<?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-12936544</id><updated>2011-11-04T15:31:43.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach The Infamous Strawberry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113573523394217229</id><published>2005-12-27T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:32:33.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/12936544-113573523394217229?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113573523394217229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113573523394217229&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113573523394217229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113573523394217229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again!'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113563340551101556</id><published>2005-12-26T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:32:56.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was the best of the best day and the worse as well.&lt;br /&gt;I passed an exam last thursday, it was about general knowledge and I  also had to write an esssay about why I wanted to study journalism, what would be my contribution to it.We were many students applying that day, and they were gona chose out of all of us, some to pass an interview and see who would be chosen and who wouldnt.Anyway, I thought I had failed and today was the interview and I didnt go and in fact I had been selected to pass this interview, in fact 8 of us.Anyway, I didnt go because I didnt knew.Hopefully, I phoned  the uni this morning and explained my situation and I have my interview tomorrow. I've been preparing it this afternoon.There are only five vaccants and there are 8 of us.I hope they take me.&lt;br /&gt;I also got the results from the Universidad de Chile, and they took me!&lt;br /&gt;So Im definitely staying here in Chile!Im so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;I've already started looking for some places to live in Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my interview goes well tomorrow.&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/12936544-113563340551101556?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113563340551101556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113563340551101556&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113563340551101556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113563340551101556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/spicy-chile.html' title='Spicy Chile'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113554710362601337</id><published>2005-12-25T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:45:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Winter All The Time But Never Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my christmas pictures are CRAP, we all have huge bukake faces.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hum, it doesnt get any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho Ho Hooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, I got euros and pesos and I also got loads of other stuff and The Chronicles Of Narnia which I've started reading ( so far it is really good) and a yellow jumper  that makes me look like Big Bird from Sesame street in a bad remake of Kill Bill, and I will surely end up giving to someone else.....I dont know yet who will it be yet.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was walking in the street and I saw a neonazi.There are many of them here in Chile, I dont really get why and dont understand how could they possibly believe that they are superior to the other people, how they are "Better Chileans" when they're just a bunch of fucked up losers.&lt;br /&gt;They can get very violent tho, so I just walked by looking down.And then I felt frustrated because I dont see why I should be scared, maybe next time I ll be more brave.&lt;br /&gt;I was also making fun of the cops walking in front of us, in French of course, but I think they figured out I was making fun of them and wouldnt stop turning back and looking at us with evil eyes!Anyway, it wasn really my fault.Here cops have horrible trousers that show way too much of  their ass and was trying to figure out if they were wearing underwears or if the guys had tights and nothing else.Oh well.&lt;br /&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/12936544-113554710362601337?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113554710362601337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113554710362601337&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113554710362601337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113554710362601337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-winter-all-time-but-never.html' title='Its Winter All The Time But Never Christmas'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113545659141555235</id><published>2005-12-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:36:31.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a fat ass and pretty much had no time to write anything for the past few weeks because I was in Santiago, busy partying and passing exams.We'll see how it goes.I got back yesterday and was sooooo tired that I didnt even go out and went to bed straight away and I had the worse night ever.I am just so stressed, what if I failed everything, EVERYTHING, and that they dont take me in any of the unies, I can still go back and study in Europe but I want to stay here! Also, as stupid as it may sound, I really do get on well with my brother and I just dont want to change continent.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to pass my exams, I saw everyone with their parents and really thought that they looked retarded, and that it would never ever have crossed my mind to come with my mum to pass an exam.....God!Anyway, after the exam I stayed and started talking with all the kids, in fact, they were all 15, 16..... And had jumped classes while they were in school, the sort of annoying little nerds that you deeply wish that they are gona fail in the most ridiculous way, or maybe I am just mean, yeah it must be that.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a grandma, and also as arrogant as it may sound, sort of superior.Because  starting uni when you're 15, 16 is probably the most ridiulous thing ever, your personality isnt fully developped, and you dont really know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants my borther to join the communist youth here in Vina ( a region where people tend to vote for right wing candidates) and support Bachelet, as there's gona be a second turn on january the 15 th.I think she really wants him to get persecuted or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today Im so not in the mood for celebrating Christmas.Its just such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I think Im starting to see how stupid this celebration is.First time I didnt ask for presents.each year, I used to make a list with all the presents I wanted and would make stupid retarded drawings and blabla.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ll post pictures later tonight of our tree and all the blabla.&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/12936544-113545659141555235?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113545659141555235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113545659141555235&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113545659141555235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113545659141555235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113425030977763973</id><published>2005-12-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:31:49.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Pig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/EURXL%20%28457%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/EURXL%20%28457%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I graduated more or less a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/EURXL%20%28469%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/EURXL%20%28469%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/EURXL%20%28472%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/EURXL%20%28472%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did a lot of things, crashed into many walls.Realized that I didnt knew what the word "working" meant.Had loads of fun, got a  HUGE beer belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/EURXL%20%28454%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/EURXL%20%28454%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fifth teacher was my math teacher.I think he liked me even if I didnt go very often to his lesson, pretended to go to toilet then "escaped" to never come back.I think that during my last year of school I went to two tests, one that I knew I would do well and another where I cheated and got caught.But because Im nice, he decided to "forget" about it.How nice.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to become serious, if I do get accepted ( which I hope I will), I'll be a bit older, and I guess a bit wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Dirk?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, Victor?&lt;br /&gt;-I had sex with many men but I slept with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of learning stupid cheezy quotes from gay movies and pretend to be an evil dwarf ( I can do that very well), I should start being serious.Everyone is supa' stressed so should I.Oh yeah.&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/12936544-113425030977763973?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113425030977763973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113425030977763973&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113425030977763973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113425030977763973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/fat-pig.html' title='Fat Pig!'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113414639162968784</id><published>2005-12-09T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:39:51.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moujik and Samovar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popo%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popo%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, so, so, so!So, are you a communist?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about religion.&lt;br /&gt;Hum, I like your answers.&lt;br /&gt;We can be friends just for one day.&lt;br /&gt;We will listen to Russian leaders speak, even if we dont understand anything and pretend we do.&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, I was always told that there were three topics not to mention when I first get to know someone: Sex, Religion and Politics.&lt;br /&gt;In fatc, its better to mention it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I've read something really interesting about the Chicago Boys ( 30 Chileans that went to Chicago University to study economics and that were part of Pinochet team during his dictatorship), I ll post something  about it later, I think.&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/12936544-113414639162968784?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113414639162968784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113414639162968784&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113414639162968784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113414639162968784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/moujik-and-samovar.html' title='Moujik and Samovar'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113389102281252940</id><published>2005-12-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:43:43.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yehaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I is You and You is I.&lt;br /&gt;I should be stressed and freaking out since my exams are starting next week, but no, I dont.&lt;br /&gt;I like complaining about everything.So I could possibly start complaining about the fact that most fucktards are stressed and that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Prison Break last night. Each monday night from 9 pm onward Im sticked to the tv, it is just the bestest show ever.There's this guy that is just so hot, and the doctor fancies him and it kinda pisses me off since SHE HAS NO CHANCES with him.Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today is St Nicholas and all the happy, fat kids get presents and even if I've lived in Belgium for 19 years, I never got anything, not because I was a mean kid ( I was adorable, Im sure), just because my mother would say that we werent Belgian.I never celebrated Easter cuz my mum said we were fat and didnt deserve chocolate for that reason.I never celebrated el dia del nino, because my mum said that as we werent living in Chile, it thus meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But thats ok, you know.Cuz it was christmas everyday for us.&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/12936544-113389102281252940?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113389102281252940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113389102281252940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113389102281252940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113389102281252940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/yehaaaaa.html' title='yehaaaaa'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113378709113974881</id><published>2005-12-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:51:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sick Of You So I Take A Day Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I woke up too early because my room was as warm as an oven and I felt like a turkey.Anyway, since I was just a little bit hungovered, I decided that it would be a "no studying today" since my exams are only starting in exactly 10 days.For the first time in more or less a month, I decided to go on msn  and I started talking to my very first boyfriend.I went out with him during two years when I was 14.We even got engaged, he gave me a ring and blabla.Tho I only found out I had been engaged after we broke up, I hadnt realized what it all meant.Anyway, yesterday was the second time I was talking to him.After we broke up he didnt talk to me until this summer, and I only saw him once.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking to him, since he knows me so well.And I also asked him how come after going out with me he never ever dated any other girl.For a long time I had felt guilty about that, thinking that it was all my fault or that maybe because of me he had decided to become gay.But in fact, he told me it was because he was very shy.&lt;br /&gt;I never though he was shy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I think back, it was my best friend at that time that told him I liked him and she arranged everything.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just because he's shy, he doesnt have someone, thats stupid.Immediately I started thinking about what I could do when I go back to Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked my friends to have an amazing love life, and if I can help, even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, my one minute hate goes to people that love horses.They're all mentally retarded or sexually frustrated.Seriously, if you start thinking, all the people you got to know in your life that liked horses were completely retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20124.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113378709113974881?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113378709113974881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113378709113974881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113378709113974881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113378709113974881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sick-of-you-so-i-take-day-off_05.html' title='Im Sick Of You So I Take A Day Off.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113353333042126093</id><published>2005-12-02T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:27:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way She Used To Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dog almost ate my finger a couple of days ago, but it wasnt really his fault, nor mine, I want trying to abuse him or anything.But it was quite freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These pictures were takken very early in the morning, when nobody's there.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this couple, and the guy was forcing ( Im sure he was) his girlfriend to do a 100 abs.I felt sorry for this girl.I would go crazy if I had a boyfriend like that.Anyway it just reminded of this guy I dated and that was very fit and that would exercize all the time (I was disappointed cuz I though that his body was like that naturally) and that would take care of what he ate and blabla.Well it was ok,  until winter started. I like to eat a lot of yummy food and I preffer to be warm than freezing just because I am starving myself.So as each year, at this very special period off the year, I started eating more, and he started annoying me, making silly remarks while I was eating, RUININg my delicious meal, and trying to make me feel bad.Since I didnt like him that much, and that in fact he wasnt that fit and that Im so not patient it didnt last for very long after that.&lt;br /&gt;But still, we went out for three months or so.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it ended when, once he brought me loads of chocolates and that I ate then all the same day.Well ok, all in the same hour.He seemed sooooo shocked.He though they would last longer, well no, not with me.&lt;br /&gt;Food IS one of my passions in life.It is one of the things I will never stop enjoying.Oh yeah, and I am against making abs, I never did and I will never.I like my beer belly, it wouldnt be me without it.&lt;br /&gt;N'est-ce-pas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20090.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113353333042126093?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113353333042126093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113353333042126093&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113353333042126093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113353333042126093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/12/way-she-used-to-be.html' title='The Way She Used To Be.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113330070080948218</id><published>2005-11-29T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:45:00.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Listens To Good Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take someone you know, someone nice.Someone that has the potential to become perverted and degenerated.And turn  this person into what she never thought she could be.&lt;br /&gt;Showing her how normal it is to do the things she never though of doing.Showing her that fearing is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do that?It isnt manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;Just, it would be funny, if people really were what they wanted to be.If you just stopped for a minute being what other people want you to be, or stop being what you think you should be.No more cool and uncool.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I say that, because Im still not used of all this chilensis crap society where you' re judged on the way you're dressed and that determines everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you can not say that because you would look like such a mess!&lt;br /&gt;What if I like being a mess?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go hide in the mountains?&lt;br /&gt;And yay, I almost finished reading the most boring book ever, and I hope I ll be able to say something smart when asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20074.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113330070080948218?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113330070080948218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113330070080948218&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113330070080948218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113330070080948218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/everyone-listens-to-good-music.html' title='Everyone Listens To Good Music'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113322148973496184</id><published>2005-11-28T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:44:51.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a Mafia Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was my grandmother's 8o th birthday.And the whole family came out of every single place from Chile.Incredible.And then you have to find something in common with all these people, when really, the only thing that connects you to them, is genes.&lt;br /&gt;Im not used to that.Im so not used to big family reunions like that, since my family lived in Belgium, some others in Italy, some others a little bit everywhere in the US and the rest spread out in Chile.I would meet some of them, maximum one a year and thtas about it.&lt;br /&gt;And it is just soooo boooooring.I was thinking that it is just so useless.At least, we should do something useful such as a big mafia.....full of seventy years old people.yeah, my family is full of old people.&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me, was sitting this oncle, and it was hard not to laugh since he looked like Happy, the dwarf from Snow  White, he had the same big nose and stupid smile on his face.my brother and I started making up stories about him.&lt;br /&gt;Hum, maybe I should stop criticizing and say that they are all nice people.And that i ate like a happy fat kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/pictures%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/pictures%20032.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113322148973496184?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113322148973496184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113322148973496184&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113322148973496184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113322148973496184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-mafia-family.html' title='I Want a Mafia Family'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113313898280598946</id><published>2005-11-27T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:58:13.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popo%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popo%20064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popo%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popo%20060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend I got sunburnt on my back and my nose, then I burnt my skin, taking a waaaaay too hot shower and today Im still sick because of last night.&lt;br /&gt;And by accident I found a spray on a table and I though it was my brother's medication and then I decided that I wanted to smell it, fortunately nothing went into my eyes, but then they started burning and it was hurting so much.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it didnt belonged to my brother, its one of these sprays that you use when you get attacked or something.This is why it was hurting  like hell.Anyway, at least now I know that those things work......&lt;br /&gt;After some deep thinking I got to the conclusion that I bring LUCK, Im a real SHAMROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popo%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popo%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popo%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popo%20004.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113313898280598946?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113313898280598946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113313898280598946&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113313898280598946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113313898280598946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-nose.html' title='My Nose!'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113303815328973162</id><published>2005-11-26T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:23:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distortion of Reality Is a Necessity to Feel free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cute doggy dog threesome.I like the fact that this woman's outfit matches perfectly with her dyed hair.Its a DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/maestra%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/maestra%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont like it when people are proud because they are busy each weekend, going to weddings and consider it to be an amazing social life.Meh.Its a DONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-113303815328973162?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113303815328973162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113303815328973162&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113303815328973162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113303815328973162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/distortion-of-reality-is-necessity-to.html' title='Distortion of Reality Is a Necessity to Feel free.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113293902827411913</id><published>2005-11-25T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:17:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20047.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to Santiago is always such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up waaaaay too late, and then Im moody and I have to hurry, run outside, catch a cab, go buy my ticket and jump in the bus right before it leaves.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how, but I ALWAYS seem to have the perfect timing and run in the bus right before it closes its doors and leaves.i never even check what bus I got in.&lt;br /&gt;This time I had to sit next to this guy that smelled of garlic and fart, the worse combination ever.&lt;br /&gt;But I had no choice since the bus was full, I mean I could have gone and sit in the toilet at the back but that wouldnt have been any better.But I was very optimistic and convinced myself that anyway, in a couple of minutes or he would stop farting or I would get used to it.I dont know what it was in the end tho.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now, I ve handled in all the papers for my student application and can pass the exams in december.How exciting is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There s a guy that gave me this badge when I was in the metro in Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;And I like wearing it here in Vina, since everyone will vote for  extreme right wing candidates.And also, its cool when everyone in the building where I live hates me and think Im a communist.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope Bachelet will be elected.&lt;br /&gt;Its time I go eat something, I ve eaten only yesterday's breakfast and my stomach makes weird noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/popu%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/popu%20006.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113293902827411913?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113293902827411913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113293902827411913&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113293902827411913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113293902827411913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-hungry.html' title='Im Hungry.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113286318142418699</id><published>2005-11-24T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:13:01.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando Me gano La Polla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/maestra%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/maestra%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was no internet in Vina because its been raining quite  a lot, recently.&lt;br /&gt;I remember complaining about the fact that it never rains here, how I miss rain cuz Im only happy when it rains and because it simply reminds me of Belgium and its crappy crap weather.Anyway, that night I woke up hearing a familiar sound, and after that it didnt stop raining.It rained loads.When crossing a street, you really had the impression it was a river.And people were talking about a catastrophe and were back wearing winter coats, when really, it wasn freezing.And I had the impression I was back in Brussels!&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break is really good.And I dont miss any single episode.&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/12936544-113286318142418699?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113286318142418699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113286318142418699&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113286318142418699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113286318142418699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/cuando-me-gano-la-polla.html' title='Cuando Me gano La Polla!'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113231843253166557</id><published>2005-11-18T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:53:52.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/maestra%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/maestra%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So.So.I went to do my chilean passport today.I had to wait for hours and hours.Standind in a queue is always so annoying.And then I get to the woman and she just says " No, you cant do it today, you have to come back with your parents."I decide not to show her  that I am REALLY annoyed and ask why politely.And she's all "Yeah, since you're not 18  yet, your parents MUST come." Wait a second, Im 19, and then I have to show her my ID, and blabla, and she says that I look 15 or 16. Then she takes a picture of me, compares it with the one on my ID and tells me that I look so much better.But I guess it is kinda true cuz I always look like a terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most people think that my brother looks older than me, when he's actualy 4 years younger.And we've auto-proclaimed ourselves the evil twins and to explain the fact that I am older than him, we found a very simple explanation.&lt;br /&gt;We were cute babies in my mum's belly, but  then my brother started eating all the food so that I was starving.The doctors were kinda worried but didnt do anything.Then, when there was no more food, he started eating my foot,The doctors decided it was time I came out.Then my foot grew back, because this is just the way things are&lt;br /&gt;.Meanwhile my brother was being a fat ass and decided to stay in longer, when he started eating my mum's liver, doctors kicked him out.This is why he's younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;Voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20010.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113231843253166557?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113231843253166557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113231843253166557&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113231843253166557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113231843253166557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-smile.html' title='Great Smile.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113216422563615851</id><published>2005-11-16T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:06:12.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This morning, by 11 ish, I went to have breakfast in my favourite cafe, right in front of the beach, and as usual, I had a fresh raspberry juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As I said before, Chile and Peru are involved in a political conflict, mainly due to the fact that Peru doesnt want to respect the treaties of 1952 and 1954 that established the geographical boundaries of both countries as well as water territories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Basically, what this country wants to do, is expand its territory, going through Chilean waters and off course, Chile doesnt want to.Yesterday, was held a conference in Arica ( North of Chile),  that diplomats from all over S.A attended.And Ecuador said it would back Chile, and that what Peru wants to undertake is completely illegal.Bolivia  hasnt entered the conflict yet, but they are less then welcomed to do so, since they 've always been the eternal allies of Peru.Bolivia has no coasts, which doesnt facilitate transport and economic activities. So what they would like, is to get a portion of territory from Chile to have an access to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It isnt the first time that Chile is involved in a conflict with Peru and Bolivia.Last time was in the 19 th century and Chile won the war and expanded its territory.Since then, they' ve always been rivals.&lt;br /&gt;But if you start listening the news, you ll see that most S.A countries are pretty fucked up and have many internal problems and conflicts with their neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;Like, elections are to be held soon in Bolivia, and one of the candidates has threatened all the others, saying that if he doesnt win, he'll kill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mania%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mania%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The military base is here, in vina where I live.And this morning all the military helicopters were out, probably exercising.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is one of the thing I have to know for my history oral exam in january.&lt;br /&gt;Voila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/12936544-113216422563615851?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113216422563615851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113216422563615851&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113216422563615851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113216422563615851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-morning-by-11-ish-i-went-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113207344693350711</id><published>2005-11-15T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:11:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Likes You.Get Used To It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/hu%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/hu%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manifesto%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manifesto%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last night, I went to see this chilean movie, that will probably only be released here.Anyway, it was the story of a guy that studies music here in Chile, and  then decides to go to NY and stays there 15 years.When he comes back, he expects to find everything unchanged, but in fact. all his friends have grown up, and dont share the same ideals they used to and some of them are even stinky rich and blabla.And he doesnt know how to adapt to all these changes, because he is still the same, people are just too diferent.And I know that its probably the same thing that will happen to me.In 5 years time, after I graduate from uni, I will go back to Brussels, expecting to find the same people I left and in fact everything will have changed.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its kinda ok cuz Im already used to this idea.&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing some work, cuz my exams are starting some time soon, and at first when I read the instructions, I though that I had to attend the exams in a bathing suit, which would have been original, but its only for the people that are gona study art.&lt;br /&gt;Peru might  attack Chile, I hope that I am not that lucky and that nada happens in the end, since Chile has no allies in South Emerica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20008.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113207344693350711?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113207344693350711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113207344693350711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113207344693350711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113207344693350711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/nobody-likes-youget-used-to-it.html' title='Nobody Likes You.Get Used To It.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113183247205067993</id><published>2005-11-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:54:32.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tiene Nada Que Perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mpty%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mpty%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we dont care if poor kids wont be celebrating Christmas as long as there are decorations everywhere.Yeah, this is the way life goes.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we will end up hating Christmas, I already do.And burn all the related decorations.Bye bye Santa.&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/12936544-113183247205067993?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113183247205067993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113183247205067993&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113183247205067993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113183247205067993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-tiene-nada-que-perder.html' title='No Tiene Nada Que Perder'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113171496112299631</id><published>2005-11-11T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:16:01.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Only Think About Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally have my ticket, Im going back home, in a couple of months! Everyone here, thinks that I am a weirdo, for leaving right in the middle of the summer, to go spend winter there.I guess I am.I dont really like travelling alone, its always boring and usually because I spend most of the flight sleeping, I miss all the meals and then I wake up and I realize that I' ve probably been lying on the person next to me during the whole flight and Im starving and Im tired and I have to wait for another flight connection.And I feel alone but then I think  about all these times when I was younger, and that my brother and I would wake nine steps behind my parents and that my parents would be all hyperactive and smiling and calling us.....And then I look around and I see all these kids that try and avoid their parents, to pretend they re not with them, and I realize that kids are never grateful.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my plane doesnt crash in the middle of nowhere.the company Im flying with, is brand new and the flight ticket was extremely cheap, but I had no choice because there werent any sits left anywhere else.I was thinking about making a will before leaving.And I was smiling to myself, thinking how  people would think I am so generous.but then I realized that unfortunately I dont have much and that people would think Im gready in the end.&lt;br /&gt;People are way too complicated, even when they try to pretend they're simple.&lt;br /&gt;And then the floor was annoyingly sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manymore%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manymore%20007.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113171496112299631?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113171496112299631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113171496112299631&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113171496112299631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113171496112299631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-only-think-about-food.html' title='And I Only Think About Food.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113147440826120506</id><published>2005-11-08T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:26:48.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/marenostrum%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/marenostrum%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/marenostrum%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/marenostrum%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/marenostrum%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/marenostrum%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/marenostrum%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/marenostrum%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a headache, and I have the impression that my nose grows bigger and then smaller and that it wont end unless it explodes like a bomb.I think its because once, I got my nose brokken that now whenever my head hurts, it does too.Hopefully, it never last for very long.Or maybe Im getting sick, cuz on sunday I went to the beach and it was very very windy and pretty cold in fact.I was one of the only gringa that went swimming. only gringos go swimming at the beginning of november, who else would do that?&lt;br /&gt;First, I only put one foot in the water, it was freezing, my foot started hurting  like I was walking on snow barefoot ( I did it once, its horrible) but still I went swimming and when I got out I was kinda blue.Nice.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go back to bed.I think I should take a nap and I think that Prison Break is really adictive.I watched it last night, actually I think its twice a week.And many horrible things happen, like this guy cuts someone else's toes and this other guy disolves walls with fertilizers to rescue his brother, and during the whole thing Im like OUCH that must hurt or WOAH how does he do that.Anyway, its adictive.&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/12936544-113147440826120506?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113147440826120506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113147440826120506&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113147440826120506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113147440826120506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/animal-farm.html' title='Animal Farm'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113119673500584530</id><published>2005-11-05T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:18:55.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, Im homesick.I miss all the good moments.&lt;br /&gt;All the moments I had with friends, the familiar bars I would go  to all the times.Places that I would consider to be mine.Not getting lost somewhere.Hearing people speak french.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss dinners, family dinners.Dinners that would last hours and hours, where everyone would be laughing,fighting, trying to speak louder, invent dirty, twisted stories.Dinners that I would leave with my abs in pain, for laughing so much.Now its a brokken home and we all feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;I always associate eating homemade sushis with funny, happy moments, where my sister, Dimitri, my brother and me would make them.Off course my brother and me would only be there to eat them and before the dinner we d already have eaten everything.&lt;br /&gt;Like, sometimes we dont understand how come our parents never abandonned us, cuz we re the worse kids, mean, ugly sometimes, twisted and hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story, I have many like that.&lt;br /&gt;Once my brother peed in a bottle of coke that was half full to make a joke to Dimitri.A couple of days later, he drank many long sips before realising that it had a weird taste, before realising what he had been drinking.Off course we all thought it was hilarious.But because in my family revenge is also funny.Dimitri decided to do something too.&lt;br /&gt;During some holiday, the neighbours that live opposite us, asked us if we could take the dog for a walk each day and bring him food while they were away.And so my mum asked my brother to do it.Dimitri dressed like a perv, wearing a big large coat, white trainers and tights on his head.He was hiding in a bush, while my brother was in the neighbours house, he was takking so long and the dog was crying, we had no clue what he was doing ( in fact he was eating the dog's food thats why the dog was frustrated).Anyway he finally got out, and Dimitri grabbed him, my brother first looked at his feet then went upward, saw the tights on his face, started screaming and run to the house.He got in, fell on the floor and couldnt breath anymore, everyone was laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young, we ruined all the neighbours garden.In the summer we d play hide n seek and destroy all the plants and flowers, and we d play until very late at night in our pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, we d play stupid games until 6 am and then remember that we had to go to school, these were my first white nights, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We did many other mean stuff, and we ve always had the most twisted nicknames, and they all have a story behind it off course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-113119673500584530?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113119673500584530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113119673500584530&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113119673500584530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113119673500584530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/christian-brothers.html' title='Christian Brothers'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113106369794715012</id><published>2005-11-03T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:21:37.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Will Shout My Name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manicheism%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manicheism%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to the only honourable bar.Cuz everywhere else is just such a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Corpse Bride today, the characters are all sweet and funny, and I loved the ending when the dead bride flies away.&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream, where my arm was bleeding for no reason, there was also a lion outside and I asked him if I could lie next to him, I wasnt scared, I just wanted to sleep and then I woke up and I was in my underwears and I was looking for trousers.it was very bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;There are Christmas decorations everywhere in the malls and we're only in november.And its so unusual cuz I associate  father christmas with snow and  windy days.Not with palm trees and long sunny days, tho I dont complain cuz its kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;And all the ugly kids are hyperactive already, yay.&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/12936544-113106369794715012?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113106369794715012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113106369794715012&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113106369794715012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113106369794715012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-you-will-shout-my-name.html' title='And You Will Shout My Name.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113078117296900451</id><published>2005-10-31T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:52:56.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Lessons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/manonegra%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/manonegra%20024.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113078117296900451?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113078117296900451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113078117296900451&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113078117296900451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113078117296900451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/9-lessons.html' title='9 Lessons.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113068522118807996</id><published>2005-10-30T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:13:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, This Is Brand New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how it starts.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Pisco Sour  during the whole afternoon and night and having to say hi to guys full of spots, yerk.I guess youth can be painful.I've been  to many cool places recently but I didnt take many pictures.Also, once I was in a street and this guy comes up to me and just goes, yeah you're completely crazy to show your camera to everyone, someone will steal it and I actually know girls that got their camera stolen, so I only take pictures in my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;My sister got a puppy and he's amazingly sweet, but its kinda scary cuz she really treats him like a little baby and is overprotective with him, and Im sure that this dog will turn out in a egocentric dog that will eventually never obey to her orders.&lt;br /&gt;I see many abandoned dogs here in the streets and I always think to myself that if I was stinky rich I would adopt all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Here, its so shocking, you see so many young girls pregnant in the streets and they sell  cheap "Made in China" stuff and are, in general homeless because their parents kicked them out and that the Bfriend disappeared.Nice.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I want a durum.I remember the night before I left, I ate like a fat kid.I went to all the restaurants I used to enjoy going and ended with a durum in the Pita Street.&lt;br /&gt;And now, my stomach is burning, burning.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it ends.&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/12936544-113068522118807996?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113068522118807996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113068522118807996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113068522118807996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113068522118807996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-this-is-brand-new.html' title='Look, This Is Brand New'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113025025580289582</id><published>2005-10-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:24:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avec mes Dessins au Fusain et un Sourire Malsain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mano%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mano%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mano%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mano%20015.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-113025025580289582?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113025025580289582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113025025580289582&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113025025580289582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113025025580289582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/avec-mes-dessins-au-fusain-et-un.html' title='Avec mes Dessins au Fusain et un Sourire Malsain'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-113016390684323302</id><published>2005-10-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:27:24.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sometimes Try To Forget Whats In This Box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/muji%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/320/muji%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/muji%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/320/muji%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once, I almost got kicked out of my school.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I broke one of my sister's finger, I was very young, we were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Once, she broke my nose which wasnt very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I danced on a car, and I did a stupid ABBA choregraphy ( eventually it was more than once).&lt;br /&gt;Once, I saw a horror movie when I was 4 and I freaked out so much that I' ve never seen any other horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I saw whales.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I had a psycho boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I threw up by both my noise and mouth, and I really wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I stole a 15$ flower which wasn even beautiful or useful, just cuz it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I decided to change style and cut my hair like a boy, I looked like such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I wrote a book when I was 6, it was a story about two brothers, the good one and the bad one, I did all the drawings too and gave it to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I went to see a shrink, but she was so annoying that I never went back.She had a horrible body and wouldn stop  showing her undies, and she was ugly and she had orange hair and yerk, she was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I peed in my pants when I was very young just to get what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I hate six fajhitas which is kinda loads.&lt;br /&gt;And eventually  I got bored of all these "once", that's it.&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/12936544-113016390684323302?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/113016390684323302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=113016390684323302&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113016390684323302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/113016390684323302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-sometimes-try-to-forget-whats-in.html' title='I Sometimes Try To Forget Whats In This Box.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112991963297549855</id><published>2005-10-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:41:12.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After The Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/llllllllllllllllllllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 428px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/llllllllllllllllllllll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shoes are very important.People seem to forget that.Just make sure, no little stones ever get stuck in them.Once you can not continue, you're a dead man.This is the path of life.This is your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to Elbow and its quite good and I've also heard  some of the songs from the strokes next album, et c'est pas terrible.&lt;br /&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/12936544-112991963297549855?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112991963297549855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112991963297549855&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112991963297549855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112991963297549855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-revolution.html' title='The Day After The Revolution'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112972855599739701</id><published>2005-10-19T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:38:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Dont Care If You Dont Care.But We're Still Stars, Dont You Think?"She said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/hu%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 463px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/hu%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big Ass/White Ass.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt crack them, I bought them like that without noticing that there was this huge hole, decorating my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a few months ago, I got a new party dress and when I got home I tried it and the zip literaly exploded, I had cracked it.I just though that it was time to stop drinking like a fat kid and start a diet or buy bigger clothes.I did both, so now I have many many extra baggy trousers.Eventually nobody cares but thats ok cuz nor do I.&lt;br /&gt;And Im on a strike since yesterday, really I can not concentrate and do some work, I should but I dont.Maybe I should watch Tv and get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to the cinema and I saw the shittiest movie ever, Monster in law or something, the kind of movie supposed to be funny but all the things that happen are just so predictable, and Im always for the mean people, and off course in the end everyone is happy and blabla.But really, everyone is just so retarded in that movie.And everyone though it was sooooo hilarious.Yay!&lt;br /&gt;An old friend from Brussels is getting married, that is just shocking, he's only 19.The worse is that I feel guilty cuz I was the one to present him to his future ex  wife.And now they're getting married.ARGH!Its not possible, like the only reason that would make me marry someone was to go live in a country if I was an illegal immigrant but then again, it wouldn be a real thing, it would just be interested.And I would divorce soon after.According to my biology book, which is REALLY becoming my bible, once you get married, maximum a year after you have kids,uh!But really having great sex doesnt involve getting married, anyway I hope that one of them will freak out and that it wont happen.There is hope.&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/12936544-112972855599739701?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112972855599739701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112972855599739701&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112972855599739701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112972855599739701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care-if-you-dont-carebut-were.html' title='&quot;I Dont Care If You Dont Care.But We&apos;re Still Stars, Dont You Think?&quot;She said'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112957823825669610</id><published>2005-10-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:43:58.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I was watching a stupid Tv program called "Mientras no Estas" which basically means "While you're not home".The whole idea is that, a team of houseworkers chose a house and then to get the people out, they tell this people they've won a sejourn in a bumblefuck place and then while these people are away, they redecorate the house and then the people come back, and they cry and they cant believe their eyes,oh my god this is just so amazing,blabla.And everyone is just so happy and its so totally uninteresting.So while watching, I just came out with a new revolutionary idea, which would obviously be more entertaining to watch on tv.The people go on  holiday and while they are away, this whole team of people crash the house and all the nice stuff and when the people come back they are just like oh my god what happened, I cant believe my eyes and they cry and blabla.And in the end, all the people that have watched this program are happy and had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Tho, because of the cost, I think there would be only one tv show and then it would be over forever.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been busy studying Biology today, and its just so hilarious.Like their definition of someone that smokes fags is "Someone who is unhappy in his family, whose parents dont believe in god, who doesnt talk to his parents much, will be way more vulnerable and will obviously start smoking, whereas a good catholic would never do drugs and blabla.I guess it MUST be true.Off course.&lt;br /&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/12936544-112957823825669610?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112957823825669610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112957823825669610&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112957823825669610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112957823825669610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-i-was-watching-stupid-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112931811808654173</id><published>2005-10-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:29:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve the Servants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 549px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ju%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ju%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever Im on the phone with my sister, the one question I keep on asking her is what she has eaten for lunch, diner.....&lt;br /&gt;Here the only things I eat are meat,corn,potatoes,beans and tomatoes, all that mashed together.Oh yeah, and tunas which are the fruits of cactus and have many many seeds.It is very good, dont get me wrong, just from one day to another I eat exactly the same thing.And for someone like me that loves food, it is kinda depressing.I miss European cooking, as well as world cooking in general.Here there isnt much since they dont import much and there are so many things you cant cook simply cuz you dont find the garments in the supermarketIf you really want to make me jealous just tell me all the good things you've been eating.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop eating pigeons cuz they make me sick.They are the most stupid birds ever.They are everywhere and are never scared of people.Sometimes I really want  to kill them all.But I wont, not because of a good reason, just because whenever you get too close they fly away, duh.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is just time I buy a new brain.&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/12936544-112931811808654173?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112931811808654173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112931811808654173&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112931811808654173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112931811808654173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/serve-servants.html' title='Serve the Servants!'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112922619798903451</id><published>2005-10-13T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:56:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Someone Doesnt Want To Grow Up.Oh No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/peter_dancewear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/peter_dancewear1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/GreySchoollClimbOut2_580h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/GreySchoollClimbOut2_580h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/font_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/font_bunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/BlueDancer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/BlueDancer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/PeterVelvetByardFlyHigh_939h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/320/PeterVelvetByardFlyHigh_939h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go to http:// www.pixyland.org/  because its a DO.&lt;br /&gt;It will really make any of the remaining retards that want to stay kids want to grow up.Tho it might make it worse, like people getting inspired.&lt;br /&gt;I might start to wear purple velvet tights and a thung over it and look very gay and pervy while I ask people to take pictures of me.&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/12936544-112922619798903451?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112922619798903451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112922619798903451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112922619798903451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112922619798903451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-someone-doesnt-want-to-grow.html' title='Somewhere Someone Doesnt Want To Grow Up.Oh No.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112906564942863914</id><published>2005-10-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:22:16.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You See, Is What We Chose To Show You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/fat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is mean but its also very funny.And its not really a secret.If I was a very fat woman,if my  breast falling on my big tummy, that I would put lots of lipstick and have stains on my teeth and that I was wearing very tiny underwears, and that all in a sudden, they would disappear, I would:&lt;br /&gt;a) Think its a pervy neighbour that stole them.&lt;br /&gt;b) That my husband got bored of this daily nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;To punish him, I would buy the worse ever looking underwears and force him to look at me like that.But still I dont think its a secret, but its funny.&lt;br /&gt;And today Im sick, I ve been sleeping all day and now Im kinda hyperactive, watching a tv show about fat women that want to be attractive.maybe you should stop eating 3 breakfasts?There's hope.&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/12936544-112906564942863914?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112906564942863914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112906564942863914&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112906564942863914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112906564942863914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-you-see-is-what-we-chose-to-show.html' title='What You See, Is What We Chose To Show You.'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112880340007517380</id><published>2005-10-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:30:00.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candies And Your mum's Undies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/mar%20y%20cafe%20sole%20enjoy%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I started to study my  South American history book, since I have an exam in december.Basically, I read stuff about south american culture and tribes and how events that have happened in Europe have influenced the course of history here, in Chile.As I didnt knew much I find it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 or 15, I had an english history teacher that I hated and I think she hated me too cuz I was always persecuting the fat greek sitting next to me and talking to my friends.Once I even created a huge gossip and I told many kids that she was an alcoholic,  in the end, everyone was talking about that and  I became really scared because I was convinced she would find out I was the one responsible of this huge lie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once she asked us to write an essay about what had happened during the middle age in our countries.I was very lazy so I didnt do any research, and then I invented this huge thing and I described tribes that had never existed and wars that had never happened.I also invented names and blabla.My parents thought it was hilarious.The teacher said it was very interesting and that she had never heard of these events before.I got the best mark.&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/12936544-112880340007517380?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112880340007517380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112880340007517380&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112880340007517380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112880340007517380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/candies-and-your-mums-undies.html' title='Candies And Your mum&apos;s Undies'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112852076203251604</id><published>2005-10-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T07:01:06.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Know I Know You Know I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/gggggg%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/gggggg%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/gggggg%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/gggggg%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/gggggg%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/gggggg%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/gggggg%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/gggggg%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it when desperate guys create a blog and talk about their ex gfriend, and they just go on about how blabla they didnt knew they were gonna get dump and why this, why that.....And you know, I still love you babe and will always, even if you ruined my life, blabla. Thats just too funny and I can never resist to leave a comment telling them that they are just pathetic freaks and that the one good thing their gfriend did was to RUIN their life, cuz its impossible to be like that, unless you re a total weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a couple of nights ago, I went to see downfall, which was probably released in Europe ages ago but only now, here. And it was really good. I mean its a 3 hours movie and at the opposite of Titanic, where after an hour and a half, the only thing you wish is the ship to hit the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt like in all american movies where there are the good people and the bad ones, there, everyone was a victim even if some were wrong. In the end everyone is a loser.And Hitler appears to be crazier than what you learn in your school's history books.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you know here when a movie ends, like any common chilean, people clap their hands and express themselves.But here, no, everyone was mute, the only thing you could hear were people crying.&lt;br /&gt;I though it was a bit weird, but actually its just because it reminded them,  the putch that happened 30 years ago, the raids, the sound and atmosphere of violence, people getting tortured, killed.Some families today, still dont know what happened to their children.That is kinda sad. The worse is that now, many losers think that all this violence was necessary.Most people of my generation are so stupid, its so easy to shock them, and I love to do it.Tho  Im sure that everyone I ve talked to, think Im a lesbian, communist and that I hate guys.This makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to lose 3 kilos, I dont want to wear my mum's tacky bathing suit just because I look fat  instead of my tiny bikini.That is such a girlish though, but afterall I am a girl.The thing is that I ve never been on a diet, and Im sure that now that I know I SHOULD be doing one, Im gona eat MORE cuz Im gona be thinking of food all the time.I think I should also stop to bite my nails, so that I ll be able to put red nailpolish. The pink part is only 5 mm long and my fingers bleed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I should probably stop to cut my hair compulsevely, I just dont want to end up with a jackson five haircut.&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/12936544-112852076203251604?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112852076203251604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112852076203251604&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112852076203251604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112852076203251604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-you-know-i-know-you-know-i-know.html' title='I Know You Know I Know You Know I Know'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112817990134724238</id><published>2005-10-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:18:21.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Teeth Nice and Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%202601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20252.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-112817990134724238?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112817990134724238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112817990134724238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112817990134724238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112817990134724238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-teeth-nice-and-clean.html' title='I Have Teeth Nice and Clean'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112810070285864599</id><published>2005-09-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:33:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alte Kirchen Haben Dunkle Glaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is acting like a victim.He  has this horrible house mate called Tim which is an evil virgin and who's persecuting him.But thats only because secretly he is jealous that Ed comes from Europe and that he comes from one of the most pathetic places in Australia, you know, where everyone is just so bored, and where everyone ends up marrying their cousin.And I think that Ed should persecute him too and write evil things about him in his blog, but he doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was left  alone in the house and I went through al his stuff, I really wanted to find some kind of secret but I only found the most horrible, tacky underwears. They were real farmers underwears. And actually Ed told me he did the same.And yeah, he also found his underwears.And also Tim is just so stupid and arrogant. He' s convinced Im a European princess, just because while I was in Australia I wouldnt do the dishes. Thats unfair cuz I did plenty of other things.I would motivate them to clean the kitchen by singing AbbA and inventing stupid danses.Also I stole posters to decorate their house.And I think I also helped to clean the house at some point.But thats not it, he would go on about how all Australian are so cultured, just because they can name at least five European leaders and that people in Europe cannot even name the prime minister, but thats normal why should we give a fuck about whats happening in Australia, when we can get drunk and have fun?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im just being mean but its just that those kind of people that think they know everything about everything, that always have an opinion and with who a normal conversation leads to a debate are just too annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im writing a story about a girl who gets lost in another dimension.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know that I might never end it but until now I think it is quite coolos panos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112810070285864599?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112810070285864599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112810070285864599&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112810070285864599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112810070285864599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/alte-kirchen-haben-dunkle-glaser.html' title='Alte Kirchen Haben Dunkle Glaser'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112792483766240802</id><published>2005-09-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:27:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Red, White And The Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They have really nice faces and the most horrible bodies.They are as fat as whales and they look very sociable cuz they re always playing together but they are super mean to people, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I found all these 80' ies classy clothes, and I ve tried everything and I look like such a desperate secretary in a cheap porn movie.Off course everything is mine now, and I kinda like it.Its tacky.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the weather's crap here tho it is still very warm, I ve already forgoten Belgium's  crappy crap weather, next time I ll go back there, I will probably die of hypothermia and look like the smurfette.I used to be a fan of the music when I was very little, and actually I also loved the turtle ninjas, and no cartoon can compare to them.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty busy with uni applications right now, and there are so many things I need to do, its all queues and stupid papers.And I want to murder everyone cuz usually I have to go back twice, cuz I didnt bring something and blabla.&lt;br /&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/12936544-112792483766240802?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112792483766240802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112792483766240802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112792483766240802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112792483766240802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-red-white-and-blue.html' title='The Real Red, White And The Blue'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112777468081623077</id><published>2005-09-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:44:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To See My Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, I had the best of the best dream. When I woke up, the first thing I thought was that I would have loved, as a kid, to read a story that would have been kinda similar to it.  I was the hero, off course. People were dressed in a 1984 way, and it started here in Chile, and ended up in a bumblefuck motorway in England. And there was my mum and she was so stupid, but still I rescued her, even tho at first I wanted her to commit suicide. I also killed many bats, and I was stuck in a cave with another girl, and loads of water.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Love Actually, two times, and now I know all the worse quotes from the movie someone could possibly know. Oh, and I know the music as well.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can draw fat, naked women perfectly and koalas.&lt;br /&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/12936544-112777468081623077?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112777468081623077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112777468081623077&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112777468081623077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112777468081623077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-want-to-see-my-monkey.html' title='Do You Want To See My Monkey'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112757622925961322</id><published>2005-09-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:39:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valparaiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted to post more pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it didnt work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20139.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20116.jpg" alt="" border="0" 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%200271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20027.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-112757622925961322?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112757622925961322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112757622925961322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112757622925961322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112757622925961322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/valparaiso.html' title='Valparaiso'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112734674383273974</id><published>2005-09-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:52:23.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poblaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and that's not even the worse.&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/12936544-112734674383273974?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112734674383273974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112734674383273974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112734674383273974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112734674383273974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/poblaciones.html' title='Poblaciones'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112726119960663569</id><published>2005-09-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:06:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I was supposed to go to Santiago for some uni shit, but didnt in the end cuz I woke up at 12.It is over the time where I was jetlagged and would wake up  at 6/7 am all hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;But I really do have to go tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;Something so horrible happened yesterday, and it  wasnt really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;we were having tea with some guests and my stomach was burning and there was only tea and I wanted some cold water so I ask the stupid employee to bring me a glass of water, but she has such a small insignificant brain that can remember only two words: ' serve tea' and I asked three times but she wouldn bring it and my stomach was hurting like hell, I was all red, and I did something quite rude, I decided to go get some water in the kitchen by myself so I stood up stepped back, broke a table, the lukuma cake fell and there was cream everywhere on the carpet.And i  was so red, my face was burning and couldn stop laughing, erm i was the only one, chilians dont have a sence of humour.&lt;br /&gt;IOh well, Im just clumsy, I always fall on the floor even when Im sitting not doing nething.&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro I ll try and take pictures, not of the brokken table nor the smashed cake but of Santiago.Im such a fat baby that I ll go to bed early tonight to be able to wake up at seven.ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112726119960663569?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112726119960663569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112726119960663569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112726119960663569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112726119960663569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-today-i-was-supposed-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112715142744821829</id><published>2005-09-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:37:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicha Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esterday it was the 18th of september, not a normal sunday, not the ones where you are desperately trying to find an occupation or face terrible Monday morning.No it was dia de fiesta nacional.But I secretly didnt really cared.&lt;br /&gt;At nigth I went to a bbq, and got smashed with piscola.I heard this conversation going on, and there was a guy talking about how disgusting his cousin was, and blabla.I started listening and it appeared that the poor guy was gay, and thats his major crime cuz you know it is sooooo wrong, off course.&lt;br /&gt;And so, what was supposed to be a normal conversation turned into this huge debate.I was so shocked and dont know how but I think I had the best arguments and most of the times he couldnt answer anything.But you know here everyone thinks like this average young chilean, so it isnt because I  casse him in front of all his friends that it really made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;But still after that, everything went back to normal and he was like ' so you agree with me' and I was like yeah yeah, off course.&lt;br /&gt;Also, here tho Im half chilean, Im still considered as a GRINGA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to two other parties and then after that I got home but couldn open the door, so dcided to sleep outside but then I dont know how I managed to open it and fell asleep like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Now I woke up because of the cleaning lady who' s a little biatch and forced me out of bed because of all the noise she was making  and she has to clean the room.And my stomach burns like acid and I had fresh pomelo juice which didnt improve anything.&lt;br /&gt;I know she hates us, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream at night that was mainly linked con mi noche.&lt;br /&gt;I was with my brother at a party here in Chile  and then we decided to go home so we followed this group of very hot guys that werent that hot but still I was trying to convince myself of that and before leaving a guy gave to my brother a blue crazy pill and then he got all paranoid but still we were walking and the guys went in a house but we couldn get in so we continued walking and  I felt someone following us and I look and it was an old guy.I know the meaning of the old guy, I know why he is almost in every single of my dreams and I hate it.Im always so pissed off cuz it isnt that positive.But still he was there so we went straight home and he disappeared.Then we were inside but my brother had brought loads of abandonned dogs that wouldn stop appearing.That I have no clue what it means and then I woke up because of the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12936544-112715142744821829?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112715142744821829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112715142744821829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112715142744821829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112715142744821829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/chicha-sunday.html' title='Chicha Sunday'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112671006104860474</id><published>2005-09-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:01:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make War Not love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Syndalen%20%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Syndalen%20%287%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Syndalen%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Syndalen%20%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friend from the army send them to me.&lt;br /&gt;He send loads of other ridiculous stuff  but it might hurt his integrity if I do post them.&lt;br /&gt;Here in my new place where Im staying there is this huge window in  the shower which means that the peole from the other side of the street can see me, and there is absolutely no way to hide because this fucked up window is literally in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Melinda nd Melinda, the new comedy/drama from Woody Alen.It was sooooo funny tho I was the only one giggling stupidly.And I didnt fall asleep which is kinda cool.Cuz sometimes I can be so senile and  fall asleep with the mouth open  and then wake up with one of my cheeks wet.Well no, but I do talk loads during the night.And last night I had the weirdest dream about people talking to me on msn but I wasn there, then being on the beach and blabla.I think that while asleep I even got bored of it cuz nothing ever realy happened.And I woke up at six ambecause I had orgotten to close my curtains and the sun was shinning and I have such a beautiful view from my bed that it makes even more lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to go wash my hair and my thought of th day goes to Marek who's in Eastern Europe righ now.&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/12936544-112671006104860474?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112671006104860474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112671006104860474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112671006104860474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112671006104860474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/make-war-not-love.html' title='Make War Not love'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112640163441994250</id><published>2005-09-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:23:17.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hottest Guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chilean Marines, I see them each day near the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cliche Rockstars, cuz we all know they are real rebels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys that wear suits but only on spcial occasionG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skaters when they are really really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cooks can look hot when food is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uni teachers, at least it gives you a motivation not to skip the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;half fat guys, lying on their stomach is so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firemen, smoke has such a nice smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last Tzar of Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the best of the best are guys that look very English that enjoy whale watching, drink strongbow, that love to blabla, cook and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112640163441994250?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112640163441994250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112640163441994250&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112640163441994250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112640163441994250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/hottest-guys-chilean-marines-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112639872926409887</id><published>2005-09-10T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:32:09.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night In Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20077.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-112639872926409887?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112639872926409887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112639872926409887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112639872926409887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112639872926409887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-in-brussels.html' title='Last Night In Brussels'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112623284180150489</id><published>2005-09-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:33:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhh, Im shouting in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got in Chile last friday to live there for at most 5 years to go to Uni there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is there to say? Well its a country with an amazing landscape.While landing you see el Acconcagua and Los Andes.Its beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now Im living in Vina but I ll go study in Santiago in a couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say its a real cultural shock.I had always been there on vacation , its the first time I know Im gona stay there for an indefinite period of time.now i see things so differently, I dont see the country with tourist eyes but with the eyes of a chilean citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ve only been there for a week or so, but I dont like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a very poor country with loads of violence and crime.It isnt really possible to go out at night, and eveyday someone gets killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I live in the nice area of Vina but once you walk a street away, it is already dangerous and its full of people asking for money and anorexic abandonned dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont want to complain cuz it was my decision to leave nice B, plus it may sound stupid but I want to give it a try, I dont want to be like ' Ok, i ve been here for a week i hate it so im going back to Europe'. I want to try and learn new things from this situation tho it isnt very easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here the gap in between rich and poor people is so big that it leads to such an unfair situation and as most favoured people are right wings they dont try to improve the situation and this leads to extreme violence.Life is as expensive as in Brussels tho wages are at least four times higher than here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still most people are positive and are nice to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im getting used in having people to do whatever i say.Its horrible to say but at the same time it is so easy to get lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went on the beach on sunday and I got sunburnt very badly on the face.even tho, spring hasnt started, temperatures are quite high already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most people write a blog to show how funny, how interesting, how amazing, how normal or how original their life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog used to be like that, people could see how positive I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i have to say that my life sucks and that Im quite unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here everyone is always in a good mood, Im the only one who s sad and I start hating everyone so badly, I want to make fingers to everyone but I dont, not because Im polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, just because I dont want to get stabbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112623284180150489?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112623284180150489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112623284180150489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112623284180150489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112623284180150489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/shhhhh-im-shouting-in-my-head.html' title='Shhhhh, Im shouting in my head'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112623108076732393</id><published>2005-09-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:58:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures&lt;br /&gt;were takken on my&lt;br /&gt;way to santiago,here&lt;br /&gt;are some picture de&lt;br /&gt;la Cordillera de los Andes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112623108076732393?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112623108076732393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112623108076732393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112623108076732393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112623108076732393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunny-chile.html' title='Sunny Chile'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112559136179478358</id><published>2005-09-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:16:01.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeah, here i am sitting here for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving in a couple of minutes&lt;br /&gt;Im not sad&lt;br /&gt;I might be in a couple of weeks but now, no Im just too nervious and tired&lt;br /&gt;I know I ll be back at some point&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I will meet new crazy lama's wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;The guy told me I should be careful and not trust people that easily, I ll see how it goes&lt;br /&gt;I want to take all the souvenirs of my life there but I cant&lt;br /&gt;Anew life is starting&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Brussels, Hola Chile&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/12936544-112559136179478358?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112559136179478358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112559136179478358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112559136179478358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112559136179478358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-yeah-here-i-am-sitting-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112539363868920908</id><published>2005-08-30T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:20:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is What You  Want Really What You Need?</title><content type='html'>I dont really know how to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112539363868920908?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112539363868920908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112539363868920908&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112539363868920908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112539363868920908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-what-you-want-really-what-you-need.html' title='Is What You  Want Really What You Need?'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112525684310801895</id><published>2005-08-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:36:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming about Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/320/Melbourne%20Pictures%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/Melbourne%20Pictures%20163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/Melbourne%20Pictures%20163.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-112525684310801895?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112525684310801895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112525684310801895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112525684310801895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112525684310801895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/08/daydreaming-about-yesterday.html' title='Daydreaming about Yesterday'/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112519754364900547</id><published>2005-08-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T19:52:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a choice.You may chose to see it as a bitch or as the most amazing thing ever.Y ou may chose to be happy or just drown and die, thinking that whatever happened to you was unfair and that you never deserved anything so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will never realize that to be happy, you have to fight for something you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, or you can just decide to follow the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy as weird as it seems its the only thing I really do wish to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was little I wanted to bring a very special contribution to the futur of our nation.Maybe i will but if I dont, it doesnt matter, because you know what, the most important is to be proud of what you do and what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing Im really scared of.It may sound stupid but all fears are stupid.I dont want to ever regret things I ve done, thought or said.I dont want to wake up in the morning and be " If..... that then maybe not ..... that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn lots of thingsd, learning is funny because you never know how your gona learn things, if its gona be by being hurt, readings, feelings of elation, or just because of the school of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is funny, people should never forget that the day you get into a daily routine, you 're fucked up intelectually.&lt;br /&gt;It may sound childish and I may change my mind but i really do think that the ability of being lazy  and not getting bored by yourself leads you to lots of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back now from town, I had a really good time, and girls are just like boys.We 're all the same.Im not saying that because i realize that right now, Im just saying that because some people seem to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I love drawing mermaids.I also love drinking strongbow cuz its better than beer.&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/12936544-112519754364900547?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112519754364900547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112519754364900547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112519754364900547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112519754364900547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112305785969164602</id><published>2005-08-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:30:59.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night we went out in THE alternative street in town which turned out to be a so common place.All the guys dressed Pete Doherty style and the girls like Cher in her best years.We had loads of fun and had the best cocktails ever.Aussie beer's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then after a while we took a taxi and i said "thanxs for the lift" to the taxi driver.Which wasnt funny in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been very sunny here since i ve arrived and i ve been a very nice cultured tourist, visiting all the interesting museums and exhibitions.I also went to the london acquarium to see sharks but they were pathetically friendly and as the guide explained us, sharks are nice and dont like human meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only 7 people a year get eaten by one of these worldwide, still i wouldn like to swim next to them.I actually went to  Australia to learn interesting facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also saw a magritte here, in the national Art gallery and belgian stella Artois.Who said belgium wasnt cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looooove having to go outside at night to pee and not having heating in the house.i have the impression to be back in the scouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i ve also noticed that most aussie are fuckers when it come to aborigenes, they ve destroyed a whole culture and now show it proudly in museums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i ve also done loads of shopping tho im here to visit.I  ve bought extra coolos levi's jeans and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VICE is also in Australia.VICE is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112305785969164602?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112305785969164602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112305785969164602&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112305785969164602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112133332362312089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112133249797706581</id><published>2005-07-14T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T02:14:57.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I had to wake up so early to go do some papers for my visa, cuz im actually gone go live in Chile.Im leaving on the first of september.But before Im going to Australia for a month.In a way I am so excited about the idea of discovering a new country and visit it but at the same time, most of my friends will be here nad i wont be able to do things with them.Plus after I come back from Aussie land i'll be here only for five days.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about it, Im qite sad, I ve lived my whole life here, I was born twenty minutes away from my actual house, and all in a sudden I have to leave everything I know, all the people I like to go to Chile.Its gona be such a big change.&lt;br /&gt;What I keep on telling me is that if I dont like there I can still come back.Nothing is ever definite.Fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play freesby ( or whatever you spell it) with a couple of friends in a really cool park.Im crap at it even tho I ve played it so many times and off course I kept loosing the game we had invented.And I so needed to pee and I couldnt go behind a tree, because they were too thin, also there were kids running everywhere and I didnt wanted to scare them.I hate happy kids that run everywhere.So I had to wait untiol we decided to leave and go in a civilised café.&lt;br /&gt;At night everyone weznt to see charlie and the Chocolate Factory but I was too tired so I watched an Australian movie, and I fell asleep, as usual.I m never able to watch a movie until the end, generally its because I cannot concentrate until the end, too hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother read that i had put on my blog that he was a real perv, he became all red and told me that he was gona go and complain to the police, ahah.it  was just funny joke, without being a joke, cuz he is a real perv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much tosay at the moment, I could go on about how tired I am right now ( I only woke up ten minutes ago), about how moody I am in the morning, about this really stupid blog I keep on reading tho it IS so annoying, the girl keeps on posting pictures of all the paries she's been to to show how many fun she has in her life, or about the fact that I still have the impression not to know myself, but shhhhh thats a secret.&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/12936544-112133249797706581?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112133249797706581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112133249797706581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112133249797706581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112133249797706581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-i-had-to-wake-up-so-early-to.html' 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really did enjoyed it, at first I was  sure I might feel trapped and get paranoid, but maybe because I was a lil bit drunk I was ok with it and also sweating everywhere and around my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like tom cruise movies, I mean I think that the movies would be all right if only tom cruise wasnt in it.I was watching Last Samourai and got so bored after exactly 26 minutes.Some people feel they always should have the attention of everyone focused on themselves, always having to be the hero of the day.the worse is that i criticize that behaviour, but sometimes, Im like that, all loud and making crap jokes just to make people laugh, I guess I can be a moron sometimes, and more or less a nice moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got marek the best present for his birthday, a photography book, with the most amazing pictures, photos that you really dont know how the person could actually imagine to take.July is the month of all birthdays and Im already broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always question myself if i should write something personal or keep on writing about nonsence facts that arent logical at all.&lt;br /&gt;If so, I ll just say a few things about my family.my mum is the weirdest person in the world, when me and my brother were kids, she told us she could speak a very cool language that noone knew of.And she taugh us some words.And actually it was things she had invented, but we were convinced it was true.Kids are so naive  most times.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is in Japan right now, sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a real perv and I think that my father is borderline from what I know of it.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT, who said that every family was normal?&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&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/12936544-112125947694517110?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112058317995872544</id><published>2005-07-05T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T05:52:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My birthday was GREAT!i saw the people I wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering right now if actually the people that write  a blog have a life?I mean right now Im on vacation, I dont have anything to do at all.But the others?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i hope i wasnt offending.&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went to the park and we played all these stupid games, which was quite funny actually and then it started raining and we all went  under the trees hoping we were not walking on someone's pee.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went on the roundabout in Montgom, I was quite scared to cross but still I had to, cuz everyone was already on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, before on my way to the park, I saw a couple doing things in a car, it was quite funny cuz I was looking at them and actually it took me at least twenty seconds to realize what they were doing!&lt;br /&gt;london will organize the next olympic games in 2012, I so wanted Russia to win in the competion.And then, the stadium would be decorated with old tanks and rests of the Kursks (or whatever you spell it), and then many countries wouldn participate like previously.Cuz actually OG were held in Russia, but many countries decided deliberately not to participate, that is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;The political  government doesnt represent a country.I hate it when people assimilate the US to georges Bush, THe us are also a nation of  democrats, people that dont follow Bush ideals.But it is also a country who has a culture, musicians, traditions and art.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is just my opinion, voila.&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/12936544-112058317995872544?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112058317995872544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112058317995872544&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112058317995872544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112058317995872544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday-was-greati-saw-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112046922056002044</id><published>2005-07-04T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:27:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comments are the best part on people's blogs.In fact I  only read comments.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just dont have anything to write and these are the most interesting.As if blogs had something to say actually.We went to the park and all the babies were around us, I think they could feel the cool atitude we have.And they were all boys, and all wanted to play with pierre cuz pierre is cool off course.And Aurel (or whatever you write his name) gave me a flower, already a little player.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Schuman and I took loads of stupid pictures and then to Mappa which was actuazlly closing and which is actually very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we tryed peanut butter m&amp;m's and almond ones, and they are so good.Vive les US.Its the only thing they are good for.Oh yeah that and putting on each product the amount of carbs.As if someone gave a fuck here.&lt;br /&gt;And its raining today and its my birthday and I dont feel any different and certainly not more wise or more of a rebel.Im just nineteen today.&lt;br /&gt; I listen to PULP since Im  nine, so actually, today could be a cool tenth anniverssary.I ve always thought that they were so tacky, so sexy, so lost and  so british and that they should put  PULP in clubs rather than cheap britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;N'est ce pas o'Reillies?!&lt;br /&gt;I believe we all make choices,  but sometimes it isnt that simple.What if you choose life, so you choose to exist but then you dont choose to live it?It all become confused and mixed up then.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it isnt my case, I have a structured life.Oh well, at least this is what I choose to see.It is better like that.&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/12936544-112046922056002044?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112046922056002044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112046922056002044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112046922056002044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Yesterday the sales started and I went shopping and I went to Mango.There was so many people,fighting,trying the clothes in front of everyone and showing horrible their horrible lovehandles to the rest of the world  and so many people queuing to buy horribles clothes, that looked like the ones I wear when I know that nobody will see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go to the sales when you can simply steal clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I say that but I ve never stolen anything, well at least not clothes.The most expensive were adidas shoes.But I think it was fare cuz they pay poor kids a dollar and then sell them for hundred.I also steal when there s too many people in the queue, but thats not my fault again, they should just have more employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I love stealing candles and ashtrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112013648270532038</id><published>2005-07-01T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:35:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eine Cherman pornstar on Vacatione&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112013648270532038?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112013648270532038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112013648270532038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112013601702803329</id><published>2005-07-01T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:38:00.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ML is a cheap prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112013601702803329?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112013601702803329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112013601702803329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112013601702803329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112013601702803329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/07/ml-is-cheap-prostitute.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112020632856412500</id><published>2005-07-01T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:25:28.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just decided it would be fun to dress up, just dress up into nothing or into a weirdo actually.This is probably what happens when you dont have a summer job, courses are finished and you have nada to do, only look for fun.&lt;br /&gt;And then at night, I was very moyivated to go play pool.But actually I dont know how to play pool.Whenever I play, people come and give me advices as if it was the very first time I was playing.I play like a dick.&lt;br /&gt;But still i had loads of fun, splitting my strongbow on the nice carpet and then pretending i hadn  anything.Wasnt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids are very mean.Im shocked.I say that, cuz I saw this fat ugly girl that would have fun hitting her little ister.I started by pulling faces to her and then I made a big finger and then I wanted to go hit her too but Ed was holiding me.All that in the middle of a playground.Yeah, I know,  what was I doing in the middle of a playground?Just I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I also took pictures of this random fat truckdriver.I d pretend im taking pictures of something else and then I d take pictures of him.I though I was very discrete but apparently I  wasn.Everytimes he was looking directly to me.Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids are cool, I wanted to be the disney one, then when Mattel released one I wanted to be the barbie one.I love the legends and mysteries that surround them.&lt;br /&gt;It just shows the power we have over guys, ok.&lt;br /&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/12936544-112020632856412500?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112020632856412500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112020632856412500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20nice%20day%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon Albarn.&lt;br /&gt;Charmless man that lives in the country and think that girls who like boys are boys.And off course, that all the people, so many people  love park life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112012500789600496?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012500789600496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112012500789600496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112012500789600496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20nice%20day%20073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z for Zoolander, E for Elefant, B for Bambi, R for Riverdance ( cuzthey dance like horses) and A for Absoluut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-112012470339573681?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012470339573681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112012470339573681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112012470339573681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20nice%20day%20075.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-112012450010256379?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012450010256379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=112012450010256379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112012450010256379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/112012450010256379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-112012390291931987</id><published>2005-06-30T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:31:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know the way sometimes you dont feel like talking, well sometimes you just dont feel like writing.Because you' re lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was this storm and hardcore rain so I stayed in and Ed was there, and we were so bored and there was no tv so we decided to occupy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I told him we should go surf in chatrooms (over 18, off course) and warm up old pervs.Our nickname was "needcocknow" and we were having fun when this guy send us this personal request for a convo and he wanted to talk to us and i gave him my mum's hotmail address (cuz I know the password).&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a picture of us and I gave him a random picture of someone and then we insisted in seeing a picture of him and he started his webcan and basically the only thing we saw was a guy  wanking.He had a small ugly dick.And then the cam when up his fat hairy belly and we saw his ugly face.And he was at work.&lt;br /&gt;And then after pretending we loooooved him so muchIi started insulting him but it didnt work cuz he told me he loved being insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we went for a drink tho it was raining loads, the streets werent flooded anyway and I fell on my knees.Now they hurt and i have a hole in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and while eating at a kebab, we saw all these losers with a big L standing in front of an RnB club, and they looked so pathetic and i so wanted to go in.And Marek  decided that yoyoblingbling style rocked so he wants to dress like that now.I ll get him a dolar chain for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perverted kids are mean.im sure I wasn one of these when i was little.I was innocent and i remmember seeing life so differently from the other children.I hated school since the first day I put a step in.Plus i was in an Italian class when I actually didnt speak Italian at that time.So I was skipping school all the time, especially on wednesdays.&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/12936544-112012390291931987?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012390291931987/comments/default' title='Post 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href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111986094872042340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111986094872042340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111986094872042340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111986094872042340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111986083579751738</id><published>2005-06-27T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:27:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If one day you wake up, you dont look the same way, you're not the person you though you were, you're not in the same bed, not in the same room and you just realize that all you your life, all the things you' ve lived, all your memories, all your friends, all your family dont exist.That it was just a dream, would you still want to start a new life, without anything whatever your age is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the Van Buuren museum, the house was quite boring.I mean we had to wear plastic bags as shoes and there were all theses paintings, even one from the painter that gave his name to my street, anyway I didnt recognize the others.&lt;br /&gt;But the garden was so coolos, it was a labyrinth, and there were all these pieces  representing flowers and also this garden of love and you had to make your own interpretation and all these gay couples an me and my brother we were acting like morons, posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I didnt do anything, just stayed home and my brother sooooo wanted to see a James Bond movie, that we did saw a JB movie.&lt;br /&gt;It had been ages isnce the last time I saw one of these movies, I was probably 11 not much.&lt;br /&gt;ANd I remember that when I was four I loooooved these movies but last night, I realized it was so pathetic and sexist.He  has the guns, the cars, the girls, the atitude but I wonder where's his brain?The Russians are laways evil people, I really dont get why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its illegal if i want to poison the neighbour's cat.He uses our garden as his private and very special toilet, and now it is all stinky and still while Im in the garden he comes in and he's not even scared, Im the one being  all scared cuz i hate cats.Oh well.&lt;br /&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/12936544-111986083579751738?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111986083579751738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111986083579751738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111986083579751738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111986083579751738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-one-day-you-wake-up-you-dont-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980184829119777</id><published>2005-06-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:34:38.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ML turns into a crapy crap bitch when its summer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-111980184829119777?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111980184829119777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111980184829119777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980184829119777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980184829119777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/ml-turns-into-crapy-crap-bitch-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980163374845987</id><published>2005-06-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:00:33.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jarvis Cocker and his dog,  Ucintha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-111980163374845987?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980151061039227</id><published>2005-06-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:58:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20008.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-111980151061039227?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111980151061039227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111980151061039227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980151061039227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980151061039227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980141615218377</id><published>2005-06-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:56:56.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/400/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice,  Kristell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12936544-111980141615218377?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980128298782874</id><published>2005-06-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:01:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to steal the head with kristell but we didnt in the end, cuz we couldnt.oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/1600/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2860/1118/320/ML%20had%20a%20family%20reunion%20002.jpg" alt="" 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/12936544-111980128298782874?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111980128298782874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111980128298782874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980128298782874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12936544/posts/default/111980128298782874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanted-to-steal-head-with-kristell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bleach The infamous strawberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365878875825118899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12936544.post-111980110327058083</id><published>2005-06-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:11:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night was a "Im a moron" time.&lt;br /&gt;We so wanted to go to a DnB but apart from the city parade in bumblefuck city there was nada in town.But still I had a great time.I wonder if the others felt the same way tho.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Alex's, actually it was a suprise if we can qualify it like that, cuz he didnt really wanted to come out so we came to his.&lt;br /&gt;And I found a book of famous insults, interesting reading.And Ucintha was nice to me, for once.I think she's a bit jealous.Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to some stupid problems, everything I had on my blog disappeared.I guesss Im back to the start.And brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been such good weather here, you have the impression you're in costa del woluwe, and poseidon being the posh swimming pool where only mega coolos people can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12936544-111980110327058083?l=badfurdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badfurdays.blogspot.com/feeds/111980110327058083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12936544&amp;postID=111980110327058083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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