<?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-711647390777315145</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:41:20.169-08:00</updated><category term='spring'/><category term='selfharming'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='first blog'/><title type='text'>A girl has a LOT of dreams...</title><subtitle type='html'>...nowadays my only dream is to dream another dream.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8480138697689852933</id><published>2012-02-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:27:02.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmerO2M7jtM/TzlX2pB0yVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/D2J4bWufnk4/s1600/04022012763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmerO2M7jtM/TzlX2pB0yVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/D2J4bWufnk4/s320/04022012763.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made pizza for Jay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8yBk2YlkjI/TzlYbYN9fRI/AAAAAAAAA80/70TjDfFnk1g/s1600/04022012765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8yBk2YlkjI/TzlYbYN9fRI/AAAAAAAAA80/70TjDfFnk1g/s320/04022012765.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I made an apple pie! It was so delicious! I ate it all by myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH2q_W49RDI/TzlYcxcml5I/AAAAAAAAA88/ILsHgxqT_SU/s1600/08022012766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GH2q_W49RDI/TzlYcxcml5I/AAAAAAAAA88/ILsHgxqT_SU/s320/08022012766.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the painting I made for Jay for our 1,5 year anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gboNqW_PGEM/TzlYfe09eXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/So7JIDYhfmw/s1600/09012012755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gboNqW_PGEM/TzlYfe09eXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/So7JIDYhfmw/s320/09012012755.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jay is watching tv and Chuck is sleeping on his stomach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuJ0NCcFmDM/TzlYieqFj3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/A_WqMMu7zCo/s1600/16012012761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuJ0NCcFmDM/TzlYieqFj3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/A_WqMMu7zCo/s320/16012012761.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jay bought me tulips when I was in Finland with him&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARhrgNdAdBU/TzlYljlSjMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/UGQLwU93ttQ/s1600/PICT0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARhrgNdAdBU/TzlYljlSjMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/UGQLwU93ttQ/s320/PICT0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also cooked in Finland! We made lasagna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpay8cWvSeI/TzlYnfzvsOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6MIODujf-sE/s1600/PICT0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpay8cWvSeI/TzlYnfzvsOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6MIODujf-sE/s320/PICT0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was soooo good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpl3TF8JmPU/TzlYrTXGFjI/AAAAAAAAA90/HzNJH9T2XRQ/s1600/PICT0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpl3TF8JmPU/TzlYrTXGFjI/AAAAAAAAA90/HzNJH9T2XRQ/s320/PICT0010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jay is enjoying his dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbJcmZpuLKM/TzlYpeKo_OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DfZaNfmKfRM/s1600/PICT0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbJcmZpuLKM/TzlYpeKo_OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DfZaNfmKfRM/s320/PICT0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jay and little Jonathan (my nephew).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8480138697689852933?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8480138697689852933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8480138697689852933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8480138697689852933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-photos.html' title='some photos'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmerO2M7jtM/TzlX2pB0yVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/D2J4bWufnk4/s72-c/04022012763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2561129704573628161</id><published>2012-02-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:33:50.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>excellent weekend!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like I said, I have been extremely busy. But teaching is so much fun! And day by day I feel more confident and I go to "work" like I have done that job for years. I really like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jay came home on Friday! We had a dinner out and then we came home and watched tv on bed. I was in university on Saturday till 4pm. Jay came there when my classes finished and we&amp;nbsp;went to have a dinner at Scotland Yard. It was my frirst time to have a dinner there. It was really nice evening! We celebrated out 1,5 year anniversary:)&amp;nbsp;Oh we ate a LOT! After the dinner I felt so strange, it was because I ate too much I think. So, i threw up! Yuk. It happens really seldom, so it was a bit scary. Although we had other plans, we skipped these because I didn't feel so great. I drank a lot of water and we went to the movies instead (coz I needed to sit not walk!). Well, after the movie we went home.&amp;nbsp;At home there was a surprise for me. Really really really special surprise! Jay is the BEST! But it's not time to talk about it yet ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, at home we just watched tv on our bed and I fell asleep pretty fast. I didn't feel very good. In the morning I had runny nose, sore throat and my head was sooo heavy. I also had a little temperature. So I was sick! We spent the whole Sunday on bed. I was so sleepy,&amp;nbsp;I slept, watched tv, slept and watched more tv. Jay did the same. It was actually good to just rest and spend the whole day on bed :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jay went back to Finland last night. It made me sad as always :( I can't wait to be with him again! Two weeks more internship and then I will go to Finland to be with&amp;nbsp;Jay :) Cannot wait! I love him so much and I need to be with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend I am going to Kohila to my parents' place. I wish Jay could come too! Oh, wishes, wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I better go to bed, read a book and watch tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2561129704573628161?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2561129704573628161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/excellent-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2561129704573628161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2561129704573628161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/excellent-weekend.html' title='excellent weekend!!!!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-648634520371349039</id><published>2012-02-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T11:28:56.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been extremely busy since my internship started. Although I am so busy and it's&amp;nbsp;a lot of work, i really like being a teacher! Only thing is that I miss Jay. But he did something very very sweet for me last weekend. He came home! He wasn't supposed to come home, but he did! And that made me soooo happy and so much stronger. It gave me a lot of energy! He inspires me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Wednesday today and he comes home on Friday! Yay! I have to go to uni on Friday and Saturday. So crazy and it sucks because I can't be with Jay so much as I would like to. But at least we have a little part of Saturday and Sunday to be together and to celebrate Valentine's Day and our 1,5 year anniversary! I cannot wait! Last 3 days I have been working on a present for him - a painting. I finished it today. I truly hope he likes it! I'll put a photo of it here later too when he has got the gift:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, about my internship. It's going great! I am totally enjoying teaching 2nd grade. My students are so sweet!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so weird to think how much I must prepare for the classes. I haven't watched any of the tv shows I usually watch. I'll enjoy watching these later after the internship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will post some photos of my teacher work later too.When I have more time. And i also want to post photos of the&amp;nbsp;lasagne Jay and I cooked when I was in Finland. Last Friday I made an apple pie and pizza. I'll post the photos later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's time to finish and do some work again. But before I go, i want to post here a thought I came across today. I think it's so beautiful, honest and true. We all should follow it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts.....&amp;nbsp;Lets enjoy life and don't live a complicated life. Life is too short. Work as if it was your first day. Forgive as soon as possible. Love without boundaries... Laugh without control and never stop smiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-648634520371349039?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/648634520371349039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/648634520371349039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/648634520371349039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-life.html' title='busy life!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8886613034638663292</id><published>2012-01-31T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:49:09.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Jay sooo much! And right now my biggest dream is that he could come home by weekend! I need that. I need him, his support, his kindness! I really need him! So, all&amp;nbsp;I can do is to cross my fingers and ask for my wish to come true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8886613034638663292?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8886613034638663292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8886613034638663292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8886613034638663292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-miracle.html' title='I need a miracle!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7768480771654563141</id><published>2012-01-29T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:17:50.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now and forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weekend with Jay was so wonderful. Really special and fun. But now he's back in Finland and I feel so empty. Well, actually I feel just lonely and I wish he was here. Or i was there with him. I feel like every time we are apart he has a big piece of my heart with him and I can't function normally without him next to me. He's my life! But inside I know that I am so lucky to have him and I am truly happy that I have so amazing man who loves me just the way I love him. Although we must be apart because of his work a lot, every second we are together is so special! I love my Prince with the bottom of my heart! Now and forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7768480771654563141?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7768480771654563141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-and-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7768480771654563141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7768480771654563141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-and-forever.html' title='now and forever'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4123077570365336044</id><published>2012-01-26T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T02:51:04.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts are occupying my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Tree Hill, Gossipp Girl, Pretty Little Liars, The Lying Game, Jane By Design, Swiched At Birth - these have been my daily friends! I am still in Finland and while Jay is at work, I watch tv series.&amp;nbsp;We are going back to Estonia tomorrow! I cannot wait to hug my sweet kitty!!! And of course I want to have something delicious to eat. So we already decided that as soon as we get off the ship the first stop will be Lido, we need a good dinner! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what I have been up to since the last time i blogged. Not much. Well, Jay and I watched two movies, Killer Elite (wasn't very good) and Smurfs (that was soooo funny!!!). And Jay and I made dinner together last night -&amp;nbsp;spagetti with tuna and tomatoe sauce. It was good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before we made a dinner we went to the food shop. I don't know why I so obsessed with chocolate but I am. So we ended up buying so much chocolate. Then at night when we were sleeping, well, not really sleeping yet, I started thinking when did I start loving chocolate so much. When I was younger I didn't eat that much chocolate. I liked it, but I didn't need it every day. But it got me thinking that when&amp;nbsp;I was younger I ate a lot of crap. For example, chips, hamburgers and stuff like that. But then I at some point stopped eating so much junk. And I think it was in high school when I started eating more chocolate than I had usually did. And when I went to university, that was the high point, I started craving for chocolate a lot. And then I met Jay. He is spoiling me with chocolate :) Whenever I eat too much chocolate, my next thought is that I don't want chocolate anymore and all I want are lots of fruits. But even Jay knows that if 10 minutes has passed, I would like to eat some chocolate again :/ I am now thinking is that a bad or a good thing...eating chocolate. No. Not just eating chocolate, but eating a lot of chocolate. I don't know. But I am trying to balence it with fruits and other food! So, don't get me wrong, I eat a lot of chocolate, but I also like to eat fruits. A lot. I seriously can't wait till summer season starts, because then the supermarkets are full of good and fresh fruits, such as strawberries and blueberries and cherries! My three favorite ones! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But yeah, like I said, we are going back to Estonia tomorrow. I am excited, but at the same time a bit sad. Because I know that after the weekend I'll be all alone, because Jay is going back to work and well I have to deal with university things again... I am excited and worried about it all together. It's a new experience, so I guess it's normal to be a little nervous. But at the same time I cannot wait to challenge myself and to see how it all works out. Intersting and worth to wait for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, tomorrow night I'll be sleeping on my bed again! My heavenly bed! :) I never knew I would miss my bed so much! So I most definitely appreciate my bed wayyy better now!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I better start watching One Tree Hill now. It's crazy to think that it's the very last season of it. And the same about Pretty Little Liars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4123077570365336044?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4123077570365336044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-are-occupying-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4123077570365336044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4123077570365336044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-are-occupying-my-head.html' title='thoughts are occupying my head'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7258567508974668448</id><published>2012-01-20T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:37:48.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Friday and not much has happened. But I am happy. I can be with Jay every day! We got some estonian food yesterday, so that's good too! I just watched One Tree Hill. O'boy it's such a interesting. It's the last season. And Pretty Little Liars has also the last season. Maybe it's even good because then i won't spend so much time gazing at the computer screen watching my fav tv shows. But yeah, I should study for my last exam, but I am not really motivated. Maybe I'll go to my dad's place and watch tv....E channel :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel actually quite bad that I spend so much time on the Internet or on watching tv. Not good! I should read, study, go out and so on... Maybe that's what I am going to do. Have a little walk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7258567508974668448?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7258567508974668448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-by-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7258567508974668448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7258567508974668448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-990982615392512492</id><published>2012-01-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:59:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries, blueberries, cherries..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really can't wait for summer season because I miss the taste of my favorite berries. As soon as I go back to Estonia, I'll take the frozen fresh strawberry jam out of my freezer and make stawberry smoothie! Ohh, I cannot wait!!! And I really want some fresh food, salad or something. Whenever I eat too much chocolate or cookies or other sweets, I just need something fresh and healthy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished reading book "Minu Eesti 3" (My Estonia 3) today. It was soooo amazing! I loved every page of it! I cannot wait to read the 4th one (yeah, there will be the 4th one too!). Well, I don't know if I said, but Jay bought me two books written by Nicholas Sparks ("The Best Of Me" and "Safe Heaven"). I took The Best Of Me with me to Finland and I'll start reading this one next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still very enjoy walking in the cold snowy weather here in Finland. Love it! But I miss my home already! Especially our big bed! And estonian food! Yeah, Finland is so close, but the food here is crap (sorry!). Most of the food anyway. Not to mention the difference at prices. But we'll get some estonian food soon. Jay's friend is coming here from Estonia, so he'll bring us some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21279717/382838_328667417164334_100000632348227_1064271_1417963232_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="382838_328667417164334_100000632348227_1064271_1417963232_n_large" border="0" class="img" height="211" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21279717/382838_328667417164334_100000632348227_1064271_1417963232_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-990982615392512492?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/990982615392512492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/strawberries-blueberries-cherries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/990982615392512492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/990982615392512492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/strawberries-blueberries-cherries.html' title='Strawberries, blueberries, cherries..'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-6464059227121538726</id><published>2012-01-16T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:16:44.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold snowy winter weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am still in Finland and I absolutely love how cold and snowy it is here. When i left from Estonia on Friday, it was very windy, snowy and cold there too. But not that cold as right now in Finland. If i go out and I am wearing right clothes that keep me warm, it's just a joy to have a walk in the snow and cold air! I love it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is 4pm right now and Jay's work won't end till 9pm. I have been reading a book and just looking around the Internet. But I think I am going to have a little walk with my iPod! Demi Lovato's album "Unbroken" is my totally favorite right now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, about yesterday! After Jay finished his work we went to the foodshop. I picked up a recipe of one lasagna. So, we bought everything we needed and when we came home Jay cooked a dinner for us (i helped him just a little bit). And it was DELICIOUS! Seriously! I hadnt eaten lasagna for soooo long. So, it was a nice dinner. We decided that we should have lasagna for dinner more often now. Thanfully we made it quite a lot, so we can have it for dinner tonight too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yz2DFW_AWoo/TxQw9OcjslI/AAAAAAAAA8k/JC5bsMSdReI/s1600/14012012760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yz2DFW_AWoo/TxQw9OcjslI/AAAAAAAAA8k/JC5bsMSdReI/s320/14012012760.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A view to a snowy&amp;nbsp;street in Hyvinkää, Finland, at 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-6464059227121538726?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6464059227121538726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold-snowy-winter-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6464059227121538726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6464059227121538726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold-snowy-winter-weather.html' title='cold snowy winter weather'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yz2DFW_AWoo/TxQw9OcjslI/AAAAAAAAA8k/JC5bsMSdReI/s72-c/14012012760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3929859029842904683</id><published>2012-01-15T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:17:55.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh. I think it was in November when i blogged about the food world of colors and tastes. And i remembered my promise to try out more recipes and to cook more often. Actually i have quite sticked to my promise, my plan. I have been cooking quite a lot. Now i am thinking maybe i should take some photos of the food i make so i would see how my cooking gets better day by day (i really hope it does!) LOL. Well, but today is Jay's turn to cook something delicious to me! He said i only have to pick up the recipe and then we'll go to foodshop to get everything we need for that meal and then he'll cook me. I was a big yay at first, i still am, but i didn't know it was so hard to pick up on recipe. Dear stomach, tell me what you want for late lunch today?! But thankfully there are soooo many amazing food blogs out in the Internet so i am sure i can find something that my stomach would love to get filled with today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my fav food quotes is: "I don't live to eat, I eat to live." It's true. And i find it matters a lot what i actually eat. I love healthy rich food. Different tastes, with a great seasoning. This is one of my feak points. I am sooo bad at seasoning. The food is either too salty or has no taste at all. But i am trying better. Actually i feel i am a lot better at seasoning already. I am growing in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3929859029842904683?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3929859029842904683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/forgotten-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3929859029842904683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3929859029842904683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/forgotten-food.html' title='forgotten food'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2666582289284886170</id><published>2012-01-11T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:20:04.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my world</title><content type='html'>Jay went to Finland last night and o'boy how much&amp;nbsp;I miss him. But the good thing is that&amp;nbsp;I can go to Finland on Friday. I was planning to go with the last ship, but since my exam&amp;nbsp;time changed,&amp;nbsp;I can go at 2pm already :) Yay! I really want to be with my boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I had an exam today which was okay. And tomorrow I'm going to skiing. And after that&amp;nbsp;I gotta clean the apartment and pack my bag. On Friday after the exam I'll come home, eat, take my bag and off&amp;nbsp;I am to the ship harbour to go to Finland where my Prince is waiting for me. And&amp;nbsp;I am going for 2 weeks. How awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good news. I got two really good books by Nicholas Sparks (I havent read the books yet, but&amp;nbsp;I know these are really good coz all his books are!). These are called "The best of me" and "Safe heaven". Jay bought them to me yesterday :) I'll take these with me when&amp;nbsp;I go to Finland. So, when Jay is working&amp;nbsp;I can read!!!:D I really need to rest and not think about school. Because in February will start a super busy time! I am excited and anxious about it, but at the same time&amp;nbsp;I can't wait till it's over. I just hope I'll enjoy it a lot! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oeh, i think I'll study for Friday's exam a bit, have a cup of tea and a sandwich and watch tv! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20932370/164363_137182883010425_100001561418780_237024_1998082_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="164363_137182883010425_100001561418780_237024_1998082_n_large" border="0" class="img" height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20932370/164363_137182883010425_100001561418780_237024_1998082_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2666582289284886170?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2666582289284886170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2666582289284886170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2666582289284886170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes-changes.html' title='my world'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8205135154756429830</id><published>2012-01-09T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:52:12.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home with Jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so good to be at home with Jay. We were just at home on Friday&amp;nbsp;and on Saturday we went to Janar's birthday. We slept over in Kohila and next morning we went to my greatgrandmother's birthday, she turned 89 :) It's Monday today and Jay is going to Finland tonight :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tomorrow i must start studying for Wednesday's exam. It'll be boring day. I really can't wait till exams are over. I don't know yet if i am going to Finland on Friday night or Saturday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started snowing on Friday night. So beautiful! I really love it. And it's a bit colder too, about -10 degrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Jay watched movie "Poseidon" last night, we are ice-cream and watched tv. It was so nice! :)&amp;nbsp;I am going to miss him when he goes to Finland, but I'll survive :) He's the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, i finally&amp;nbsp;got the book i won through facebook. I started reading it last night, i so love it!!!!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like how good everything is. I truly hope it's going to be very very great year! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20720512/tumblr_lx8lflInFK1r0cf01o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lx8lflinfk1r0cf01o1_400_large" border="0" class="img" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20720512/tumblr_lx8lflInFK1r0cf01o1_400_large.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O'boy i want it!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8205135154756429830?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8205135154756429830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-with-jay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8205135154756429830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8205135154756429830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-with-jay.html' title='home with Jay'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1756596253402399308</id><published>2012-01-06T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T01:45:59.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am on the ship back to Estonia with Jay. I just ate the whole pack of Kit Kat pop chocs and you can imagine how much i need something to drink now. A juice or a water would be veryyy nice! Anyway, i cant wait till my exams are over!!! Jay is going back to Finland on Monday and then I'll go there on 13th night or he's coming home. It's our little anniversary on 13th - 1 year and 5 months. Jay told me that this time we'll celebrate it a bit, but now i don't know anymore coz we can't even be together. Only at night. Sure, we can celebarte it the next day, but who knows. First i really thought it's going to be fun and special day, but now he has to work and we can't even be together :( But I still hope everything turns out great and it'll be a very very memoriable day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's super good to get home and be there with the love of my life!!!!!!!!!! Love him sooo much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20047426/401756_261019837295312_242550129142283_743350_952657986_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="401756_261019837295312_242550129142283_743350_952657986_n_large" border="0" class="img" height="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20047426/401756_261019837295312_242550129142283_743350_952657986_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1756596253402399308?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1756596253402399308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-way-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1756596253402399308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1756596253402399308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-way-back.html' title='on my way back'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2459182379692786913</id><published>2012-01-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:53:30.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here, here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am still in Finland. We are going back to Estonia tomorrow morning. It'll be so good to sleep in our own bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait till the exams are over. I actually haven't been studying much. I just don't have the motivation or will to do it. But I try to study a bit after this blog entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am absolutely enjoying my time here with Jay. He's so good and I love spending time with him!!!! He makes me really happy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2459182379692786913?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2459182379692786913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2459182379692786913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2459182379692786913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-here.html' title='here, here'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2255513911776719719</id><published>2012-01-03T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:17:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Finland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey yay! I am in Finland with Jay. I thought, why not?! It doesnt matter if i study for my exams in Estonia or in Finland. Maybe only difference is that in Finland i have one big distraction - Jay. But since he works are nights, he sleeps a lot at day time. So, i study while he's sleeping ;) He came to Helsinki to pick me up yesterday. It was soooo good to see him (tho we hadnt seen only for about 17 hours). But I still missed him like crazy! We came to Hyvinkää and we talked and gosh, i love him so much! He was the sweetest today morning. I am so very happy! I know life have ups and downs. And i know right now is a hugeee UP and that's why i want to write about it. Because when a down-day comes, i remember that there are up-days too!!!:) Jay makes my days sooo wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20465803/tumblr_lx88m8Pckl1r8m79mo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lx88m8pckl1r8m79mo1_500_large" border="0" class="img" height="256" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20465803/tumblr_lx88m8Pckl1r8m79mo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2255513911776719719?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2255513911776719719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-finland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2255513911776719719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2255513911776719719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-finland.html' title='In Finland'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4115098187190337254</id><published>2012-01-01T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:16:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye 2011, hello 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a new year. 2012. So weird. I really wanted New Years Eve to be fun and just good. And it was. But the beginning of year 2012 wasn't the best. Not going to write about it because it doesn't matter anymore. It's 1st January 2012 so everything can change. We can change the way we act, the way we think and the way we are. It can only get better! I am going to read my last year wishes and I'll write new ones today. I know my family and Jay are always on my wishes and in my heart! Jay went to work today evening. Back to Finland. I am going there tomorrow early morning too because I just miss him soooo bad. And it'll do good for us, to be together :) I really hope this new year will make our relationship even more stronger and it'll make us even more closer (if that's even possible!). I truly love him. I gave him my heart and now he owns it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20348325/1164661-12-1325434661455_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="1164661-12-1325434661455_large" border="0" class="img" height="249" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20348325/1164661-12-1325434661455_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish for a wonderful new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4115098187190337254?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4115098187190337254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/bye-2011-hello-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4115098187190337254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4115098187190337254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/bye-2011-hello-2012.html' title='bye 2011, hello 2012'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2845683654223954609</id><published>2011-12-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:00:08.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home &amp; love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a very nice time with Elise the other day. We went to the movies to see Breaking Dawn. It was my second time to watch it.&amp;nbsp;It was so good to catch&amp;nbsp; up and to talk about these few months we hadnt seen each other. We went back to Kohila together and I stayed there for 2 days. I have realized that Kohila is a very nice place and I love going there, but it's not the same as it used to be. I have a home in Tallinn now. Home with Jay. If I am in Tallinn I feel much closer to Jay, even if he's not here but at work. But yesterday in Kohila i only kept thinking about him, and i missed him sooo much! I couldnt wait to get back to Tallinn! Most of my belongings are also in Tallinn apartment. My room in Kohila is still very sweet to me, but it's&amp;nbsp; somehow different. But i love the warmth in there and i love my pets. Bonnie slept in my bed both nights. I loved it!!!!!!!!!! And it was nice to talk to mom about everything and nothing at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came home today, back to Tallinn. I cleaned the apartment and finished reading the book "The Love Verb". I absolutely love this book. When i was reading it in Kohila yesterday, it made me so sad. Because it is a sad book. It's about loss. But even more it's about friendship, hope, life and love.&amp;nbsp;I truly reccomend it to everybody. The author says that the main message in the novel is to remember to show the people you love that you love them. Not only to say, but to show it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bonus of this book is that every chapter end with a recipe! ;) Delicious foods I must say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i'll post the cover of the book here too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ee/url?source=imglanding&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://andyskitchen.co.uk/blogs///media/blogs/a/JaneGreen_TheLoveVerb.jpg?mtime=1301557831&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=1H38TpipHKOM4gSS4dCNCA&amp;amp;ved=0CAwQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGl88n1VyhtNv4ys5oHmqU8ApwzEg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.google.ee/url?source=imglanding&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://andyskitchen.co.uk/blogs///media/blogs/a/JaneGreen_TheLoveVerb.jpg?mtime=1301557831&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=1H38TpipHKOM4gSS4dCNCA&amp;amp;ved=0CAwQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGl88n1VyhtNv4ys5oHmqU8ApwzEg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jay is coming home tonight! I am going to make him a dinner and for dessert some pancakes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to be with him and tell and SHOW him how much i love him!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2845683654223954609?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2845683654223954609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2845683654223954609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2845683654223954609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-love.html' title='home &amp; love'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1566606078282565173</id><published>2011-12-26T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:42:32.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve morning was CRAZY! But it all worked out well. Jay and I caught a train to Kohila and spent a nice Christmas Eve there. We had a family over there and had a Christmas dinner. Everybody read poems and got presents from Santa :) &lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of photos. The next day we slept pretty long, then Jay and i went to Merikan and Janar's place. Guys played playstation of course!&lt;br /&gt;Today we came back to Tallinn, had a lunch at Lido and went to the foodshop. Then we were just at home, laying on the bed, watching tv and reading books :) It was so good to be together doing nothing! But being together! Now Jay went to Finland. He must work for 3 days. He's coming back on 29th already!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the movies with Elise tomorrow. And then I am going to Kohila for two days. I'll be back in Tallinn by the time Jay comes home;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGtSP-l09Ik/TvjLiqO2AII/AAAAAAAAA8c/Sf8y4U_aI7w/s1600/DSC_0292_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGtSP-l09Ik/TvjLiqO2AII/AAAAAAAAA8c/Sf8y4U_aI7w/s320/DSC_0292_0542.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1566606078282565173?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1566606078282565173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1566606078282565173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1566606078282565173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGtSP-l09Ik/TvjLiqO2AII/AAAAAAAAA8c/Sf8y4U_aI7w/s72-c/DSC_0292_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1161075870258097671</id><published>2011-12-23T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:16:26.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesss!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Jay is on the way home. They were on time, which means he arrives to Estonia at 7:30pm :) I am going to the harbour to meet him and then we'll go to buy some food. Oh, the ship arrives in hour and 20 minutes, but I am so bored, so I suppose I am going to change my clothes and start slowly walking to the harbour. I can't wait to see my Prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mzJoOz2PKk/TvSpPd02VuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TxMm_1hNvp8/s1600/PICT0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mzJoOz2PKk/TvSpPd02VuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TxMm_1hNvp8/s320/PICT0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took this cute photo of Chuch today! He's sleeping like a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1161075870258097671?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1161075870258097671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1161075870258097671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1161075870258097671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesss.html' title='yesss!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mzJoOz2PKk/TvSpPd02VuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TxMm_1hNvp8/s72-c/PICT0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7047209826441460056</id><published>2011-12-23T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:30:00.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers crossed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just called Jay&amp;nbsp;to talk to him. I knew he finished his job about 20 minutes ago. Anyway, I called him and he said that he's on the railway station.. i was like: ALREADY? He said he's trying to go to an earlier ship :) So, if he can make it he'll be home 7:30pm instead of 10pm :) Yay! I am super HAPPY! But, it's not sure yet that he can make it there on time. So, right now i keep my fingers crossed and hope that Christmas angels are making it all happen and Jay arrives home earlier than first planned! I really miss my sweetheart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lt6ab7vrmd1qbjt25o1_400_large" class="img" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16233987/tumblr_lt6ab7vRmD1qbjt25o1_400_large.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7047209826441460056?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7047209826441460056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7047209826441460056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7047209826441460056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers crossed!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-6849927619963819865</id><published>2011-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:54:22.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22th Dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best thing about me is YOU. I heard this saying today and&amp;nbsp;I really like it. I feel&amp;nbsp;I can relate to it. Jay brings the best out of me, me fulfills my life. He's a huge part of who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The closer Christmas come the happier and excited I get. I know some people don't like nor appreciate Christmas. Maybe they just don't see it the way most of us does. Or the way I do. For me Christmas isn't about the gift. For me it's an amazing holiday. We don't have to work, we have our days off to be with the one with love, with our family or friends, our pets or our children...whoever we want to be with. It's even more perfect if it's snowy outside. Christmas is time to take your time out, not to worry, and just relax and have fun. Every Christmas I realise how happy I am to have all these people in my life. I appreciate all&amp;nbsp;I have. And Jay is my Christmas angel :) My&amp;nbsp;everything. My life wouldnt be the same without him. To be honest, i can't imagine my life without him at all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I watched a tv show and there someone said that if you want your true love and passion in your relationship to stay, you both must work for it. You both must do extraordinary things sometimes. You can't live in the rutine only. Because sooner or later you start seeking more... outside your relationship. I'll never let that happen to me and Jay. I want our passion to last forever! And if we work for it, it won't fade away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jay is coming home tomorrow at 10pm. I'll give him to his Christmas gifts at midnight! I hope he'll like these :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss him! I am so glad I can spend another Christmas with him! And i truly hope I can spend every following Christmas with him!!!!! I am planning to stay with him forever. I am always here for him! Always&amp;amp;forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_luqousmvrz1qebenwo1_500_large" class="img" height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19819594/tumblr_luqousmVRz1qebenwo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-6849927619963819865?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6849927619963819865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/22th-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6849927619963819865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6849927619963819865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/22th-dec.html' title='22th Dec'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-47164994547111252</id><published>2011-12-21T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:45:56.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so dark already! Jay was up all nighyt (coz he was sleeping at day time)..So, when i woke up in the morning he fell asleep. Nice huh? But he's dad&amp;nbsp;came over so he had to force himself to wake up. I am going to make a dinner soon i hope. I'm so hungry. I have been eating 2 chocolate cakes today! O'boy! It's so good!!!!!!!! Anyway, I better read a book and try to think positive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want snowy Christmas, warm cozy home and see my pets Bonnie, Tikker and Muffin. I miss these guys! Don't you worry, guys, I'm coming home for Christmas!:) I can't believe it's only 4 more days till Christmas. I cannot wait. Jay is going to Finland tonight and coming back on 23rd Dec night. And then next day we'll go to Kohila :):):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lwjnm8mpyt1qciek8o1_500_large" class="img" height="266" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19738054/tumblr_lwjnm8MPyt1qciek8o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-47164994547111252?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/47164994547111252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/47164994547111252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/47164994547111252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-snow.html' title='I want snow'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4959655212840524718</id><published>2011-12-20T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:20:02.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, today i thought it was impossible to get Jay out of bed. He was sooo tired. But he woke up just before i got the dinner ready. So, we had dinner, watched tv and decided to go to the movies to see Mission Impossible 4. Wow! It was such an amazing movie! After the movie we walked home (but before that we stopped by at McDonald's ... Jay was hungry). Anyway, I am totalllllly loving that chocolate cake that Jay got for Christmas from his work. It's just delicious. I could eat it forever :) Too bad it's so late ( 0:12am) because i would love to have a piece of that cake right now. But i better wait till morning! Perfect breakfast! Anyway, I am going to watch one episode of How I Met Your&amp;nbsp;Mother and then i'll read a book and off to bed. Night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yEi-qVoyZ8/TvEJ9IEYHGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Wfok-QOI2Dk/s1600/tumblr_liw7ovnsVq1qfrerio1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yEi-qVoyZ8/TvEJ9IEYHGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Wfok-QOI2Dk/s1600/tumblr_liw7ovnsVq1qfrerio1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB5M9qSprQ0/TvEJ_vv4d-I/AAAAAAAAA78/MFd51DwpozM/s1600/1236075653723261_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB5M9qSprQ0/TvEJ_vv4d-I/AAAAAAAAA78/MFd51DwpozM/s1600/1236075653723261_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WrAZVGsRRw/TvEKCbJdTTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NXFabC2E81c/s1600/392946_289099037777302_189889467698260_1024395_598183281_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WrAZVGsRRw/TvEKCbJdTTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NXFabC2E81c/s1600/392946_289099037777302_189889467698260_1024395_598183281_n_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4959655212840524718?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4959655212840524718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/mission-impossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4959655212840524718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4959655212840524718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/mission-impossible.html' title='Mission Impossible'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yEi-qVoyZ8/TvEJ9IEYHGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Wfok-QOI2Dk/s72-c/tumblr_liw7ovnsVq1qfrerio1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2828851256481726460</id><published>2011-12-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:55:18.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jay came home on Monday (yesterday). It was soooo good to see him and to hold him. He got a christmas gift from his work. He got three HUGE chocoate cakes (so yummiiee!), then he got&amp;nbsp;16 packaces of frozen pies with jam&amp;nbsp;( i made two&amp;nbsp;griddles of these yesterday! really good!) and he also got about&amp;nbsp;6 packs of cannelonis and a pack of rice. AND my favorite - a cake pan, a silicon cake pan (&amp;nbsp;a shape of star) and 6 silicon muffin plates. Something for me! Now i can bake a lot! haha:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, yesteday i made cannelonis with minced meat and then later we went to have a dinner out at Lido and then we went to the foodshop and back at home. We were both so tired. Especially Jay. He fell asleep at 8:30pm...and he woke up today morning at 10am. He was awake for about 2 hours and he's asleep again. Poor guy. He's so tired of work! I hope he wakes up soon though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched The Hard of Dixie and How I Met Your Mother. I guess I'm going to read a book now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lw4t902xwl1qfp6bbo1_500_large" class="img" height="318" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19482548/tumblr_lw4t902XwL1qfp6bbo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2828851256481726460?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2828851256481726460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/homey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2828851256481726460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2828851256481726460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/homey.html' title='Homey'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8928378592877395097</id><published>2011-12-17T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:55:47.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost 10am. I woke up about 20 minutes ago, had a breakfast. Now i am getting myself ready. I look awful. I have swollen eyes and they are soooo heavy i can hardly keep them open. They really look so awful :S I don't have a mood to go dancing actually. But dancing is my passion and&amp;nbsp;I dont want to let anyone to ruin that for me. So, I try to find my energy and my positive self and enjoy the show. I better forget everything else...I need to concentrate to myself for once. But to be honest, my mind is travelling around. I am scared of the thoughts&amp;nbsp;I have. But things must change. I want to be happy. I deserve to be happy. We all deserve that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8928378592877395097?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8928378592877395097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/heavy-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8928378592877395097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8928378592877395097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/heavy-morning.html' title='heavy morning'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5350393745593677249</id><published>2011-12-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:18:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>count down..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Saturday and I had the last lecture in university today (yeah school on Saturday). But i survived it. And what matters the most, is that I am on holidays now! No university until the second week of January (i have 3 exams then). But after the exams i have two more weeks of holiday! And on February starts the internship! Oh boy, it'll be a crazy time! I really need to rest, to relax and enjoy the holiday season. I feel so stressed and so weak. Some nights tears just roll out of my eyes without a reason. I am just weak. And I miss Jay! I really need him here! But there's only one full day between us. I am going to Practice Night tomorrow and on Monday morning Jay comes home! I cannot wait!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, i want snowy winter, but i am starting to loose my hope. It's only raining :/ I need something to brighten my days. I need Jay (like i already mentioned). But yeah,&amp;nbsp;I gotta be strong. Like I used to be. lotLately i feel so weak. When i was teenager i had some hard times until i had to fight with it. So, i found my inner strenght. I never know i was so strong. And I changed. I was always very positive, i was strong, i was totally enjoying my life. And I do so right now too! But lately i have felt like i am loosing my strenght. Maybe it's just because I feel a bit alone and I miss Jay a lot! But he's always with me - in my heart. I really want to hug him, to talk to him, and hear how much i mean to him. Sometimes i need it. I need it a lot. I need to know that no matter what he's always supporting and protecting me. Oh,&amp;nbsp;I miss him! Counting hours till Monday morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHA81vwGRY/TuyywV1YCrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/dYZtV8t6-xg/s1600/tumblr_lvk1c8niHv1qhfho2o1_400_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHA81vwGRY/TuyywV1YCrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/dYZtV8t6-xg/s1600/tumblr_lvk1c8niHv1qhfho2o1_400_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iS0LGfQIvM4/TuyyhQxXYdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hJOmERQHrSw/s1600/293624_279949942037972_223665434333090_920647_1436874951_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iS0LGfQIvM4/TuyyhQxXYdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hJOmERQHrSw/s1600/293624_279949942037972_223665434333090_920647_1436874951_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_pVXFF1G_I/Tuyx9vjvrHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QAGsiIf6XYs/s1600/7c5c2d309f563b2d4c4290162a65a0e7_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_pVXFF1G_I/Tuyx9vjvrHI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QAGsiIf6XYs/s1600/7c5c2d309f563b2d4c4290162a65a0e7_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rcCVS6DyIw/TuyyB9ijs0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ckW77PX2tFs/s1600/261396_222208917811905_100000683944075_682268_281192_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rcCVS6DyIw/TuyyB9ijs0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ckW77PX2tFs/s320/261396_222208917811905_100000683944075_682268_281192_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb5b2ULQ3Lc/TuyyFNqOzbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6uwwKpfM7eI/s1600/750379cb79385f85d9c8822ae9987c50_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb5b2ULQ3Lc/TuyyFNqOzbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6uwwKpfM7eI/s1600/750379cb79385f85d9c8822ae9987c50_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-5350393745593677249?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5350393745593677249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/count-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5350393745593677249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5350393745593677249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/count-down.html' title='count down..'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHA81vwGRY/TuyywV1YCrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/dYZtV8t6-xg/s72-c/tumblr_lvk1c8niHv1qhfho2o1_400_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8184666064819904634</id><published>2011-12-14T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:25:29.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvb2BXhGsek/TuiwZDcAf6I/AAAAAAAAA6k/g_j2IIIRt3w/s1600/PICT0003+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvb2BXhGsek/TuiwZDcAf6I/AAAAAAAAA6k/g_j2IIIRt3w/s320/PICT0003+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a romantic walk with Jay yesterday! He showed me some beautiful places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwstx8RLhEU/TuiwRW-uwjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/8XYqFGELKxM/s1600/PICT0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwstx8RLhEU/TuiwRW-uwjI/AAAAAAAAA6U/8XYqFGELKxM/s320/PICT0065.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the Old Town of Tallinn. My big snowman :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHFq5abQli4/TuiwV61jmBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ctP-KRfEAxA/s1600/PICT0051+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHFq5abQli4/TuiwV61jmBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ctP-KRfEAxA/s320/PICT0051+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Sweden with Jay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsCqaBiBYXE/TuiwfFd25yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/EMGTqVCizXY/s1600/PICT0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsCqaBiBYXE/TuiwfFd25yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/EMGTqVCizXY/s320/PICT0033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's my everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnjTbN41SSo/TuiwjAxWyaI/AAAAAAAAA60/Nzh1iY4HhMQ/s1600/PICT0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnjTbN41SSo/TuiwjAxWyaI/AAAAAAAAA60/Nzh1iY4HhMQ/s320/PICT0055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he makes me laugh! I am the happiest when he's around! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8184666064819904634?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8184666064819904634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8184666064819904634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8184666064819904634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvb2BXhGsek/TuiwZDcAf6I/AAAAAAAAA6k/g_j2IIIRt3w/s72-c/PICT0003+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5951646790210798539</id><published>2011-12-13T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:01:14.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jonathan</title><content type='html'>Like i mentioned in one of my earlier blogs my sister got a baby. So, i am an aunt now. Here is my little newphew Jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowboxCaption" class="spotlight" height="300" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381063_10150446470762348_565382347_8415251_1727172434_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-5951646790210798539?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5951646790210798539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-jonathan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5951646790210798539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5951646790210798539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-jonathan.html' title='Little Jonathan'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1491797422286327991</id><published>2011-12-13T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:58:12.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 yr + 4 m</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe its 13th December already. I&amp;nbsp;remember that day a year ago. Then Jay and I celebrated our 4 months anniversary. Now it's one year and 4 months! Time flies. I must say that this year was so amazing. Every second with Jay is so amazing. He's so caring and sweet. He makes me happy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Sweden on Saturday. The ship cruise was really fun, but i especially loved walking on Stockholm streets while holding hands with my love. The weather was so nice and there were so many Christmas fairs on the streets. We took a lot of photos too. We didn't buy much. BUT i got a Christmas gift from Jay! I know it's not Christmas yet, but it seems to become our tradition that Jay gaves me a Christmas gift before Christmas (he did that last year too!). He's not very fond of Christmas. But i really hope it'll change by time because i really love Christmas. It's my favorite season and i love celebration it. I like to decorate my home, buy cute Christmas gifts and just enjoy the peacful snowy time with the ones i love! And Jay is definitely the most important to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, so, what did i get from him for Christmas? I got a veryyyy beautiful gold ring and gold earrings that are perfect match for the ring! I love them &amp;lt;3 He actually let me pick them up to be sure i like them! :) So happy to have such a beautiful jewellery. And i am glad i got them from him coz they are now more meaningful to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what else. I am trying to study for geography test that's tomorrow while Jay is playing his computer games. He's really addicted to computer games! But i hope we'll have time for me today too since it's our special day. We actually got a new kitchen table and i really hope he can set it up today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing, i got a call from RAM school on Sunday. They wanted me to work there for one day, Wednesday. But sadly i had to refuse because i have geography test that day and a skiing lecture :( I really wanted to go, but hopefully next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. Like i said it's 13th which means it's my last week in uni. Only 4 more days (yeah i have uni on Saturday too!). I have a dance performance on Sunday (PRACTISE NIGHT! yayyy!). We have a practice on Saturday evening too, i really hope i am able to go. It depends what time it is because i have to be in uni&amp;nbsp; till 4pm. Jay can't come to see the dance show, but that's okay. He's coming home the day after the performance, on 19th! I love December because we can be together a lot! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, i think i really should try harder to study for tomorrow's test because right now it seems i am not studying at all. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1491797422286327991?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1491797422286327991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-yr-4-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1491797422286327991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1491797422286327991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-yr-4-m.html' title='1 yr + 4 m'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3246835494407667895</id><published>2011-12-08T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:44:07.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything for you, my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I would run a thousand mile just to be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I would swim an ocean to see you and kiss you good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I would die for you because you are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;you have given me the strongest wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I can now fly and see the life around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And i now know who i really want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If you are with me, i am complete and set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I still think of that sunny August day we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I fell for you, and you let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You came closer and distroyed the invisable wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No longer there’s anything against us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Our magical world belongs to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Forever i want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Remember, everything i do is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3246835494407667895?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3246835494407667895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/anything-for-you-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3246835494407667895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3246835494407667895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/anything-for-you-my-love.html' title='anything for you, my love'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4969477479400049101</id><published>2011-12-08T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:54:58.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Thursday. University is over for this week (and only one week more and then it's a holiday!). I'll go to dance pracitce soon. We are practicing for our Christmas show Practice Night. It's on 18th Dec. We are performing with a dance&amp;nbsp;from Ciara's video "Gimme dat". It's really powerful and full of energy! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jay is coming&amp;nbsp; home tomorrow!!! I cannot wait! I have been counting the days. I really miss&amp;nbsp; him. I always do when he's away. He lightens my days! I need him here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'll cook for him tomorrow and then we are going to Kohila to visit my sister's baby boy and my friend's baby boy. Actually tomorrow at 5pm is a book presentation at Viru Shopping Center. The book is called "Minu Ameerika 3" (My America 3). I have the frist and second book and i really want to get the third one too. Too bad i can't go to the presentation, i would have loved to meet to author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, i am really looking for me and Jay's Sweden trip. I hope it'll be very wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And gosh, Christmases are so close! But i am totally ready for it! I have done all&amp;nbsp; the Christmas shopping and i have decorated my room with Christmas stuff. I only need to make ginger cookies, but i'll do that next week ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really love Christmas fairs where they sell handmade gifts. I have found so many amazing little gifts for my family already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;December is really my favorite month. I feel so peaceful because university is getting over, holiday is coming closer, all the places around the city are decorated with Christmas lights and it's snowing. And i feel that at Christmas time people have more time to look around themselves. At least i do. And i appreciate all i have! That's why i am really looking for spending the time with Jay at Sweden cruise, just the two of us! I love him so much! I really want this trip to be amazing. I am taking my camera&amp;nbsp;to the trip too&amp;nbsp;so we can take photos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, i so want it to be tomorrow already! I want to hold hands with my favorite person in the whole wide world - my lovely Prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPy1jDxKygk/TuDPuZprSnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3S91EaDudcw/s1600/blogi57_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPy1jDxKygk/TuDPuZprSnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3S91EaDudcw/s320/blogi57_large.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4969477479400049101?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4969477479400049101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/sooo-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4969477479400049101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4969477479400049101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/sooo-close.html' title='sooo close!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPy1jDxKygk/TuDPuZprSnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3S91EaDudcw/s72-c/blogi57_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7364618148077208576</id><published>2011-12-05T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:57:32.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am an aunt now. My sister has a beautiful baby boy now - Jonathan :) I went to the hospital today to visit them. Jonathan is such a cute little boy! :) I got to hold him. Gosh, he's skin is soooo soft!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i went to the eye clinic today to run some tests. I just wanted to be sure that my eyes are good for the laser operation. I am not going to have it yet, but hopefully in the future. I seriously can't wait to get rid of classes and finally have the clear vision!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to Finland on Friday morning. I couldnt wait to be with Jay. I really loved being with him. We stayed at my dad's place. I like the most that we laughed a lot and just had fun. I came back on Sunday. And the traffic was so bad so i missed my boat and had to come with the next one. Anyway, I think Jay and I both learned a lot from these days, especially from Sunday. We should appreciate each other more and show it out. We are going to a boat cruise to Sweden upcoming Saturday and i think it'll be good for us. We can be together away from everything and everybody. I truly hope this trip will be magical and good for our relationship. I love my Prince sooooo much!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait till Friday because Jay comes home then. I want to cook him something. And when we have had lunch, we are going to Kohila to visit little Jonathan! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7364618148077208576?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7364618148077208576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7364618148077208576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7364618148077208576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-life.html' title='New life!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7563804542001684904</id><published>2011-11-30T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:40:42.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autumn is so dark, so rainy, so windy. Sometimes it's moody. Without a real reason. I feel lack of energy right now. I feel myself complete only when i am with J. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started thinking of why do people fight? Why do we say things we don't really mean? Do we really want to hurt each other on purpose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is short. We should appreciate every second we are given. And we should think before we say. Because if we say, we can't take it back. All we can do, is to apologize. But why do we have to say these words at first place if we know we are going to regret them later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes. I hope that the person we love the most, can see you deeper and knows you truly well, to apologize. Because like i said, everybody makes mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every moment without you, is a moment of time lost."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot wait to go to Finland on Friday to see the love of my life! I&amp;nbsp;miss him every second every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 1st December tomorrow. The beginning of my favorite month! It's also J's brother's birthday, he's turning 19 y.o. I made him a cake for tomorrow too ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School is slowly getting over. I don't have much to do anymore. O'boy it makes me feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait when i am done and i can really enjoy Christmas. But more than that i want to have a good time with J. We are going to Sweden on 10th December. I hope it'll be a very wonderful trip. Just the two of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can take the first chocolate from adventcalenders tomorrow (i have 3 calendars). I wish J was here. Or that i was there. I miss him so much!!!! I truly hope we can talk on skype today and i can see his pretty face and hear his sweet voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7563804542001684904?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7563804542001684904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-day-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7563804542001684904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7563804542001684904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-day-of-november.html' title='last day of November'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-550936783830345605</id><published>2011-11-25T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:55:49.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days of J.</title><content type='html'>Oh, this week has been amazing, different, tiring, fun, full of smiling, yelling, hugging, teaching. I love being a teacher. The class where i was teaching was so good. They were great! They hugged me million times a day, in the class they were like angels (most of the time). They want to learn so much, they are so quick, they are so curious. They are fantastic! So, i am very glad i took this job for a week! &lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for Thursday like crazy! I missed J so bad. When i came home from school yesterday, J was in the bed watching tv. I just jumped in and gosh, it was sooooo good just to hug him and hold him close. I missed it a lot. We went to have a lunch out and then we went to the movies to watch Happy Feet 2. It was so cute and sad. Yeah, i cried. More than once. After the movie,i headed to dance class and J went home. When i arrived home about 1,5 hours later, he was asleep. I decided to go to bed too and i watched tv. When i decided to turn the tv off and go to sleep to, he woke up and started watching tv. I was soo tired and i knew i had to wake up the next morning so i didnt join him watching tv (tho he watched it from our bed. lol). Anyway, today i had the last day at Rocca Al Mare school. It was quite sad to say goodbye to the students after the last class. But J was waiting me in front of the school building and that made me want to run out! :) We went shopping. I got two pairs of new boots. Yay! I needed them so bad! We also bought some Christmas gifts and food for home. We ended up carring too many bags so we had to take a taxi. At home he helped me to do one of my art work. I had to close my eyes and he instruct me where and how to move my oilpastels. I was drawing Little My from Moomin cartoon. The drawing ended up pretty cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now J went out with his friends for couple of hours. I am watching tv (and blogging) and eating candies! The most important thing. I was craving for estonian candies today, so i bought some :) And now eating them!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Grey's Anathomy started. I better watch it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-550936783830345605?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/550936783830345605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-days-of-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/550936783830345605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/550936783830345605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-days-of-j.html' title='3 days of J.'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3415078477608942608</id><published>2011-11-21T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:07:58.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, teacher here!</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's me again!&lt;br /&gt;I have been a bit busy. First of all, when J was here last week, i had such an amazing time with him! Really! We went to the movies, went out for lunches and dinners. We just enjoyed the time together. We also bought a new TV. So we have a TV in our bedroom now, yay! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when J left i was sad, but he's coming home on Thursday already! I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;This week i am working at Rocca Al Mare school. I am teaching 1.a grade there because their teacher is ill. So, i can be a teacher for a whole week! So awesome! Today was my frist day and oh i was soooo tired when i eventually got home. But then i did mu uni stuff and waited for J to come to skype. We talk on skype every day(or night). I am a bit hurt by what he said to me. it's nothing serious tho, but it feels like i am trying to do good, but for him it mean nothing and is more bad than good. But i am doing it for him, for both of us, for our home. Not for myself only. I want things to get ready fast because we had a hope the apartment would be ready for Christmas. And i really want it to happen. So, that's why i may be a little rushing into things and i am being a bit pushy. I am sorry. But sometimes i just wish that he wants these things too, not only me. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's not the end of the world tho. After talking to him, i just started thinking about why do i even try so hard and want it to be homey and nice. We dont even live her together, just the two of us. His brother lives with us too. But still. Everything is almost ready. But nothing gets ready without an action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of my midnight vent. I am so tired! And i soooo miss J! I want to be with him and i hope the kitchen table is nice and he likes it. I guess i can't get it out of my head now. I hope i can at least sleep well at night not like last night when i couldnt fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! I love you, J!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3415078477608942608?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3415078477608942608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-teacher-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3415078477608942608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3415078477608942608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-teacher-here.html' title='hello, teacher here!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4560850679376237392</id><published>2011-11-12T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:07:23.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a nice day tomorrow. My family (mom, dad and both sisters) came to my apartment to pick me up. Then we went to have a lunch together. It was so good to just eat out and talk. All of us together. After the lunch we went to the movies to watch "One day". It was a good movie. Maybe it seemed without a real interesting storyline, but actually it was a deep movie and made you think of the value of life. It was a moving story with an unhappy ending. A tragedy. But there was also a lot of laugher. A good movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i am back at home. Today morning i cleaned the whole apartment. So, when i came back from the movies then it was so good to come home to a clean apartment :) I took a shower, colored my nails, watched Gossip Girl and Hart of Dixie. Then i ate mandarins, listened to music, did some workout and talked to Shawny on the skype. I think now i am going to bed to read a book and then sleep (although i am not sleepy yet). I just want tomorrow to come quicker! I miss J! I want it to be tomorrow. I want to see him, i want to kiss him, i want to be with him! I miss him so bad! So, i realllly want it to be tomorrow already! And that means the night must pass. And it passes quicker if i sleep ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i am better off to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Night! (it's 9:07pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4560850679376237392?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4560850679376237392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4560850679376237392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4560850679376237392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-day.html' title='Family day'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4137999915387263091</id><published>2011-11-11T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:39:14.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been counting the days and finally Sunday is so close. Tomorrow's Saturday and I am going to the restaurant and to the movies with my parents and sister tomorrow to celebrate Father's Day. Although it's on Sunday. But dad goes to work on Sunday. Oh, Sunday, dear Sunday. I have been waiting for it so long! J comes home on Sunday. And it's our little anniversary, we have been 1 year and 3 months together! Happy days! The happiest! I cannot wait to see his beautiful face, hear is voice, see him laughing and hold him tight next to myself. I miss him so much it hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyrlZ19RVec/Tr2H1yhFzeI/AAAAAAAAA58/OHxcXQxSB2I/s1600/298775_1564627172982_1754470068_759880_23661235_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyrlZ19RVec/Tr2H1yhFzeI/AAAAAAAAA58/OHxcXQxSB2I/s1600/298775_1564627172982_1754470068_759880_23661235_n_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYhuJl6Lh2k/Tr2H4GRFmfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/X-v9CP8AIJo/s1600/1430548365_5_s1rr_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYhuJl6Lh2k/Tr2H4GRFmfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/X-v9CP8AIJo/s1600/1430548365_5_s1rr_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4137999915387263091?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4137999915387263091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/sooo-close.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4137999915387263091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4137999915387263091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/sooo-close.html' title='sooo close!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyrlZ19RVec/Tr2H1yhFzeI/AAAAAAAAA58/OHxcXQxSB2I/s72-c/298775_1564627172982_1754470068_759880_23661235_n_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4119710630495105928</id><published>2011-11-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:34:09.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am counting day's till J comes home again! 7 more days! And we can't even talk to skype all that time because he doesn't have a laptop right now. I miss him so much!!!! But thankfully we can call and send text messages! I love my Prince so much and i really want him to come back home already! I need to spend time with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am at my parents' place right now. I wanted to come here for the weekend so the time would pass quicker. That's what i hoped at least. But i am not so sure about it anymore. Well, i am going back to Tallinn tomorrow. On Monday i'll be busy with uni again and so is the rest of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But i am going to read a book now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4119710630495105928?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4119710630495105928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4119710630495105928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4119710630495105928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-655966231174051388</id><published>2011-11-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:38:57.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you!</title><content type='html'>So hard again! J left back to Finland yesterday. And i am so extremely sad again! It's really hard to be away from someone you love. I envy these couples who can see each other and be together every day! I really value it! And i dream of that life. I keep dreaming that one day it's possible for me and J too. That we go to bed together at night and wake up next to each other EVERY morning! This is my biggest ridream! And i do everything for it to be come true! I have realized lately that no job or no other thing is more important than love. My life for J is the biggest and he's always in the first place in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J bought me an amazing book few days ago. It's called If You Could See Me Now. It's written by Cecelia Ahern - my very favorite bookwriter! All her books are so amazing. Few weeks ago J bought me The Gift (also written by Cecelia Ahern). I have her other books too and today i visited her website and saw that her new book is coming out on 1st December! It's called The Time Of Our Lives. I can't wait to read it. I have all her books right now, except two books of short stories. I hope to get these too. But i guess i must order these because i haven't seen them at our bookshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just colored my finger nails and what i noticed - my nail polish bottle is almost empty. Few years ago i had so many nail polishes and they never ended. Usually they just got old. But recently i have only few favorites that i use a lot and now i see one of my fav purple nail polishes is ending! Wow! It's the first time my nail polish bottle gets empty before it gets old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oeh. I am waiting for J to come to skype... wait..there he is :) Yaya! I better go and talk to him now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-655966231174051388?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/655966231174051388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/655966231174051388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/655966231174051388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing you!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4911316866196644168</id><published>2011-10-29T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:15:30.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world of tastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been reading some of my fav foodblogs for the last 2 hours i think. I love cooking and i love healthy food. I promised myself that when i am moving in with J i´ll try out some new recipes and cook more heatly food, the ones i like. But to be honest i couldnt imagine how much time cooking actaully takes and how expensive is good food. But i still want to give myself a promise to try out something new every week. At least once a week and if i am good i try to blog about it. And i give myself another promise too, if J is home i really try to be a good girlfriend and house"wife" and cook dinners! I want to try out some interesting recipes! :) Cant wait! I also decided that whenever we do go eat out i´ll always try something new. There are so many wonderful meals and wonderful tastes in the world, i want to try as much of them as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, as i was reading different blogs, i started thinking of Christmas. I am so looking forward to it! I am right now in Finland and i found the most amazin Christmas decoration lights!!! So many beautiful and not so expensive at all! I know J is not very excited about Christmas, but he promised to let me have a Christmas tree and decorations! I am so happy. I want our home to be cozy and Christmasy! :) I cant wait to bake gingercookies and have loads of mandarines! Yum! I also cant wait till our apartment is totally ready! There isnt much to do anymore, but sometimes seems that little things take the longest. I just hope everything gets ready by Christmas! But to be honest, i cant wait till J and i have our very own home! But i know, we are young and we have no rush! But still.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, thinking about home. I miss Mister Chuck. I wonder how is he doing. J´s brother is looking after him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" closure_uid_ah9zik="3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/3919691883_725141a0e5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a recipe of a that delicious soup that i definitely want to try to cook too! It is perfect for cold dark autumn night! Warm and tasty dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4911316866196644168?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4911316866196644168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-of-tastes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4911316866196644168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4911316866196644168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-of-tastes.html' title='the world of tastes'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/3919691883_725141a0e5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3244647493454714947</id><published>2011-10-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:47:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday night was so crazy! Js work was supposed to end at 11pm and i wanted to go walk there to meet him half way. So i did. But i walked and walked, time passed, but there was no J. :( It was pretty dark so i get a bit scared too. Then i just turned around and started walking back home because it was so late already and J wasnt anywhere. He was waiting me near my dads house, quite angry. He thought i went back to Estonia with my dad. How silly! I wouldnt go away without telling him, besides i would never leave him like that! He was quite mad even though all i wanted to do was to surprise him by going to meet him half way. But came out his workmate drove him home. They had to pass me by car, but none of us saw each others :/ Anyway, but its okay now. J had calmed down and so am i. J told his boss told he can work on Sunday too if he wants, so we are not going home tomorrow, but on Monday morning with the very first ship! I will miss math class tho :/ I hope its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, i am going to watch Hart of Dixie and then E! channel! There are soooo many awesome shows like Keeping up with the Kardashians and Kendra and Coco and Ice and soooo much more! I love E! channel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3244647493454714947?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3244647493454714947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-of-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3244647493454714947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3244647493454714947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-of-plans.html' title='change of plans'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4472221931655433903</id><published>2011-10-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:14:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoa! Its Friday already! I have managed to get done quite much of my school work ;) My dad went to Estonia today so i am alone at his place in Finland right now. I am waiting till Js work finishes. Then we can be together :) He must work tomorrow too and then on Sunday we are going to Helsinki and then home to Estonia :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oeh, i am pretty tired! I am going to have a cup of tea and watch a movie or something :) I think i will download The Hart of Dixie. I love that tv series!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kyle Webs" class="entry_thumbnail" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16676040/tumblr_ltlrriOaSm1qdbwceo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS! I love autumn! So colorful! So cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4472221931655433903?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4472221931655433903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/quicky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4472221931655433903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4472221931655433903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/quicky.html' title='quicky'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2933594705446497186</id><published>2011-10-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:51:33.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with my J</title><content type='html'>Hellooo again! Sandra is happy. So very happy. Why? Because i can be with my Prince every single day. Even though we can spend only the night and the morning together till he goes to work by 3pm, i am still so happy. I just love the feeling of knowing every day that i can see my honey and sleep next to him and wake up still next to him. He's my treasure, my gift! And i am keeping him close to my heart and sole forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we woke up before 10am. We had a breakfast and watched tv a bit and then took a bus to the city center. We bought a birthday gift for my dad a little bit more. J bought me two chocolate calendars. I KNOW! I am very childish at that point, but i love chocolate calendars. It's a tradition that my family has always followed. And even though i am not a child anymore, i want to have a chocolate advent calendar every December even when im 50 y.o :D We'll see about that :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he bought me one normal one, where you have just a little piece of chocolate behind every window you are opening. But the other calendar is wayyyy bigger and the treats you have behind every window are way sweeter! For example there are M&amp;amp;M candies, snickers, mars, twix, milkyway, bounty and so on. Yummie stuff! ;) &lt;br /&gt;For there who don't know what a chocolate advent&amp;nbsp;calendar is then i put here a photo of it ;) In this photo all the windows are opened, but actually you open one every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q30COZJSLMI/TqhywnwU0LI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qpH65fOfalQ/s1600/chocolate+advent+calendar+open.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q30COZJSLMI/TqhywnwU0LI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qpH65fOfalQ/s320/chocolate+advent+calendar+open.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2933594705446497186?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2933594705446497186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-my-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2933594705446497186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2933594705446497186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-my-j.html' title='with my J'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q30COZJSLMI/TqhywnwU0LI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qpH65fOfalQ/s72-c/chocolate+advent+calendar+open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3525968552625570145</id><published>2011-10-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:41:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So good to be!</title><content type='html'>J is at home and i am having the best time! We have gone to the movies and just out for dinners:) Today we are going to swimming to Kalev SPA and later in the evening we're going to Kohila for the weekend. And on Monday we're going to Finland for a week.&lt;br /&gt;It's so great that J is at home and we can be together. It's always so fun and i just like to be with him, i don't care what we are doing. Just knowing he's here is the best feeling ever!&lt;br /&gt;You never believe how much chocolate J bought me!&amp;nbsp; SOOO much! Now chocolate is my food for months :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he surprised me by buying me a book called "The Gift" (by Cecelia Ahern). I had eyed it on a bookstore for a long time. Cecelia Ahern is my very favorite writer and all her books are soo interesting! So I'm super happy that i have this book now! &lt;br /&gt;I have been quite sick last few days. I have got cold and it sucks. Two nights ago J woke up about 4am and so did i coz i felt so bad. And J cooked me an early breakfast at 5am :) Ommlet! It was so delicious :) And then around 7am he went to buy me some medicine coz we had none at home and i wasnt feeling the best. &lt;br /&gt;O'boy how lucky i am to have J in my life! He treats me like a princess. And i give my best to treat him like a Prince, because that's who he is! My Prince Charming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3525968552625570145?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3525968552625570145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-good-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3525968552625570145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3525968552625570145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-good-to-be.html' title='So good to be!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1907563390166007644</id><published>2011-10-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:49:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Whiii! First of all, i watched Gossip Girl and The Lying Game! O'boy how cool episodes these were! Crazy!!!!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;And today was such a nice day. I went to Rocca Al Mare school to give two classes because the teacher was sick. It was so much fun! I love being a teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;And today&amp;nbsp;i also cleaned the kitchen ;) And i made&amp;nbsp;a cake for J (i hope he's not reading it because the cake is supposed to be a surprise!). I really am looking forward to seeing him! I wanna hug and kiss him and never let him go. He's my sun, my stars, my moon. My world! I love him so much that!!!!! And i am so happy. I am going to bed a big smile on my face. My honey is coming home tomorrow!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1907563390166007644?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1907563390166007644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1907563390166007644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1907563390166007644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5878790479840876471</id><published>2011-10-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:30:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I am soooo disappointed right now! And mad. I even don't know why i take it so seriously, but c'mon. I don't understand people who talk, talk, talk, but don't DO anything! If you promise to do something, then do it. You have 3 weeks, but you decide to do it in the last minute and then too you think it would be better to wait.. Wtf? Ugh, i am so frustrated. I only want good. I want the best. I wish i lived here alone coz by now the kitchen would be ready! I wouldnt have to wait for the people who promise to do something, but&amp;nbsp;they don't. I really wanted everything to be ready by the time J comes home. I wanted him not to worry about kitchen anymore, i wanted it to be done. Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;But it's not up to me. I gave my best. Today i cleaned the apartment and i am ready for J to come home. I miss him so much!!!!! I cannot wait to see and be with him!&lt;br /&gt;I very hope that we can spend a lootttt of time together. That's the one reason i wanted kitchen to be ready, so he wouldnt have to spend time on that. He needs to rest and he comes home so seldom. I want him to come to his beautiful home where things have got some turns and actions. But no.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. But like i said, i can't do anything about it. All i can do is to welcome J with my kisses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-5878790479840876471?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5878790479840876471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5878790479840876471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5878790479840876471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4709638607473322824</id><published>2011-10-16T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:03:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you love someone, tell them. Because sometimes people forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4709638607473322824?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4709638607473322824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-love-someone-tell-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4709638607473322824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4709638607473322824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-love-someone-tell-them.html' title=''/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-389940929259269776</id><published>2011-10-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:59:28.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i hate myself. Because i ruin all the good i have. And the second i do it i wish i could turn the time back.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you are more forgiving and that you don't always cut me off and leave my alone. You always do that. Leave me alone. :( And it hurts a lot. You promised not to do that. You promised to stay with me no matter what, even if you are mad at me. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's my fault, but i am sorry and i ask for your forgiveness. I want to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-389940929259269776?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/389940929259269776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/389940929259269776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/389940929259269776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7940624932133572553</id><published>2011-10-15T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:44:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When I'm weak, I draw strength from you, and when you're lost, I know how to change your mood.  And when I'm down, you breathe life over me.  And even though we are&amp;nbsp;sometimes miles apart, we are each other's destiny."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting you home, my Prince! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7940624932133572553?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7940624932133572553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7940624932133572553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7940624932133572553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-destiny.html' title='my destiny'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1518975544924953592</id><published>2011-10-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:19:11.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new day</title><content type='html'>Though last night i wasn't the happiest, things got turns! Two hours later i was smiling and i got to sleep well :) Oh, it was sooo good to sleep! Every morning i have had to wake up so early to go to university, but today my class starts at 12:15pm so i got to sleep longer. It felt soooo good!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I just had a breakfast, but i am still craving for something. Maybe for a muesli with milk? Yessss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sooooooo hope that by the end of today we finally have a sink and water in our kitchen!!!! Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1518975544924953592?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1518975544924953592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1518975544924953592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1518975544924953592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-day.html' title='new day'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-449774312810446165</id><published>2011-10-13T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:58:17.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen</title><content type='html'>13. It's just a number for some of us. But for me it means so much. It's a magical number for me! And every month on 13th i hope it to be a very good day, a perfect day. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it's not. And it's not always up to me how the day turns out to be. But i always try to make it a very special and just a beautiful day. Today was fine. Okay. The day isn't over yet, but i doubt it'll change anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could go to bed my head full of happy thoughts and that i would feel complitely happy. Right now my head if full of different thoughts. And it's not the best thing. So, the day didn't turn out to be so magical afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait for next 13th :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-449774312810446165?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/449774312810446165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/449774312810446165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/449774312810446165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/thirteen.html' title='thirteen'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3763750472256207284</id><published>2011-10-10T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:05:14.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lsv40ipfdg1qmxbzeo1_500_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15894121/tumblr_lsv40ipFDG1qmxbzeo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3763750472256207284?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3763750472256207284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3763750472256207284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3763750472256207284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-everything.html' title='My Everything!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4354945253254584197</id><published>2011-10-10T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:04:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark autumn :/</title><content type='html'>Oh! I don't know what's wrong with me! I have a good life, the best man next to me. But i am still sad. I think it's because of the darkness of autumn. Of course i feel a bit lonely because J isn't here. But we talk every day on skype! It makes me happy. But still, i must get over this bad/sad mood. I need energy and i want to smile just like most of the time i do. I sometimes think too much and it makes me sad. But i forgot to appreciate what i have. I am sorry. Because deep in my heart i am the most happiest girl on planet, because i have J in my life!!! I can't wait till 19th October when he's coming home. It'll be so special day for me&amp;nbsp;because this time i am missing him more than i have ever done and i sooooo want to see him and be with him already!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, my promise for this dark and rainy autumn: I wake up with a big smile on my face and i'll keep it on my face the whole day. And i promise to find something optimistic from every bad situation. I promise to be happy and positive like i used to be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Adorable-cute-happy-life-wonderful-favim.com-163531_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15894531/adorable-cute-happy-life-wonderful-Favim.com-163531_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4354945253254584197?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4354945253254584197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/dark-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4354945253254584197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4354945253254584197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/dark-autumn.html' title='Dark autumn :/'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-798123433616725893</id><published>2011-10-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:50:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took Mister Chuck home today! He's adorable. Everything is very new for him so he's walking around and he's so curious. He also slept for a long time and now he's full&amp;nbsp;of energy. It's 10:45pm and to be honest i would like to go to bed soon. But i am not sure he's letting me sleep. We'll see :P&lt;/div&gt;I talked to J on skype before and he saw our little Chuck too :) J seemed to like him a lot. It makes me so happy! It's our little kitten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krpFgEABkM/To9XwZ92EaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wHS8woahO-o/s1600/PICT0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krpFgEABkM/To9XwZ92EaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wHS8woahO-o/s320/PICT0016.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd-c0rv5XBI/To9X0ebTZyI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jJFbR0Lw-_A/s1600/PICT0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd-c0rv5XBI/To9X0ebTZyI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jJFbR0Lw-_A/s320/PICT0026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-798123433616725893?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/798123433616725893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/mister-chuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/798123433616725893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/798123433616725893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/mister-chuck.html' title='Mister Chuck'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krpFgEABkM/To9XwZ92EaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wHS8woahO-o/s72-c/PICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3360735302050471071</id><published>2011-10-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:34:49.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to visit the kittens. They were soooo cute! And you have no idea how small they were. So small! Of course i had to choose one which&amp;nbsp;i would like to take home with me on Friday. It was so hard. But i chose the one that i saw first, he was different coz he was sitting on a cat-tree and just looking at me when i first stepped in. The owner said he's the one who likes to be on your lap a lot and wants to be be hold a lot. He also wants to come to your bed at night. Perfect for me when i am alone. I justhope i can give him the best home possible! By the way, he doesn't have a name yet. I need&amp;nbsp;to talk to J and decide how we are going to call our little&amp;nbsp;kitten :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoYP08iIs68/ToyHBqCO-tI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FGBWmeX5Wlc/s1600/316741_221190067942295_151912581536711_593790_1485997331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoYP08iIs68/ToyHBqCO-tI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FGBWmeX5Wlc/s320/316741_221190067942295_151912581536711_593790_1485997331_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's our cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3360735302050471071?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3360735302050471071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/sooo-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3360735302050471071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3360735302050471071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/sooo-cute.html' title='sooo cute!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoYP08iIs68/ToyHBqCO-tI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FGBWmeX5Wlc/s72-c/316741_221190067942295_151912581536711_593790_1485997331_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1876253935154878744</id><published>2011-10-05T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:49:03.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the reason I smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh i just have to write here. I need to share my happiness with someone. I am sooo happy! :) I just am. So so happy! I am shining and smiling and oh i want everybody to know how happy i am! And there's only one reason for that. One amazing, caring, handsome, tall, cute and loving reason - Jay! He's my everything. My reason to be who i am. I smile every time i think of him. I dream of him every day and night! It's so hard to be away from him, but it's better than not having him in my life at all. I am counting days till he's coming back home! I need him! Love, oh, love. It's a beautiful feeling. He is the love of my life and makes my life perfect! I have never been happier than i am right now. I am so grateful for what i have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="1313754583_image_560408112224474613767_large" class="img" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15640304/1313754583_image_560408112224474613767_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1876253935154878744?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1876253935154878744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-reason-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1876253935154878744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1876253935154878744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-reason-i-smile.html' title='You are the reason I smile!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3249781384430650603</id><published>2011-10-04T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:40:00.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you know that You are the BEST! I have nothing to regret. I love everything you have given me. Everything you have done for me. You have made my dreams come true. Don't you ever forget that you mean everything to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzkQ3CxscV8/Tosoww6NJ6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/S8eMk4ohTog/s1600/tumblr_lqn4ytuPJP1qkbon3o1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzkQ3CxscV8/Tosoww6NJ6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/S8eMk4ohTog/s1600/tumblr_lqn4ytuPJP1qkbon3o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3249781384430650603?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3249781384430650603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-little-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3249781384430650603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3249781384430650603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-little-reminder.html' title='Just a little reminder...'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzkQ3CxscV8/Tosoww6NJ6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/S8eMk4ohTog/s72-c/tumblr_lqn4ytuPJP1qkbon3o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-6105062119462669068</id><published>2011-10-03T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:33:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish there were Santa Clauses in autumn too, because i have a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A kitten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;saw today on facebook that&amp;nbsp;very cute kittens are looking for home&amp;nbsp;and i can't stop thinking about them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;J knows i want a kitten, so i really really really hope he'll let me get one! It'll make me and the kitten so happy! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB6nD9pqrnY/TooNfGvPWeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q5VGEriDloo/s1600/kassipoeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB6nD9pqrnY/TooNfGvPWeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q5VGEriDloo/s320/kassipoeg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she/he adorable! Only 5 weeks old! Poor kitten was left alone with his/her siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-6105062119462669068?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6105062119462669068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6105062119462669068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6105062119462669068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB6nD9pqrnY/TooNfGvPWeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q5VGEriDloo/s72-c/kassipoeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-457174561930736252</id><published>2011-10-03T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:24:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We make magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather was so beautiful on last weekend. Sun was shining and it was warm. But it started raining again last night. For some reason, i don't mind. I like autumn. I like it's getting colder and darker. I like to stay at home, drink hot tea, light some candles and listen to good music. Home is the best place to be when it's a dark and cold autumn night! Especially when it's raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's weird that i have been living in the apartment about a month, but it already feels so comfortable and right place for me! I only with J was here! Then i would be completely happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But knowing that he's in my life and that we both care of each other makes my days perfect. I wake up a big silly smile on my face. I don't care if the weather is bad, i don't care if teachers give us so much homework. Because these are pointless little things. But love is important. Happiness is important. And i have them both in my life! I am lucky! And i would always fight for these, always!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting days till i can see J again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between ... you occupy my mind. So, practically every moment of the day you are in my thoughts. I miss you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD-dneRm3Gw/TooLjuiDOOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xpfDaQkbdT8/s1600/meie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD-dneRm3Gw/TooLjuiDOOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xpfDaQkbdT8/s320/meie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD-dneRm3Gw/TooLjuiDOOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xpfDaQkbdT8/s1600/meie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" unselectable="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-457174561930736252?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/457174561930736252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-make-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/457174561930736252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/457174561930736252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-make-magic.html' title='We make magic!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD-dneRm3Gw/TooLjuiDOOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xpfDaQkbdT8/s72-c/meie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-340956603310408588</id><published>2011-10-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:43:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>I just noticed i havent updated here for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;The week when J was at home was&amp;nbsp;so great! I felt lik in heaven! He always makes me feel like a pricess. I love being around him.&lt;br /&gt;We did all kinds of fun things. We went to the movies (3 times), we had dinners out many times and we just spent a lot of time together. The weather was very nice too. Sunny and warm. We walked and talked and ohh..it was a good week!&lt;br /&gt;Now he's back in Finland and i am again counting days till he comes home! I miss him a lot whenever he's away :(&amp;nbsp; But i'm stong and optimistic. I must be happy that i have so amazing man in my life! he's my everything!&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with university work. I had to be a "teacher" at art class and PE class. I am so glad these are over. But don't get me wrong, these were both fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's weekend now. I came home today because it's my grandpa's 70th birthday! We had a really nice time celebrating his birthday! And oh, i ate so much :D I was joking i was eating so much so i wouldnt have to eat anything upcoming week! Wish it was true! But i know tomorrow i'll be hungry again :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was just looking old photos.. the first year of uni, meeting J and everything about last year. I feel so blessed! I really love my life:) I'm so incridebly happy i met my Prince Charming. He makes my days complete! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-340956603310408588?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/340956603310408588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/340956603310408588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/340956603310408588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7587945056716930463</id><published>2011-09-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T06:55:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happppppy days!</title><content type='html'>J is at home and i am soooo happy :D Everything is so great, honestly! I like that we can talk and set thoight right. I know we both make mistakes and sometimes act the way we don't want to act. But we still do, without even knowing why. It's okay, as long as we learn from our mistakes and try to be better.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun yesterday. J surprised me with two beautiful roses! I hadn't got roses for a while so it definitely surprised me! :) And then we went to J's dad's place (me, J and his bro). We sat there for a while, talked and then we headed out for a lunch (i ate a very delicious fish!) and then all four of us went to the movies to watch Final Desitnation 5 ! Oh'boy was that&amp;nbsp;a MOVIE! So awesome! And creepy. I really liked it. After the movies we went home. It was so good to sleep next to my man, cuddle with him. He keeps me warm. I wish he could be with me every single day and night! &lt;br /&gt;Today J woke before me. Such a surprise! But i actually very liked it. We talked and just laughed. Then we headed out for a breakfast. We went to the Vapiano for a pasta ( i know weird choice for breakfast, but we were starved!). Anyway, then we went to the movies! We wacthed Friends With Benefits. I soooooooooo loved it! It was the bestest movie i had watched for a long time! :) Ok. I better go and spend my whole time with J ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7587945056716930463?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7587945056716930463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/happppppy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7587945056716930463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7587945056716930463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/happppppy-days.html' title='Happppppy days!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1549183753881530043</id><published>2011-09-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:56:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>Sadness in my heart and sole. Oh, i wish i could smile. But there's no point&amp;nbsp;at smiling because i would still be hurt and broken inside. Sadness. A word that describes what i feel inside. &lt;br /&gt;One day could change everything. Actually one word or sentence could. And love. It's a mystory to me. I still think it's the most beautiful feeling in the whole wide word. But it can bring you a lot of sadness too. &lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for Friday. But at the same time i am so scared of it. I don't know what am i going to do. I feel so lost and alone. I feel empty and betrayed. I'm sad. And still, all i want is You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1549183753881530043?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1549183753881530043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1549183753881530043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1549183753881530043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-689031475542182754</id><published>2011-09-21T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:07:42.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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First i had geography lesson at Kadrioru ... . It was pretty pointess because teacher walked so fast and we had to run to keep up with her. And she talked so quietly we hardly heard what she was telling us! And on top of it all, she made up climb up some rocks, walk through the forest. My boots were sooooo muddy! :| It didn't look pretty. haha. And she kept us there so long that we were late to our art class. Anyway, art was fun. But when the class ended i had a big amount of mud under my desk. Thank God i wasn't the only one :D&lt;br /&gt;After university i ran through the foodshop and then i met my long lost friend Elise (i am kidding...she's not that lost!). But we hadn't seen since April because she's living in Denmark. We came to my place because i was waiting for Starman Internet and cable guy to come here. We had a cup of tea and when the cable guy left, we headed out for a dinner. We also wanted to go to the movies, but there wasn't much to watch. All good movies are&amp;nbsp;coming out on 23th September. :/ But we still got to talk a lot so it was good! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am back at home now. Finally we have a fast Internet! Yay! I feel good. But not great. I feel like something big and important is missing. I&amp;nbsp;was walking on the street alone before&amp;nbsp;and my thoughts were only at one place. I wish i could do something to make things okay again. Because i feel so weak and not like me. I want to have happy thoughts, i want to smile even if I am alone. I want to have reason to wake up a smile on my face. Only one person could make this all happen. Just one voice!&lt;br /&gt;Missing you is the hardest thing on Earth. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-9109207937291919789?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9109207937291919789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-thoughts-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/9109207937291919789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/9109207937291919789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-thoughts-today.html' title='my thoughts today'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-6224175615130514421</id><published>2011-09-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:25:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How long?</title><content type='html'>I am sad. And there's no one who could help me. Well, only one person, but he's more like helping me become more miserable :( &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hurt on purpose someone you love? Does it feel good? I can't imagine. I have never done it. If i do hurt someone sometimes it's not on purpose. And i apologize. Why is it so hard to say you're sorry. Sorry. It's only 5 words, one big meaning that could make things so much better. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, i am obviously thinking too much. I just want to go back&amp;nbsp;at time and change few things.. I wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;How long can one person be mad at someone they love? Just because they are so subborn? Oh, i just have to learn to live with it! Gotta be strong and just wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-6224175615130514421?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6224175615130514421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6224175615130514421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6224175615130514421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-long.html' title='How long?'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2957043466334390956</id><published>2011-09-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:21:32.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UReJ_18uGeo/TnY2ZT1TVNI/AAAAAAAAA44/_WIB3r0KxKU/s1600/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UReJ_18uGeo/TnY2ZT1TVNI/AAAAAAAAA44/_WIB3r0KxKU/s320/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am sorry. Even if I'm not guilty, not on purpose anyway. You should have just explained me, not yelled at me. If you don't talk to me about everything how do you expect me to know everything and act the way you want. I made a mistake without even knowing it. And seems like i had ruined everything. But you can't just yell blame and&amp;nbsp;me. It's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you are the one who should apologize now. For blaming me for something i didn't even know about. I didn't know i did anything wrong. If i had known it first, i wouldn't have done it. You know it. I won't do anything to harm you. But it seems you still haven't understood it. I hope you'll realise it soon how much i care of you and how i would never hurt or harm you. I am sorry. And i hope you are too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2957043466334390956?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2957043466334390956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-sorry_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2957043466334390956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2957043466334390956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-sorry_18.html' title='I am sorry.'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UReJ_18uGeo/TnY2ZT1TVNI/AAAAAAAAA44/_WIB3r0KxKU/s72-c/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5114097980100174790</id><published>2011-09-17T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:06:15.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0NQkwbJYog/TnTtqti1zQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Xi5wPLLwtAg/s1600/tumblr_lo80hvSFrr1qlzf5wo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653404750292831490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0NQkwbJYog/TnTtqti1zQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Xi5wPLLwtAg/s400/tumblr_lo80hvSFrr1qlzf5wo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, i am a dreamer! Everybody knows it. But i think it's not a bad thing. I have had dreams my whole life. And it's such a great feeling if some of my dreams have come true! One of them was meeting my Prince Charming! :) The bestest dream i had ever had! Sometimes if you dream and dream and dream, your dreams just come true! So keep dreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like my dear friend Clara once said: "Nowadays my only dream is to dream another dream."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MFqBbekhoA/TnTuw6syrJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bQh_K-oOY88/s1600/tumblr_lptlvruBbH1r1xddho1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653405956415073426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MFqBbekhoA/TnTuw6syrJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bQh_K-oOY88/s400/tumblr_lptlvruBbH1r1xddho1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjbxSeyq5ik/TnTu7wUUHmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/vXrV3qRX-OU/s1600/tumblr_lqn4ytuPJP1qkbon3o1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653406142606614114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjbxSeyq5ik/TnTu7wUUHmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/vXrV3qRX-OU/s400/tumblr_lqn4ytuPJP1qkbon3o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-NRkOsHky8/TnTvFVkjkSI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nZM9v2tWV7c/s1600/tumblr_lqnhifv7uS1qiji6wo1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653406307225669922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-NRkOsHky8/TnTvFVkjkSI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nZM9v2tWV7c/s400/tumblr_lqnhifv7uS1qiji6wo1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J, i love you. You are my biggest dream, hope and faith. You make all my dreams come true! I fell in love with you at the moment i saw you. You had me at hello!&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/711647390777315145-5114097980100174790?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5114097980100174790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5114097980100174790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5114097980100174790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0NQkwbJYog/TnTtqti1zQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Xi5wPLLwtAg/s72-c/tumblr_lo80hvSFrr1qlzf5wo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5825949788964349219</id><published>2011-09-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:10:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I know that sometimes you do it on purpose. To hurt me. And it works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i talk and talk and talk. And you keep being silent. Silence is sometimes even more hurtful than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. And i love you. And i know you do, too. But it still hurts you pretend you don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we shouldn't keep so much anger or sadness inside of us. We should let it quickly go away because we live once and we must appreciate what we have in our life. Today is a gift, that's whay it's called a present! Life your life today like there's no tomorrow. Don't go to bed without making sure you have told how much some people mean to you, how much you love them. It's what i always do. I just can't go to bed if i haven't told J i love him, coz you never know what the next day can bring. All i know, i won't have any regrets as long as he knows how MUCH i love him! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-5825949788964349219?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5825949788964349219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5825949788964349219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5825949788964349219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-862352680945444341</id><published>2011-09-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:28:26.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, the weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's definitely the weather that causes my weird mood. I feel so weird.. sad without no reason. The weather is so depressing! But oh well, it's autumn and i must get used to it. I can't hope the summer is going to return..not just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just talked to J and he made me feel better. But still. I miss him a lot and this makes me sad too :/ I can't wait till he comes home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-862352680945444341?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/862352680945444341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/uh-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/862352680945444341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/862352680945444341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/uh-weather.html' title='Uh, the weather!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5261090479696303691</id><published>2011-09-08T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:16:42.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rETRBZXjVXw/TmkiSYkLBpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3VBxfzHKatg/s1600/tumblr_lpqtcrqsMf1r0my0xo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650084906740156050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rETRBZXjVXw/TmkiSYkLBpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3VBxfzHKatg/s400/tumblr_lpqtcrqsMf1r0my0xo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S + J = love forever&lt;br /&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/711647390777315145-5261090479696303691?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5261090479696303691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5261090479696303691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5261090479696303691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-feel.html' title='what i feel'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rETRBZXjVXw/TmkiSYkLBpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3VBxfzHKatg/s72-c/tumblr_lpqtcrqsMf1r0my0xo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4866577414283189144</id><published>2011-09-08T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:09:58.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's autumn :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i really think it's autumn here. It's getting darker, it's getting colder. And it's raining a lot. And i got a cold - i have a sore throat and runny nose. It's not fun at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be my last day of internship at Rocca al Mare school. I LOVE that school. Honestly, it's so awesome there. All the teachers are so nice and fun. And of course my class is super!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i am very waiting for tomorrow because i'm going to Finland! Yay! I will see the love of my life and we can spend the weekend together! I am really excited coz i miss him a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i am so tired, but i am waiting for J. He just finished his job and i think he'll come to skype soon, too. So we can chat a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope i can win this battle with the cold i have caught. I need to be well. University classes will start next week. I need energy and good health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4866577414283189144?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4866577414283189144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-autumn-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4866577414283189144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4866577414283189144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-autumn-o.html' title='It&apos;s autumn :O'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7788916334143884662</id><published>2011-09-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:21:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>Trust. It has been always the most important part of a relationship for me. I learned it long ago. I like to see it as a vase. Trust is like a vase. If you break it, it's really hard to fix it. I think we can always forgive, but we won't forget. And if you loose your trust to somebody it's so hard to start trusting them again. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;Some people has made mistakes and lied. But everything comes out. Always. No matter how. Is it in the right or wrong way. It doesn't matter in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And if you say it's innocent and it's nothing, then why to hide if in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Is hiding and lying the same? I don't know. But one is sure, neither of them are good.&lt;br /&gt;I have million thoughts in my head, but i think this place isn't the best place where to write them down right now.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i never have to feel the way i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7788916334143884662?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7788916334143884662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7788916334143884662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7788916334143884662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1827489832247411261</id><published>2011-08-28T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:26:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting..and then bed!</title><content type='html'>Oeh. Things aren't nice right now. I have a lot in my mind. Maybe it's even good? Anyway, i really hoped i could talk to J tonight before i go to bed and he goes to work, but he doesn't pick up his phone and he's not on the Internet either. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a crazy day. Tough day. But thankfully J is coming home. Only nice thing about tomorrow. A very nice, actually. I am so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired right now, though it's not that late. It's 9.25pm. I think i'll be up till J goes to work. Maybe he comes to net before he leaves?! And after that i'll fall asleep for sure, i know that! (I work hard to keep my eyes open right now already..my eyelids are so heavy!). But it's worth for waiting. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1827489832247411261?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1827489832247411261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/waitingand-then-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1827489832247411261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1827489832247411261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/waitingand-then-bed.html' title='waiting..and then bed!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7766688344975798474</id><published>2011-08-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:23:36.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdE_nmxv4g0/TlfIX6FlcCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1EOI3j8YiIE/s1600/wedding%252Ccuddle%252Chug%252Clove%252Ccouple%252Csaying-b018ce8da01a7eed44853737943ca8db_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdE_nmxv4g0/TlfIX6FlcCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1EOI3j8YiIE/s400/wedding%252Ccuddle%252Chug%252Clove%252Ccouple%252Csaying-b018ce8da01a7eed44853737943ca8db_h_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645200970987434018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7766688344975798474?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7766688344975798474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-it-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7766688344975798474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7766688344975798474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-make-it-true.html' title='You make it true!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdE_nmxv4g0/TlfIX6FlcCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1EOI3j8YiIE/s72-c/wedding%252Ccuddle%252Chug%252Clove%252Ccouple%252Csaying-b018ce8da01a7eed44853737943ca8db_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7067265748759107184</id><published>2011-08-26T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:18:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy Friday</title><content type='html'>Tired. Again. I went to Tallinn early in the morning and i was back at home at 12am. I was soooo tired. I am not used to wake up so early. Anyway, at home i slept till 3 o'clock, then i read a book and then kept sleeping till 6pm. Seems that i have been sleeping most of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow i am going to pack my things and on Sunday I'm going to Tallinn coz i must wake up early on Monday. Next week is going to be fun, busy and crazy. I hope i have time to relax too. Johannes is at home, so i'll enjoy next week for sure!!!! :D I just hope this moving in to his place and unpacking my things won't take too long. I want to spend every second with him. I have to do some school stuff anyway, but luckily only in the mornings. I am so glad that 1st grade students have mostly only 4 classes a day :)&lt;br /&gt;Oeh, i am right now waiting for J to come to skype. I better call him:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7067265748759107184?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7067265748759107184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7067265748759107184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7067265748759107184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepy-friday.html' title='sleepy Friday'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8042110838154447772</id><published>2011-08-25T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:55:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to hug my Prince!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2tSIMioNI/TlaajvUUtII/AAAAAAAAA38/6agBhrCeZ4c/s1600/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2tSIMioNI/TlaajvUUtII/AAAAAAAAA38/6agBhrCeZ4c/s400/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644869121743303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8042110838154447772?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8042110838154447772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-hug-my-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8042110838154447772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8042110838154447772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-hug-my-prince.html' title='I want to hug my Prince!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2tSIMioNI/TlaajvUUtII/AAAAAAAAA38/6agBhrCeZ4c/s72-c/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1872920536391670769</id><published>2011-08-25T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:40:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm as tired as this cute kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vkSj3mXFws/TlaW4sZriNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/zPrxPpnsPzk/s1600/tumblr_lq3yll71pb1qjqdfao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vkSj3mXFws/TlaW4sZriNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/zPrxPpnsPzk/s400/tumblr_lq3yll71pb1qjqdfao1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644865083691206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1872920536391670769?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1872920536391670769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-as-tired-as-this-cute-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1872920536391670769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1872920536391670769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-as-tired-as-this-cute-kitty.html' title='I&apos;m as tired as this cute kitty!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vkSj3mXFws/TlaW4sZriNI/AAAAAAAAA3s/zPrxPpnsPzk/s72-c/tumblr_lq3yll71pb1qjqdfao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-406243269169900419</id><published>2011-08-25T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:33:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own world of books</title><content type='html'>I have been lately so tired. I have spent most of the days in my bed reading a book or just looking around the Net. I finished reading "Mini shopaholic" which was very funny book. Next i read "Minu Eesti 2" (My Estonia 2). I started with it months ago, but then i got some new books and this one was set aside. Anyway, now i managed to read it through. And after that i read "True Believer" by Nicholas Sparks. I finished with it today. It was such a good book. And now I'm reading "Peaaegu täiuslik" (Almost perfect). I decided that i should read books that are on my bookshelf and that i have bought, but never really gotten so far to read them. Anyway, as it seems last couple of days i have managed to change it. And i still have 6 more books to read :) But uni starts soon and i bet i won't have much time to read at that time. It'll be crazy busy!&lt;br /&gt;Oeh, it's 9.30pm and I'm SO tired :/ I guess it's time for me to go to bed (actually i already am in my bed.Lol).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. I miss J. Surprise, surprise, huh? Well, i really am looking forward to 29th when he comes home. In the morning i have some things to do and then he can take care of me at home :) We can finally be together again! He makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-406243269169900419?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/406243269169900419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-own-world-of-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/406243269169900419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/406243269169900419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-own-world-of-books.html' title='My own world of books'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2677613049303564875</id><published>2011-08-22T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:13:34.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of love</title><content type='html'>Okay, i haven't blogged for quite a while. First of all i must say that i had sooo amazingly fun day with J on 16th Aug. We shopped a bit and then we went to an amusement park in Helsinki. OMG! It was so awesome, scary, crazy and much more! I seriously enjoyed every second with J! It was just a perfect way to celebrate our 1 year anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;I would have never believed that i had gone to American Mountains and loads of other scary rides. But i did! And it was so much fun! When J is next to me I'm not scared. He protects me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8X_TKoxZr8/TlIKxajQQZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0kYkJlqQ6UY/s1600/tumblr_loj6ueNZ1L1qlv657o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8X_TKoxZr8/TlIKxajQQZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0kYkJlqQ6UY/s400/tumblr_loj6ueNZ1L1qlv657o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643585127105708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that wonderful day we took a boat back to Estonia. Then we did lots of shopping the next day. We bought a new bed, a closet, curtains and lots of other smaller things. Our bedroom is almost ready! We only need to buy me a desk where i can study.&lt;br /&gt;But we also had fun when J was here. We went to the movies twice, we watched the last part of Harry Potter and a movie Captain America. We also had dinners out and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Now J is back in Finland and i am counting the days till he gets back!!!! When he's coming back we'll finally move my things to his apartment! And then I'm officially living there :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that he can be in Estonia for a week. I love spending time with my love!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my university starts soon. I am actually pretty excited. But i have to wake up pretty early coz classes start at 8:15am already. I'll get to used to it, I'm sure :)&lt;br /&gt;But right now i want to enjoy the last weeks of my summer holiday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLXuavEV3Pg/TlIPFqJtwpI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qeBwIGQAxUE/s1600/tumblr_lqba8qUj6q1qbj0beo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLXuavEV3Pg/TlIPFqJtwpI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qeBwIGQAxUE/s400/tumblr_lqba8qUj6q1qbj0beo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643589872937452178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzGoPW9oloY/TlIPbkwPUEI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sADjSxtfaJM/s1600/1013814550fb340f3a_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzGoPW9oloY/TlIPbkwPUEI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sADjSxtfaJM/s400/1013814550fb340f3a_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643590249445544002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-2677613049303564875?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2677613049303564875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2677613049303564875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/2677613049303564875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/days-of-love.html' title='Days of love'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8X_TKoxZr8/TlIKxajQQZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0kYkJlqQ6UY/s72-c/tumblr_loj6ueNZ1L1qlv657o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-486500585688919065</id><published>2011-08-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:03:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I am finally in Finland with Johannes. I can finally hold him, talk to him, joke with him, laugh with him, hug and kiss him. I missed him SO much! He's the best guy and the most important to me! I love him from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much is going on lately, but i  try to hold on to what's the most important. Even if you have some decisions to make, you have problems or doubts, in the end everything goes how it has to go. Life's beautiful. And our happiness in in our own hands. I love J soooo much and i am very very very very happy with him! No matter what! And i want him to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Helsinki to Linnanmäki amusement part! We are going to celebrate our 1 year anniversary. It's going to be much fun. We can spend the whole day together having fun. i am absolutely waiting for it. And later at night we are going back to Estonia because we have some things to do in next two days. I am so glad J has some days off from work. I hope we can go to the movies and have fun. We haven't done that in Estonia for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's SOOOO good to be back from the dancing camp. It was fun, but 2 weeks felt like 2 months :/ I was going crazy. I missed J just so much. But now i am with him and i won't be away from him for so long anymore!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-486500585688919065?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/486500585688919065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/486500585688919065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/486500585688919065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-5711087030260884586</id><published>2011-08-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:24:29.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed6MwGO_q4Q/TkVToaerOhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/iaMijHsItWc/s1600/tumblr_lpdz1o3sxf1qcat8ho1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed6MwGO_q4Q/TkVToaerOhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/iaMijHsItWc/s400/tumblr_lpdz1o3sxf1qcat8ho1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640006062119270930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!!!!! It's my last night here!!!!Yay! I'll get home tomorrow and I'll get to see J a day after tomorrow. O'boy i haven't been so excited for ages! I miss him like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! I am SO happppppy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-5711087030260884586?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5711087030260884586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5711087030260884586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/5711087030260884586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed6MwGO_q4Q/TkVToaerOhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/iaMijHsItWc/s72-c/tumblr_lpdz1o3sxf1qcat8ho1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-8657939193947324527</id><published>2011-08-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:04:19.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day after tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fO8vgsA8vMI/TkQKP1Z4jNI/AAAAAAAAA28/fT34MZ7EAjc/s1600/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fO8vgsA8vMI/TkQKP1Z4jNI/AAAAAAAAA28/fT34MZ7EAjc/s400/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639643900524661970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to HUG you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful songs makes me feel good. Knowing that a day after tomorrow I'm going home makes me feel even more good. I am seriously counting every hour. Yeah, i miss home that bad. lol. Nope, actually i miss J!&lt;br /&gt;Today has been pretty fun day. Quite usual too. We just had dinner and knowing that we won't get to eat till tomorrow morning, makes us all so anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jane has let me listen to some very very good songs! Now i have new favorites. We have pretty similar taste of music. Spanish music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS!I love you too much for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-je75S4D4yjc/TkQLQcV8rAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/kjxBpSC_ssg/s1600/tumblr_lpo4ljfGZP1qzkfbpo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-je75S4D4yjc/TkQLQcV8rAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/kjxBpSC_ssg/s400/tumblr_lpo4ljfGZP1qzkfbpo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639645010488765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for fruits! Especially for strawberries!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-8657939193947324527?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8657939193947324527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-after-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8657939193947324527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/8657939193947324527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='day after tomorrow!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fO8vgsA8vMI/TkQKP1Z4jNI/AAAAAAAAA28/fT34MZ7EAjc/s72-c/tumblr_lph4lwFKVn1r0hrwno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-2332127718097827243</id><published>2011-08-09T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:06:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, oh Love!</title><content type='html'>I am breathless! I really am. I don't know how to express what i am feeling right now. It's pure happiness! It's impossible to describe. I love him from the bottom of my heart. And it makes me feel so special to know that our love is so strong and we both mean a world to each other! He's my Prince Charming who i met a year ago and i absolutely melted...i just fell in love with him. So easily. How couldn't I? He's so sweet, so smart, so handsome, with the biggest heart ever! I feel so safe with him. He makes my life complete! My love is endless :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxjQ7i476iA/TkGTPVlueyI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZnMZxAouKb4/s1600/6000697149_6562293706_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxjQ7i476iA/TkGTPVlueyI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZnMZxAouKb4/s400/6000697149_6562293706_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950100147272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae9q2EO2CXE/TkGTGJSGjgI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4jpTNRjMmUs/s1600/tumblr_lnvgliB4Vi1qm5k2no1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae9q2EO2CXE/TkGTGJSGjgI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4jpTNRjMmUs/s400/tumblr_lnvgliB4Vi1qm5k2no1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638949942224915970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAGlPfUUIU0/TkGS3GQp6uI/AAAAAAAAA2k/4j9LA7McUlw/s1600/tumblr_lpoe4kZFgA1qg60nmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuzFAbEm4Q/TkFuk4-ousI/AAAAAAAAA2c/UWD3Dfs628w/s400/musile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638909788494019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4091912243969468842?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4091912243969468842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/johannesele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4091912243969468842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4091912243969468842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/johannesele.html' title='Johannesele!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuzFAbEm4Q/TkFuk4-ousI/AAAAAAAAA2c/UWD3Dfs628w/s72-c/musile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-233242470664254568</id><published>2011-08-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:29:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes me happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qksPfdoetZU/TkFuS0o3SvI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ys-Sp_20n3s/s1600/tumblr_lhrakiiLP51qhzyvgo1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qksPfdoetZU/TkFuS0o3SvI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ys-Sp_20n3s/s400/tumblr_lhrakiiLP51qhzyvgo1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638909478091311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Happy!&lt;br /&gt;I talked to J and he put a smile on my face! :) He always does! He makes me feel so warm and he's so positive. I felt so far from hi, but now i feel he's so close. He Is! Because he's in my heart! I am looking forward to Sunday more than i have ever looked forward to anything else i think. Being apart from him for two weeks is TOO LONG! It may sound stupid, but that's how i feel. I'm in love. I am crazy about my man! And he's my One and Only! My Prince! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBjLQIaxrfk/TkFuKDjL-gI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gg0X-AvIe_g/s1600/tumblr_lhm9ruBOYK1qef5huo1_400_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBjLQIaxrfk/TkFuKDjL-gI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gg0X-AvIe_g/s400/tumblr_lhm9ruBOYK1qef5huo1_400_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638909327475210754" 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/711647390777315145-233242470664254568?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/233242470664254568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/233242470664254568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/233242470664254568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-makes-me-happy.html' title='He makes me happy :)'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qksPfdoetZU/TkFuS0o3SvI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ys-Sp_20n3s/s72-c/tumblr_lhrakiiLP51qhzyvgo1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-667371921089817493</id><published>2011-08-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:57:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>So sensitive. I must carefully choose my words, because i never know how he reacts or what he reads out of it. I don't quite understand why he is like that.. i think he doesn't know how hard it is for me. I don't recognize him, and that's one main reason why i want to be with him. I need to know what's wrong and i need to fix it. I try so hard to be the best for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-667371921089817493?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/667371921089817493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/667371921089817493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/667371921089817493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3626048753348618508</id><published>2011-08-09T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:31:12.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday. It means there are only 4 more days till the camp ends. Yesterday we have a long day and night. It started raining and thundering at night, so i woke up once at 4am. The lightening was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;But now its morning and although the weather is rainy, sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;I must keep working.. entertaining children :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3626048753348618508?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3626048753348618508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3626048753348618508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3626048753348618508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-9134267858588014245</id><published>2011-08-08T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:02:05.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worried...</title><content type='html'>My stomach hurts coz i worry. But right now i shouldn't worry at all. Any stress don't do good to me :/ But i  can't help. I just don't understand it. I wish i could do something to make things okay. I want it to be fine again. I need him to support me, to be here for me. To make me laugh. To say sweet things to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know eventually it'll happen. Coz i know he cares. But i just don't know why he acts like that right now :( It makes me being away from him so much harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-9134267858588014245?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9134267858588014245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/9134267858588014245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/9134267858588014245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/worried.html' title='worried...'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1582627176569150118</id><published>2011-08-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:37:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a wish..</title><content type='html'>I wish someone could make things normal again, like they should be. I wish that everything was okay. It's so hard if I'm alone and i keep trying make things fine, but it seems so worthless. But i keep trying. Because i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! I need YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1582627176569150118?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1582627176569150118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1582627176569150118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1582627176569150118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-wish.html' title='I have a wish..'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1472290235479564395</id><published>2011-08-08T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:54:09.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...5 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm so tired. And i am counting days till Saturday! I want to go home, unpack and again repack my bag and then go to Finland on Sunday! I want it so bad!!! I miss J! :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHG2_chCxk/Tj_4hPBiHOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_MsNC08JoF8/s1600/tumblr_lhcujc3ko91qb5tu1o1_500_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHG2_chCxk/Tj_4hPBiHOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_MsNC08JoF8/s400/tumblr_lhcujc3ko91qb5tu1o1_500_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638498508343483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1472290235479564395?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1472290235479564395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday5-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1472290235479564395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1472290235479564395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday5-more-days.html' title='Monday...5 more days!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHG2_chCxk/Tj_4hPBiHOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_MsNC08JoF8/s72-c/tumblr_lhcujc3ko91qb5tu1o1_500_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-3803136748116633917</id><published>2011-08-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:50:39.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong?..i don't know :(</title><content type='html'>I wish i knew what was wrong. But i don't. And it makes me feel so sad coz he's so different. And it hurts that he doesn't talk to me. It makes my day and night harder. I just hope that a new day will make his mood shine again. Like he usually is - my sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-3803136748116633917?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3803136748116633917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-wrongi-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3803136748116633917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/3803136748116633917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-wrongi-dont-know.html' title='what&apos;s wrong?..i don&apos;t know :('/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-6055495092665947153</id><published>2011-08-06T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:14:24.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One and Only!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9_DLdF3iEg/Tj2uflfI4sI/AAAAAAAAA18/g36wK4RHOSU/s1600/tumblr_lpeof2Cen21qd8qk9o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9_DLdF3iEg/Tj2uflfI4sI/AAAAAAAAA18/g36wK4RHOSU/s400/tumblr_lpeof2Cen21qd8qk9o1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637854166199624386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For yesterday's memories, today's love, and tomorrow's dreams I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The more I know you, the more I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Love you with the breath, the smiles and the tears of all my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-6055495092665947153?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6055495092665947153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-one-and-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6055495092665947153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/6055495092665947153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-one-and-only.html' title='My One and Only!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9_DLdF3iEg/Tj2uflfI4sI/AAAAAAAAA18/g36wK4RHOSU/s72-c/tumblr_lpeof2Cen21qd8qk9o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-199682054290153075</id><published>2011-08-06T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:44:55.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a year since i met J :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBYex8IJ-iU/TjzwsaXeDbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/NFkfxNTR8vA/s1600/tumblr_lojnfvjFZM1qb8ikqo1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBYex8IJ-iU/TjzwsaXeDbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/NFkfxNTR8vA/s400/tumblr_lojnfvjFZM1qb8ikqo1_400_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637645479343689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is on 6th August. Exactly year ago i met Johannes! It was the best day of my life! I am sooooo happy that i made a decision to go to Finland. I can't imagine what my life would look like right now if i hadn't met J. He's my Prince. He's my everything. I love him from the bottom of my heart! Always &amp;amp; forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ0Z3x3Aykg/TjzwAgQwIUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1LVwt22JduQ/s1600/tumblr_loj8dqn18h1qb03sko1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ0Z3x3Aykg/TjzwAgQwIUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1LVwt22JduQ/s400/tumblr_loj8dqn18h1qb03sko1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637644725011882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2EbU5Cvslg/TjzwzN7Y0oI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ciy1g8YWazg/s1600/tumblr_loi1z1pqnu1qmw440o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2EbU5Cvslg/TjzwzN7Y0oI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ciy1g8YWazg/s400/tumblr_loi1z1pqnu1qmw440o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637645596263764610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, J!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-199682054290153075?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/199682054290153075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-since-i-met-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/199682054290153075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/199682054290153075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-since-i-met-j.html' title='a year since i met J :)'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBYex8IJ-iU/TjzwsaXeDbI/AAAAAAAAA1k/NFkfxNTR8vA/s72-c/tumblr_lojnfvjFZM1qb8ikqo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4120203883049444560</id><published>2011-08-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:08:46.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing camp!!!</title><content type='html'>I am at ballroom dancing camp. It's my 7th day here, and 8 more to go :P I get back home on 13th August night. I cannot wait! Mostly coz i miss J and i want to BE with him, not only see him from the webcam and hear his voice from the phone. I want to BE with my love!&lt;br /&gt;The camp has been really fun actually. I just wish J was here. But only 8 more days and then on 14th Aug im going to Finland :) Cannot wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then i can hung out and just be with J! whoe! he must be ready for me.. i am going to talk a lot and hug a lot and kiss a lot!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49U9VCvoI3s/TjvrGMetvvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/DxZXAY5UtYA/s1600/tumblr_loja8ytxHS1qgfvdno1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49U9VCvoI3s/TjvrGMetvvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/DxZXAY5UtYA/s400/tumblr_loja8ytxHS1qgfvdno1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637357850246102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait to go home to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most amazing feeling in the whole world. I feel so blessed and i am incredible happy that i can love someone so amazing and special as Johannes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0HH0e2LqXo/TjvqXw5clUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/AajDMnDzoBg/s1600/Picture%2B0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0HH0e2LqXo/TjvqXw5clUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/AajDMnDzoBg/s400/Picture%2B0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637357052568048962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS! I am so hungry all the time. LOL. Chocolate is still my really good friend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-4120203883049444560?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4120203883049444560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/dancing-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4120203883049444560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4120203883049444560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/dancing-camp.html' title='Dancing camp!!!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49U9VCvoI3s/TjvrGMetvvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/DxZXAY5UtYA/s72-c/tumblr_loja8ytxHS1qgfvdno1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-627131832499229159</id><published>2011-07-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:48:14.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You is so hard :(</title><content type='html'>I have spent so much fun and amazing with my my love. Finland was great. Because i was with him. But now i am back in Estonia, while he's still there..working. I miss him so bad! It was so hard to come home..and it's so hard to be at home. But it's even harder knowing that tomorrow i am going to ballroom dancing camp for two entire weeks. I will probably have hands and legs full of work so i won't have much time to miss him (I hope, but i know its not true..i miss him every second no matter what i am doing or who i am with:|). I'll start counting days till the camp ends and i can go to Finland to see my man. I really really really miss him so bad! I hope it'll get easier, but right now i can hardly breathe. I know that i must be lucky to have someone to miss. And i am, i truly am! And i shouldnt be so sad coz i know our reconnection will be so special! I feel so blessed that i have so amazing man in my life! I love him with my whole heart! I am going to enjoy this camp for both of us and i'll give my best to do a great job there! Coz i know he's doing so hard work in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;I love You, J!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-627131832499229159?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/627131832499229159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-you-is-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/627131832499229159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/627131832499229159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-you-is-so-hard.html' title='Missing You is so hard :('/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1140888017525884140</id><published>2011-07-19T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T04:31:31.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer list '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrm_LMUuGyk/TiVqygSoHCI/AAAAAAAAA08/qsz34qzSUAM/s1600/tumblr_loemqfltxC1qljrcno1_500_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrm_LMUuGyk/TiVqygSoHCI/AAAAAAAAA08/qsz34qzSUAM/s400/tumblr_loemqfltxC1qljrcno1_500_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631024324990737442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i still haven't made a list of summer, even though it's midsummer already. So, i think it's the last time to work with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this summer, 2011, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; swim a lot&lt;br /&gt;* get a nice tan&lt;br /&gt;* shop in H&amp;amp;M before school starts&lt;br /&gt;* spend A LOTTTT of time with my love, J&lt;br /&gt;* have a few changes before September (can't specify right now)&lt;br /&gt;* eat a lot of fruits!!&lt;br /&gt;* read "The Gift" and "If you could see me now" by Cecelia Ahern&lt;br /&gt;* have a super fun time at dancing camp&lt;br /&gt;* have a very special 1st year anniversary celebration with J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1140888017525884140?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1140888017525884140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-list-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1140888017525884140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1140888017525884140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-list-11.html' title='Summer list &apos;11'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrm_LMUuGyk/TiVqygSoHCI/AAAAAAAAA08/qsz34qzSUAM/s72-c/tumblr_loemqfltxC1qljrcno1_500_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-7273803385541598909</id><published>2011-07-19T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T04:05:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait till tomorrow. I'm off to Finland again! Yay! I'll see my sweetheart! He has a weekend off so that's extra cool ;)&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored at home, here's nothing to do. (Well, that's not completely true, but i always like being with J). He's coming to Helsinki and then we'll go back to Hyvinkää by train! :) I must take a book and my iPod with me coz it's a 2,5 hours ride by boat..and I'm alone, no-one to talk to. So, i must entertain myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am going to read Seventeen magazine now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-7273803385541598909?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7273803385541598909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7273803385541598909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/7273803385541598909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow!'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1886534774359895220</id><published>2011-07-18T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:05:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so lost</title><content type='html'>Sorry accepted. Thanks, sweetheart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Place Called Here. I have lost two things.. or no actually.I didn't lost them. They just GOT lost :/ Just like that. A Place Called Here. A place where the lost things go. Do you know there's an entire city built up by the lost things. Yeah, i read about it from a book "A Place Called Here" written by Cecelia Ahern. I absolutely love that book. After that i didn't look for my lost things so hard. I knew they were somewhere... maybe in another world. So, they had a new place, a new owner.&lt;br /&gt;But now being a realist again, my ice-cream "lost". But i just found out my sis ate it (although she denied it at first, many times!) So, one lost thing found.&lt;br /&gt;But i also lost a free boat ticket to Finland :/ That's a bad loss. I have looked for it everywhere, so have my mom and my sis. I also asked my dad about it. And my older sis (who even don't live with us anymore). I am going nuts. I don't understand where it is. It doesn't have feet to walk a away whenever it wants, does it? But it's gone. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So, no free ticket. I had to buy tickets now. It was a loss of money. But at least i knew where it went and i got something for it. I suppose we loose something every day, but the difference is whether we loose it on purpose or accidentally. Second one sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that crazy talk. I am waiting for J to have a little late night chat and then I'm ready to sleep ( can't say I'm off to bed then coz i already are on my bed). I hope I'll have better dreams this night than i had last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1886534774359895220?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1886534774359895220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1886534774359895220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1886534774359895220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-lost.html' title='so lost'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-4353627406189763044</id><published>2011-07-17T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:28:35.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4zw5klZKFY/TiKdLP4vDII/AAAAAAAAA00/_rPakCZhb4U/s1600/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4zw5klZKFY/TiKdLP4vDII/AAAAAAAAA00/_rPakCZhb4U/s400/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630235300735159426" 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/711647390777315145-4353627406189763044?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4353627406189763044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4353627406189763044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/4353627406189763044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4zw5klZKFY/TiKdLP4vDII/AAAAAAAAA00/_rPakCZhb4U/s72-c/tumblr_lm8uabEktI1qgmubmo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711647390777315145.post-1589136985836902340</id><published>2011-07-17T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:25:45.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>I feel sick in my stomach. I keep saying it's not my fault, but i know it is. I blame me, and no-one else. And it makes me feel so sad. I always ruin everything. I would do anything to change that. But i can't.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry, i really am!&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let the things go okay. For him! He deserves the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711647390777315145-1589136985836902340?l=agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1589136985836902340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1589136985836902340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711647390777315145/posts/default/1589136985836902340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirlhasalotofdreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>S.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987036802106725847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kr7fLDOOR8I/TAKgfOLsZ9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GNRZynTkAww/S220/Untitled+176-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
