<?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-1538056453061698194</id><updated>2012-02-14T18:12:31.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My weird life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-1001388805403303370</id><published>2008-08-02T19:18:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:44:02.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'm back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear blogger friends I'm back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boring 34-days-old vacation is finally over and I am home! It was exactly as I thought it would be, boring. I didn't nag like I do right now so no one realised how I felt!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now I am home and I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;I read 19 books in 18 days, I decided to start a new hobby and I took some nice photos which I will post right now. They are my favourite ones of this "summer break".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I will also go away for a little vacation with my best friend in the same island. We will go from Monday to Friday alone to relax all day on the beach, without our families, worries and all the other little things that bother the 18 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to thank all of you for your nice comments and your support.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to give a big hug to Grammy Staffy for her wonderfull award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, take a look at the photos, I hope you all like them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLGvYH4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlYppHV5dG4/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLGvYH4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlYppHV5dG4/s320/DSC00407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958015197110482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLNjDwDCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CJLx8ySt6O4/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLNjDwDCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CJLx8ySt6O4/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958132149521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLTFnazyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nOJh9I8sf1s/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLTFnazyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nOJh9I8sf1s/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958227325275938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLX5Z3VwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rsCyxICDQvw/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLX5Z3VwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rsCyxICDQvw/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958309946545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLdM8iRMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z5VaYGKvsDk/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLdM8iRMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z5VaYGKvsDk/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958401091585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLl3ZrKYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/byuCoeTJepE/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLl3ZrKYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/byuCoeTJepE/s320/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958549927045506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLrhRjw_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0-JrZUHiHhw/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLrhRjw_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0-JrZUHiHhw/s320/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958647066641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSL0H3r_-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QBlCdv0QlXc/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSL0H3r_-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QBlCdv0QlXc/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958794866065378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this with the cat is my favourite one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSL-H42tcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/skEa57tcVH4/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSL-H42tcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/skEa57tcVH4/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229958966669653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(And this is a summer-morning smile &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSNO5r9E1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/IJFUvDSCGTo/s1600-h/redface.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSNO5r9E1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/IJFUvDSCGTo/s320/redface.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960354426852178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-1001388805403303370?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1001388805403303370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=1001388805403303370' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/1001388805403303370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/1001388805403303370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-m-back.html' title='I &apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSLGvYH4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dlYppHV5dG4/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-5054421910689420396</id><published>2008-06-28T23:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:53:44.565+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Family..Well... MY family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGakrDhVcAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p8pLt3_OPRE/s1600-h/Sad+Butterfly+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGakrDhVcAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p8pLt3_OPRE/s320/Sad+Butterfly+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217038277941751810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people say that you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choose &lt;/span&gt;your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;but not your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if I would choose my family, if I could make a decision like that. I do love them but this is not stuff like "They drive me crazy".&lt;br /&gt;It's that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live &lt;/span&gt;with them anymore. I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repressed &lt;/span&gt;by all of them. I love them so much but I am not happy when I am around them.&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my dad mostly. And especially my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;. She is a good person, she doesn't care about grades, boyfriends etc, only for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;. But so many times she just makes me do so much housework or she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yells &lt;/span&gt;at me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiny &lt;/span&gt;mistakes (for example, if I bring her the wrong brand of ice cream she yells at me and tells me that I am stupid). Or some other times she screams that the dvd is over and when I don't listen to her because of the noise my sister makes, she is angry at me and says that she is all alone and I am not a person to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rely on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the reason that I don't want to go on vacation with anyone of them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CANT&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could go away from this house and move into another with a friend of mine as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt;. The only reason I don't do that, is due to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;. But I wish in two years I will be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;God, I just have to be so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to say anything to hurt her because those things can't be told to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;And of course I know that many children and teenagers are being abused by their moms and I should say "Thank God I am not one of them and I should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;of that and not nag about that" But you know, it's not right. I should not live based on this belief. It's like taking the newspaper, reading about a murderer and then say "Aw, I am better than him, so I am a good person".&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I had to say about my "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom issues&lt;/span&gt;". I have plenty of them but I can't do anything about it. The only solution is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-5054421910689420396?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5054421910689420396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=5054421910689420396' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5054421910689420396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5054421910689420396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/familywell-my-family.html' title='Family..Well... MY family.'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGakrDhVcAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p8pLt3_OPRE/s72-c/Sad+Butterfly+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-4678690616875534218</id><published>2008-06-25T12:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:33:14.214+03:00</updated><title type='text'>School &amp; Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGIQagUpg8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WVKBRwhmneU/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGIQagUpg8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WVKBRwhmneU/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215749365987640258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The exams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;results &lt;/span&gt;came out yesterday and at first I was really sad to see that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t collect as much points as I needed to get into the school I wanted to study what I wanted. But when my friends and family told me that I would be away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; years to study and other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; years to teach to the city I live now, I said "Thank God I didn't make it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laaaame excuse &lt;/span&gt;to calm my sadness but it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. I am not sad! And now I will go to another school and when I get a degree, I will be able to work to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day nursery.&lt;/span&gt; The only reason I prefered kindergarten than day nursery was because of the school schedule and the holidays. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loooove &lt;/span&gt;being with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;children &lt;/span&gt;of all ages so I am not sad for not achieving what I wanted three days ago with the difference of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so glad to see that I found that school and I will know if they will accept me, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;. Until then, I will have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice summer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful holidays&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty photos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great shopping days&lt;/span&gt; and generally a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-4678690616875534218?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/4678690616875534218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=4678690616875534218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/4678690616875534218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/4678690616875534218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-exams.html' title='School &amp; Exams'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SGIQagUpg8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WVKBRwhmneU/s72-c/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-6945943741085346439</id><published>2008-06-23T11:23:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:28:03.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My News.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SF9sgLt-fiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tgb3NBt_5UM/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+5091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SF9sgLt-fiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tgb3NBt_5UM/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+5091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215006193675566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I created this post just to tell you my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;news &lt;/span&gt;and how I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly I d like to tell you that I am having a nice time with my friends and I am being veeery &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;! I am not depressed, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;, although sometimes I feel a bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repressed&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and especially today I feel sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nervous &lt;/span&gt;because tommorrow the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;results &lt;/span&gt;of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exams &lt;/span&gt;and I will know if I should apply for the school I want depended on the grade I've got (over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So, just pray for me please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; days we will be leaving for summer vacation in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;but so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;island. I won't be able to go to any bar or mall or even be able to be with anyone of my friends. I don't want to go with my parents and my little sister there but I can't tell them that. They will be sad and they will surely say "No" if I would ask them to stay home, in Athens, because they want to be all together like a family. And it will be for a whole &lt;span&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just love so much the city&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tommorrow I will tell you all about the grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wish me luck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SF9nHmajG6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LwPmMMoqic8/s1600-h/clover_gotg_sbraxton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 43px; height: 46px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SF9nHmajG6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LwPmMMoqic8/s320/clover_gotg_sbraxton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215000273786968994" 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/1538056453061698194-6945943741085346439?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/6945943741085346439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=6945943741085346439' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/6945943741085346439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/6945943741085346439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-news.html' title='My News.'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SF9sgLt-fiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tgb3NBt_5UM/s72-c/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+5091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-977025249632363269</id><published>2008-06-16T23:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:26:03.548+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFbLbaZ7fZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oUNAsp2LpK8/s1600-h/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFbLbaZ7fZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oUNAsp2LpK8/s320/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212577290532912530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sex and the City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie yesterday with a very good friend and it was nice. I rate it with 6.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny and it showed many things about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;, serious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break-ups&lt;/span&gt; and many other things about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendship &lt;/span&gt;and how important it is to have even one friend in your life who is there for you in happyness but in difficult periods, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after four years I found a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend &lt;/span&gt;who I know will be there for me and she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supports &lt;/span&gt;me and she will be truly sad if I go to another city to study what I want. And it is nice to know that you have a friend like that and not a "friend" just to go out with and hang out with. I ve known her for three years but we didn't have such a good friendship, I mean we didn't even say anything more than a "Good Morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glad &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;now and I hope this friendship will last forever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFbKZ0KjZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/KUH3ZqMuY9E/s1600-h/Tatty+Is+Playing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFbKZ0KjZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/KUH3ZqMuY9E/s320/Tatty+Is+Playing.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212576163576375234" 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/1538056453061698194-977025249632363269?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/977025249632363269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=977025249632363269' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/977025249632363269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/977025249632363269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex And The City'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFbLbaZ7fZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oUNAsp2LpK8/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-3264766645969315884</id><published>2008-06-13T19:47:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:07:23.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Mall With My 7 Year Old Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today it was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;day of school. For my sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;When we returned from our schools at 11 , I straightened my hair, she put on her "Barbie" perfume (!) and we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mall&lt;/span&gt;. It was an hour distance with the train but when we arrived it was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was decorated with chinese dolls and many other stuff from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese &lt;/span&gt;culture. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photos &lt;/span&gt;with my phone, take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKx39isDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e7Tbjf8tDKw/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKx39isDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e7Tbjf8tDKw/s320/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211423293792062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKyF2nDblI/AAAAAAAAAFU/864MW9_JJos/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKyF2nDblI/AAAAAAAAAFU/864MW9_JJos/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211423532449492562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKyKIK5QwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p0cQUx7tbHE/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKyKIK5QwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p0cQUx7tbHE/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211423605882700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Here is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;in the photo, wearing a flower that I bought her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKzFc2yQdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KiIwA00V4wA/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKzFc2yQdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KiIwA00V4wA/s320/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211424625047781842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Here are two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watermelons &lt;/span&gt;that were cut very beautifully by a talented chinese guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a wonderful time, we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopped&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walked around&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt;, ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waffles &lt;/span&gt;with chocolate ice cream but we didn't go to the cinema because there were none movies for kids.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we were so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;that we couldn't shop anymore or even walk! So we took a last photo together, outside the mall and took the road to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFK0-Jh1ebI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bY1AZyfFCls/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFK0-Jh1ebI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bY1AZyfFCls/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211426698623809970" 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/1538056453061698194-3264766645969315884?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3264766645969315884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=3264766645969315884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/3264766645969315884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/3264766645969315884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-mall-with-my-7-year-old-sister.html' title='A Day At The Mall With My 7 Year Old Sister.'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SFKx39isDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e7Tbjf8tDKw/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-8484126789754974822</id><published>2008-06-06T22:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:15:19.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love (Complicated) Advice Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEmZLVi4QAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u9KVK0LAUmU/s1600-h/Gold+Tatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEmZLVi4QAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u9KVK0LAUmU/s320/Gold+Tatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208862864071737346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, I have never been in a relationship. The first and only time I fell in love was when I was 15 and because I was scared of commitment I blew it up and he was hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;After that, I never even got on a second date because all the guys I dated were either jerks or stupid or they just weren't what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally I found a guy that is so right for me and he is smart, nice, so kind, funny, sensitive and he for example doesn't have relationships just for being with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he is already in a relationship with another girl. He is in my class and in seven days, it will be the last time I will see him. We have each others cell phone numbers but only for friendship. And what friendship! Only a goodmorning we say, not even another word.&lt;br /&gt;And people have told me that before they met me they thought of me as a snob but then they totally thought the opposside, I mean when they got to know me better they told me that I am a kindhearted and sympathetic person. This happens because I am a bit shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a connotation to him so as to show him my feelings, the last day, but I don't want to be the "Third Person" or the reason they split up. Actually, I don't even know what to say to him and I am not sure that he likes me at all because of all this snob side they all think I have and they are scared of me. And it is a bit too late to show him my other side.I will see him again exactly 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, and I know.... ok, don't laugh, but I think he is the one. Ok, again, this might sound soooo stupid but I know how I feel and I know me and I do believe that if he really looks and not just sees me, he will like me. Gosh, I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need some good advice pleaseeeeee.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ps. Grandma B and Grammy Staffy I am sure you will hepl me as you have helped me in all those other issues. I am so lucky I found you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-8484126789754974822?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/8484126789754974822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=8484126789754974822' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/8484126789754974822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/8484126789754974822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-love-complicated-advice-needed.html' title='In Love (Complicated) Advice Needed'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEmZLVi4QAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u9KVK0LAUmU/s72-c/Gold+Tatty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-323052546764534457</id><published>2008-06-03T11:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:51:12.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exams II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEUsPc44t-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/I35A_IeE5WI/s1600-h/Tatty+Hopes+Good+Luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEUsPc44t-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/I35A_IeE5WI/s320/Tatty+Hopes+Good+Luck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207617188088297442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;final exams are over! Yay, all studying and stress are away and I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in  some lessons I did good and in some I... well, I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greek  +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology  +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature  +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History  +-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Greek  +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latins  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I totally sucked in the last lesson. I am the worst student in that one! And history was so difficult. At least I did ok at the others (I think so). I will learn in 27 days. OMG I hope I will have collected at least 14.000 points. And of course I will know if I got into the school I want (Kindergarten with 14.400 points) in August.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possitive side is that I will never ever ever go to high school and I will take a huge step in my life. If this happens I will move out because the school is in another city and this might be a lot scary but it is nice scary, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL IS OVER FOREVER!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not miss it. I will have some of my best friends from there and some good and funny memories but I am happy its over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-323052546764534457?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/323052546764534457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=323052546764534457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/323052546764534457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/323052546764534457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-exams-ii.html' title='Final Exams II'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SEUsPc44t-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/I35A_IeE5WI/s72-c/Tatty+Hopes+Good+Luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-3375222916272369057</id><published>2008-05-26T17:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:36:58.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurovision 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SDrKbtqg7OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z78TVLepFQg/s1600-h/eurovision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SDrKbtqg7OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z78TVLepFQg/s320/eurovision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204694896843222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual competition held among active member countries of theEuropean Broadcasting Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each member country submits a song to be performed on live television and then casts votes for the other countries' songs to determine the most popular song in the competition. Each country participates via one of their national EBU-member television stations, whose task it is to select a singer and a song to represent their country in the international competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The winner of Eurovision 2008 was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcsYbb7WTcI"&gt;Dima Bilan with the song: "Believe"&lt;/a&gt; (Russia).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second place got &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8FbpoSLk2E"&gt;Ani Lorak with the song " Shady Lady "&lt;/a&gt; (Ukraine)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third place got &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYEjPizVvh4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Kalomira with the song "Secret Combination"&lt;/a&gt; (Greece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In my opinion&lt;/span&gt;, the worst song that was in the competition was the Ukrainian one. Ani Lorak was so (sorry for the word) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;slutty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalomoira was so cute and not a show off. I think she should have won the competition. And I am not saying that because I am Greek (the song we sent two years ago, suuuucked) but I really liked that song. And everyone is saying that Dima Bilan only won just because of the blog of countries which are near Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch at this video (not the whole video, just a part of it if you are bored) and tell me your opinion. I also gave the links to watch Russia's and Ukraine's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYEjPizVvh4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYEjPizVvh4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-3375222916272369057?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/3375222916272369057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=3375222916272369057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/3375222916272369057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/3375222916272369057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/05/eurovision-2008.html' title='Eurovision 2008.'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SDrKbtqg7OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z78TVLepFQg/s72-c/eurovision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-5783879243263448015</id><published>2008-05-16T23:38:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:07:27.358+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday to me today :D&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am gonna treat you people to many nice stuff &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. &lt;/span&gt;My favourite meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC31kYSL7_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/sNn9Q6FJZXY/s1600-h/spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC31kYSL7_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/sNn9Q6FJZXY/s320/spaghetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201083150025617394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Some c&lt;/span&gt;ake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC3yvISL79I/AAAAAAAAADA/1c7zg5HRgw8/s1600-h/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC3yvISL79I/AAAAAAAAADA/1c7zg5HRgw8/s320/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201080036174327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt; My favourite drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC3zsoSL7-I/AAAAAAAAADI/ohGw01wOKPA/s1600-h/Margarita_500x500_w_4184d1fe5263b829e2f617c5603ba880.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC3zsoSL7-I/AAAAAAAAADI/ohGw01wOKPA/s320/Margarita_500x500_w_4184d1fe5263b829e2f617c5603ba880.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201081092736282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt; The person who makes me laugh more than anyone and anything in the whole world, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZjMgbRUsZM"&gt;Jeff Dunham.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZjMgbRUsZM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZjMgbRUsZM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/"&gt;One of the funniest websites&lt;/a&gt; about movie &lt;span class="small"&gt;parodies were actors are cartoon bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt; The safest website for your kids to play ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/club-penguin/en/"&gt;Club Penguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt; And a &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/channel/entertainment/"&gt;test-quiz website&lt;/a&gt; which has quizes (about movies, teens etc) made by professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-5783879243263448015?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5783879243263448015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=5783879243263448015' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5783879243263448015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5783879243263448015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SC31kYSL7_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/sNn9Q6FJZXY/s72-c/spaghetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-105715716051280659</id><published>2008-05-13T23:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:57:18.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCoAmYSL78I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GcVwsnbbJsI/s1600-h/JS_5-ExamsCarola-83_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCoAmYSL78I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GcVwsnbbJsI/s320/JS_5-ExamsCarola-83_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199969379106418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so close. Final ones. And the worst thing is that I can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is studying and I just can't collect my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;In five days.&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to get in to that school and become a kindergarten teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is that this school is far away from where I live, a lot, and I will have to move etc..&lt;br /&gt;But the first is to sit down and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God help meeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-105715716051280659?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/105715716051280659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=105715716051280659' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/105715716051280659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/105715716051280659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-exams_13.html' title='Final Exams.'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCoAmYSL78I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GcVwsnbbJsI/s72-c/JS_5-ExamsCarola-83_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-1369804035144563483</id><published>2008-05-08T08:43:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:41:48.347+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My most favourite hobbie is taking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;photography.&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking pictures of everything. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;, nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt;, nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at three of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;favourite &lt;/span&gt;ones &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXPTcHmVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Il2ljik8Tyk/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXPTcHmVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Il2ljik8Tyk/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197883209111017810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXSDcHmWI/AAAAAAAAACg/4qo1l0HsOKs/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+5320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXSDcHmWI/AAAAAAAAACg/4qo1l0HsOKs/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+5320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197883256355658082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXWTcHmXI/AAAAAAAAACo/5wWpSnjZND4/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+2632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXWTcHmXI/AAAAAAAAACo/5wWpSnjZND4/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+2632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197883329370102130" 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/1538056453061698194-1369804035144563483?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/1369804035144563483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=1369804035144563483' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/1369804035144563483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/1369804035144563483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-photos.html' title='Three Photos'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SCKXPTcHmVI/AAAAAAAAACY/Il2ljik8Tyk/s72-c/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-2420305361906278744</id><published>2008-05-04T19:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:48:43.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SB3oT23J5GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jQ930BNbbQc/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SB3oT23J5GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jQ930BNbbQc/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564972897428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a little family &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;trip &lt;/span&gt;this weekend (actually from Wednesday to Sunday) and we had like an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;time! I didnt expect it. I thought it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;etc but it was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could go again but &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;starts again and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exams &lt;/span&gt;are coming closer and closer ( a bit scary...).&lt;br /&gt;I think we are a nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, we have our fights, our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;fights, but we are ok. We always try to support each other and we are always &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. This is the real purpose of the family, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on this islant called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aegina&lt;/span&gt;". We have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;house &lt;/span&gt;there so we can go whenever we want :)&lt;br /&gt;My 7 year old &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;found a friend whom she had met during &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;summer &lt;/span&gt;vacation. We went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;beach &lt;/span&gt;(not swim, too cold yet!), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;walks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How was your weekend? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SB3ouG3J5HI/AAAAAAAAABY/bzvMp2-x8ho/s1600-h/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SB3ouG3J5HI/AAAAAAAAABY/bzvMp2-x8ho/s320/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565423868994674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-2420305361906278744?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2420305361906278744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=2420305361906278744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/2420305361906278744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/2420305361906278744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-trip.html' title='Family Trip'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SB3oT23J5GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jQ930BNbbQc/s72-c/%CE%95%CE%B9%CE%BA%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1+6179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-2990457956489676542</id><published>2008-04-25T18:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:25:04.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBH-sm3J5DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z0tFSLl4Owo/s1600-h/WeddingCake-777308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBH-sm3J5DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z0tFSLl4Owo/s320/WeddingCake-777308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211887634474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I 've been having some thoughts about marriage and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am getting married or something! I am not even in a relationship with someone!&lt;br /&gt;All the married couples I know are non romantic (but they used to be when they were younger), they are having less fun than they used to, they are more realistic about their relationship and generally with their lives. They also fight a lot about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I had heard once that marriage is the recipe for disaster when it comes to romantic even non romantic couples. They tend to fight like every once in a while and they are still together because of money problems or because they just want to be with someone so as not to die alone.&lt;br /&gt;So I am afraid now that if I ever have a relationship that serious that will end up in a marriage, everything will go to he(ck) and it will be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this reality or just  too many coincidences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-2990457956489676542?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/2990457956489676542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=2990457956489676542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/2990457956489676542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/2990457956489676542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/04/lately-i-ve-been-having-some-thoughts.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBH-sm3J5DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z0tFSLl4Owo/s72-c/WeddingCake-777308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538056453061698194.post-5942145903508351344</id><published>2008-04-25T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:00:41.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever felt like that or is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBD-XW3J5BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_V4NRQQ6wc8/s1600-h/Taty+Is+Watching+Some+Birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBD-XW3J5BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_V4NRQQ6wc8/s320/Taty+Is+Watching+Some+Birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192930047585543186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt weird?&lt;br /&gt;And by weird, I mean sad.&lt;br /&gt;But a different sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do mean something like that: You get up in the morning and somehow, out of the blue you think that even if you 'll have the perfect job in the future, the perfect family, the perfect life, the perfect perfect you will never be actually happy.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the right values... Health above all and we 'll see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know why I have these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, and the morning before that I felt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The question now is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you ever felt that way or is it just me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538056453061698194-5942145903508351344?l=cinderelen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/feeds/5942145903508351344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538056453061698194&amp;postID=5942145903508351344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5942145903508351344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538056453061698194/posts/default/5942145903508351344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinderelen.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-felt-weird-and-by-weird-i.html' title='Have you ever felt like that or is it just me?'/><author><name>Helen mdk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171681561341034959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SJSIyOOiflI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6nvkf94Jp1Q/S220/%CE%91%CE%BD%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%BF+%CE%B1%CF%80%CF%8C+23-07-08_1909.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwvqsqsay8c/SBD-XW3J5BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_V4NRQQ6wc8/s72-c/Taty+Is+Watching+Some+Birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
