2856-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3RHD2ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/QIB7vDtvva4/s320/2856-500w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106210409142674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3WpxJcI/AAAAAAAAALo/rp4Hdvj8CBI/s1600-h/000000188025-lara_stone-fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3WpxJcI/AAAAAAAAALo/rp4Hdvj8CBI/s320/000000188025-lara_stone-fullsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106211896894914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3H_xLoI/AAAAAAAAALg/SSY41Y03_bc/s1600-h/2216-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJ3H_xLoI/AAAAAAAAALg/SSY41Y03_bc/s320/2216-500w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329106207962640002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2Jko4Ipdrs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/F2Jko4Ipdrs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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/3194126292335810914-1645131800487144402?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/1645131800487144402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanting-to-live-and-laugh-all-time.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1645131800487144402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/1645131800487144402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanting-to-live-and-laugh-all-time.html' title='Wanting to live and laugh all the time'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SfTJLe706NI/AAAAAAAAALI/SdQZic9ex4g/s72-c/2855-500w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6822620065595569259</id><published>2009-04-23T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:53:13.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imogen heap'/><title type='text'>Hide and seek</title><content type='html'>estoy en el portatil y tengo todas las fotos en el otro ordenador, asique no puedo actualizar como tenia pensado. Pero me apetecia actualizar de todas formas, asique dejo esta cancion que me apasiona y que en cuanto la escucho tengo que escucharla varias veces seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4OLQB7ON9w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/Y4OLQB7ON9w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Where are we? &lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;The dust has only just begun to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Crop circles in the carpet, &lt;br /&gt;sinking... feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Spin me round again and rub my eyes&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening&lt;br /&gt;When busy streets a mess with people&lt;br /&gt;would stop to hold their heads heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines&lt;br /&gt;All those years they were here first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oily marks appear on walls&lt;br /&gt;Where pleasure moments hung before&lt;br /&gt;The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this&lt;br /&gt;still life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Trains and sewing machines (Oh, you won't catch me around here)&lt;br /&gt;Blood and tears,&lt;br /&gt;They were here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that it's all for the best? because it is&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, &lt;strong&gt;that it's just what we need? And you decided this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm what you say?&lt;br /&gt;What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth (hide and seek)&lt;br /&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs&lt;br /&gt;Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you (hide and seek)&lt;br /&gt;You don't care a bit, you don't care a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't care a bit&lt;br /&gt;no, no, you don't care a bit&lt;br /&gt;no, no, you don't care a bit&lt;br /&gt;no, no, you don't care a bit&lt;br /&gt;you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-6822620065595569259?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/6822620065595569259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/hide-and-seek.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6822620065595569259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/6822620065595569259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8626486561276836470</id><published>2009-04-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:53:29.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Don't you know? Oh, it's a funny thing, you know</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel inspired, and I write things. Stupid things, stories that appear in my mind. Some of them don't have any sense, and others do. Nobody's gonna read this, but I don't care, because I just felt this had too many photos, no texts so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a girl, a 'normal' girl. That's what everybody say, but we're not normal. That's what we pretend to be. She was so scared that people find out how she really was that she lived her whole life pretending be someone she really wasn't. She always did what the other people wanted her to do, and she was what other people wanted her to be. She studied a career (she hated to study), she stayed to live in the city she was born (she wanted to see the world and live in different countries), she married the first guy who said 'I love you' just because she was on the age of marrying someone (she wanted to live her life and wait to the right person and the right moment), she took a job she didn't like, because all the people said it was perfect for her (she really didn't want it). After so many years living a life she didn't want to, she started to be sick of everything and everyone, 'till the point of thinking about killing herself. But then she met him. He was a british rocker she fell in love with inmediately. She went to one of his concert, and felt like she never felt before. That night was the best of her life. They really get to know each other. She really was herself, no hiding, no lies, no embarrasing, just being herself. Something was in her stomach. Her heart stopped everytime he was near. And when he touched her she felt like she was in the sky. She felt he was the one that really know her at all. And she saw it. She was living a lie. She left everything behind. Her husband, her friends, her life...She just understood it was a lie. Everything was a lie but him...someone who makes you feel that way it's just real. Real or a dream.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-8626486561276836470?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8626486561276836470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-know-oh-its-funny-thing-you.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8626486561276836470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8626486561276836470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-know-oh-its-funny-thing-you.html' title='Don&apos;t you know? Oh, it&apos;s a funny thing, you know'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-8616170193954102695</id><published>2009-04-16T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:55:17.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassie'/><title type='text'>Wow! Lovely</title><content type='html'>Cassie was my favourite character since the first episode of skins. Then effy's episode came out and well, it was a hard decision to say who I liked more!!I still can't choose (sometimes I say effy because she's still in the show, and sometimes cassie because I miss her so much). But now we are remembering her, and she had the most beautiful quotes of the series,and the most beautiful pictures, as you can see up on the head of the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I didn't eat for three days because I wanted to be lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeezBAo8sEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DOUxVZK4fFk/s1600-h/PDVD_919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeezBAo8sEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DOUxVZK4fFk/s320/PDVD_919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325421914321891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I always wished I could be a Russian Doll. A red one. With a big pair of bright blue eyes and painted on eyelashes and pink rosy cheeks. Really rosy. And my mouth would be painted on red like a bow. I'd have a flower on my chest - a rose - and two small little hands by my side. And then I could be un wrapped, two, three, four times until I was small. Really small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeezU6Jn4MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FHS3Jwd3wjM/s1600-h/PDVD_802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeezU6Jn4MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FHS3Jwd3wjM/s320/PDVD_802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325422256177275074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- In some ways I love everything. It’s less…less of a thing than like, less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in like, because even the worse things have things to love in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeeznZH8qcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hms8gmKaT54/s1600-h/PDVD_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeeznZH8qcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hms8gmKaT54/s320/PDVD_319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325422573729393090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Love is, like, really important. It's good to be loved. Even if it's only for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Seez4M4YD2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/T2gEaxRlyCU/s1600-h/PDVD_598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Seez4M4YD2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/T2gEaxRlyCU/s320/PDVD_598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325422862500630370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- That's people, chris. They get to know you, see what the like, and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See0IpM-YVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONfm6TKei08/s1600-h/2x05-00928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See0IpM-YVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONfm6TKei08/s320/2x05-00928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325423144981127506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Do you know what hurts the most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before. Try to keep that feeling, because if it goes, you'll never get it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See0cnuGm9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/4v-F8J9OR_4/s1600-h/PDVD_812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See0cnuGm9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/4v-F8J9OR_4/s320/PDVD_812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325423488180591570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- More couples...more and more couples...have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;- Do you want me to describe it to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok&lt;br /&gt;- Do you remember when you were with me in the ambulance after I tried to kill myself?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course&lt;br /&gt;- That's what love feels like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZE--jfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RHAcYc-XICw/s1600-h/PDVD_830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZE--jfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RHAcYc-XICw/s320/PDVD_830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424526828146162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZuG3VvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LmrtbOMM7yI/s1600-h/PDVD_837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZuG3VvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LmrtbOMM7yI/s320/PDVD_837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424537867081458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1Zden8hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hiI-6HcGT7o/s1600-h/PDVD_835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1Zden8hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hiI-6HcGT7o/s320/PDVD_835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424533403333138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZXbnPdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pGTyCwVIl4g/s1600-h/PDVD_834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/See1ZXbnPdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pGTyCwVIl4g/s320/PDVD_834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424531780091346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-opi8Unz3Y "&gt;Cassie's video diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI4jj-vPkuA "&gt;She 'explains' Sid why she doesn't eat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuW3n9CCNbk "&gt;When she tries to kill herself (watch it!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-8616170193954102695?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/8616170193954102695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-lovely.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8616170193954102695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/8616170193954102695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-lovely.html' title='Wow! Lovely'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SeezBAo8sEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DOUxVZK4fFk/s72-c/PDVD_919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-736954763781950560</id><published>2009-04-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:55:30.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>You don't deserve any less</title><content type='html'>tell you how much I love...your eyes, your lips, your neck, your tits...your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V08Mt35MSis&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/V08Mt35MSis&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;worry when you're late, and be amazed when you're early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-736954763781950560?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/736954763781950560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-deserve-any-less.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/736954763781950560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/736954763781950560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-deserve-any-less.html' title='You don&apos;t deserve any less'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-2223400546062433999</id><published>2009-04-09T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:09:00.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leighton meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Cherry cherry boom boom</title><content type='html'>be who you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vrSHgqVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PPlNAgCwHPQ/s1600-h/6p0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vrSHgqVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PPlNAgCwHPQ/s320/6p0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744230242724178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vsCTy3FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/k1qgoE49AzQ/s1600-h/Copia+(2)+de+PICT0322njb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vsCTy3FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/k1qgoE49AzQ/s320/Copia+(2)+de+PICT0322njb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744243179150418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vr55JPgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Eas4j3PJGgI/s1600-h/f1df5a3fb2dfe4cce21e13ee4fae11dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vr55JPgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Eas4j3PJGgI/s320/f1df5a3fb2dfe4cce21e13ee4fae11dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744240919887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vr9CyDtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OyYxxjgBwZQ/s1600-h/3209381883_267dbfffde_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vr9CyDtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OyYxxjgBwZQ/s320/3209381883_267dbfffde_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744241765617362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vroCbQpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WuqusE2ioOU/s1600-h/87351_800_fdae3d-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vroCbQpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WuqusE2ioOU/s320/87351_800_fdae3d-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744236126978706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wALvgZlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P4ES86gy4ZQ/s1600-h/klaudia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wALvgZlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P4ES86gy4ZQ/s320/klaudia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744589308683858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wAHXWsnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V8GCZ-JekoA/s1600-h/l_164758c645b08f575ba15266a061bbdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wAHXWsnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V8GCZ-JekoA/s320/l_164758c645b08f575ba15266a061bbdd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744588133642866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_9uTlfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ppIw5_g_adg/s1600-h/Capture0917.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_9uTlfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ppIw5_g_adg/s320/Capture0917.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744585545553394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_xykVzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iFiVAE8fr2o/s1600-h/3242116830_6972cc1e38_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_xykVzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iFiVAE8fr2o/s320/3242116830_6972cc1e38_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744582342203186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_qXRdDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lcLeJD2Al34/s1600-h/Capture0779.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4v_qXRdDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lcLeJD2Al34/s320/Capture0779.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744580348671026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wNwbn0iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YhqBC4YeaLE/s1600-h/klaudia9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wNwbn0iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YhqBC4YeaLE/s320/klaudia9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744822495695394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wN4nAtdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zjameikdWvo/s1600-h/tawfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wN4nAtdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zjameikdWvo/s320/tawfy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744824690947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who of those girls is me!!easy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy b-day to my dear leighton!(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wn_0IGUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FDIZuad6ZaA/s1600-h/EntertainmentWeekly2007%2520%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4wn_0IGUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FDIZuad6ZaA/s320/EntertainmentWeekly2007%2520%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745273301604674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3194126292335810914-2223400546062433999?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/2223400546062433999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-cherry-boom-boom.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2223400546062433999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/2223400546062433999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-cherry-boom-boom.html' title='Cherry cherry boom boom'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sd4vrSHgqVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PPlNAgCwHPQ/s72-c/6p0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-3861757856323154733</id><published>2009-04-05T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:10:30.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobrasnake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Party Photos</title><content type='html'>Tras tres días de fiesta continua ya el cuerpo se me acostumbra, y no me afecta la resaca. El finde que viene más y mejor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-pk3iPsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/INhr6qsfLAk/s1600-h/1236417017499_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-pk3iPsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/INhr6qsfLAk/s320/1236417017499_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212581218762434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qTWUdZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hNOOmcnS4jk/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qTWUdZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hNOOmcnS4jk/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212593695913362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qAdJZFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gXqRzNat9ts/s1600-h/l_731af328fe28c372d5b4ce969284dadf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qAdJZFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gXqRzNat9ts/s320/l_731af328fe28c372d5b4ce969284dadf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212588624274514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qNkfd4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eRnbdd1boCQ/s1600-h/wr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-qNkfd4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eRnbdd1boCQ/s320/wr9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212592144742274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-pyA6JhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GSdcIanWv3c/s1600-h/IMG_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-pyA6JhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GSdcIanWv3c/s320/IMG_3477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212584747738642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-SUAhmLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PlV4mhfjzl8/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-SWc32TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lcK51bcSUCY/s320/1224148761515_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212182211844402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-SIold9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/MRVzA-H4kvw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-SIold9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/MRVzA-H4kvw/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321212178502875090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi981AVQuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6BaY_0iM0KE/s1600-h/miami16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi981AVQuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6BaY_0iM0KE/s320/miami16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211812456514274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi980pVrGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MMTRn_A4SeU/s1600-h/sc95i9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi980pVrGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MMTRn_A4SeU/s320/sc95i9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211812360072290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98ouXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3-5NFiqwJ8o/s1600-h/1224974132073_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98ouXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3-5NFiqwJ8o/s320/1224974132073_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211809159915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98rtGfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qNqvdA30ue4/s1600-h/9pz8ys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98rtGfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qNqvdA30ue4/s320/9pz8ys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211809959935042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98ajXd-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/K1bWAf3S05c/s1600-h/DSCF4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi98ajXd-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/K1bWAf3S05c/s320/DSCF4411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321211805355702242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bailamos poco ayer esta cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwVQSPC8GcE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=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/zwVQSPC8GcE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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/3194126292335810914-3861757856323154733?l=dearjanee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/feeds/3861757856323154733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-photos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3861757856323154733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3194126292335810914/posts/default/3861757856323154733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearjanee.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-photos.html' title='Party Photos'/><author><name>Dear Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315810942709535995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/S1eQKpnRBYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LUyDvbpnbEs/S220/lik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/Sdi-pk3iPsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/INhr6qsfLAk/s72-c/1236417017499_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194126292335810914.post-6520776661862546645</id><published>2009-04-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:10:44.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coco rocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edie sedgwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george craig'/><title type='text'>I'm saving all my secrets for a deaf man</title><content type='html'>For a long time I've thinking about doing a blog, and it's finally here!Don't really know what I'm going to talk about, time will tell...but surely those things you'll see around here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsNiuG5KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9-zVaHUxSHQ/s1600-h/backstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsNiuG5KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9-zVaHUxSHQ/s320/backstage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136777234048162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsXuEbddI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dpXC2LmOzoI/s1600-h/cuteeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsXuEbddI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dpXC2LmOzoI/s320/cuteeee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136952079152594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsph_SxLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zuQzqq_0Rqc/s1600-h/ONOfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTsph_SxLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zuQzqq_0Rqc/s320/ONOfh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137258074031282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteSw6GRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uU6k3O-zFvc/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteSw6GRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uU6k3O-zFvc/s320/005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138164520229138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteNKv1wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a1rRKx5xpoY/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteNKv1wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a1rRKx5xpoY/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138163017996034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteFIo4-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2M1y1TwQZQ/s1600-h/n572780555_3129464_5921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTteFIo4-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/w2M1y1TwQZQ/s320/n572780555_3129464_5921.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138160861668322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuD2tozOI/AAAAAAAAABM/CCJACgOWq-I/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuD2tozOI/AAAAAAAAABM/CCJACgOWq-I/s320/015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138809825348834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuDm86anI/AAAAAAAAABE/hd8QUZVlkU8/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuDm86anI/AAAAAAAAABE/hd8QUZVlkU8/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138805594450546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuCzSYJmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jV71HwszqqI/s1600-h/001pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTuCzSYJmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jV71HwszqqI/s320/001pl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138791725835874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvRy7tN7I/AAAAAAAAABc/Gq6HGbFybHo/s1600-h/untitledy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvRy7tN7I/AAAAAAAAABc/Gq6HGbFybHo/s320/untitledy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140148840413106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvRgvWSQI/AAAAAAAAABU/35-6Ev99Vk0/s1600-h/skinzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvRgvWSQI/AAAAAAAAABU/35-6Ev99Vk0/s320/skinzzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140143956740354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvdTv-YkI/AAAAAAAAABk/EdewKn4992U/s1600-h/hjv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTvdTv-YkI/AAAAAAAAABk/EdewKn4992U/s320/hjv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140346628137538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco Rocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv3M8NL5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GI0E_IluAF4/s1600-h/Coco+Rocha+by+Thierry+Le+Goues+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv3M8NL5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GI0E_IluAF4/s320/Coco+Rocha+by+Thierry+Le+Goues+02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140791476989842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv2jL2o5I/AAAAAAAAABs/1gla40NWFPg/s1600-h/cocor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv2jL2o5I/AAAAAAAAABs/1gla40NWFPg/s320/cocor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140780268331922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv3EiiB2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/e9G3oovE19Q/s1600-h/1220717990299_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTv3EiiB2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/e9G3oovE19Q/s320/1220717990299_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140789221820258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVO1qPxiPe4/SdTwV6ooT3I/AAAAAAAAACE/YananP4MnHw/s1600-h/1214158852599_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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