<?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-5601494</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:38:36.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldy's blog - version "I started it again ;)"</title><subtitle type='html'>The title says everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-10813866936540601</id><published>2004-04-07T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:14:18.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I returned sooner than what I thought because Ina convinced me to (she can be very persuasive sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;To be sincere, all my feelings are upside down now, the situation in home is not the one I wanted but I will survive, life goes on. So, if I say something that hurts you, just tell me, I don't want to act unsuitable with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-10813866936540601?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10813866936540601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10813866936540601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#10813866936540601' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-108050971091475820</id><published>2004-03-28T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:37:44.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A hard day's night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a hard night, instead of that title, and some people will think none of them will suit this post, but that's up to them.&lt;br /&gt;As you know I went out again with Jack and Dys to Tortuga to spent a goodnight, and like the last time I drank until I lost my memory... And that's the reason why I'm posting this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duchess, Amarie and Turelie&lt;/em&gt; - I apologize for not keeping up my word and maybe you are ashamed of having a (grand) mother like me, who goes out and ends drunk, but lately I didn't know how to manage my angst, I felt so lonely and hurt that when Jack asked me to go with him, I didn't have a doubt and followed him, I needed to feel alive again, to not worry about anything for a night, and his plan seemed so good to me, I didn't think I was going to end in the way I ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odysseus&lt;/em&gt; - Thank you for being a gentleman and to not treat me like an "easy woman", also for saying that you will face Thranduil if i get in troubles, *hugs him*, Thank you a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rin and Orli&lt;/em&gt; - Thank you for your offer, but I will remain here, hope you have a healthy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ina and Johnny&lt;/em&gt; - Hope you solve your problems, after all, what this club will be without the mushy couple (and thanks Ina for hearing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cassandra&lt;/em&gt; - I already asked Galadriel to contact him, she also sent a patrol to look for him, so I hope, in a few days he will be on AIM. Thank you for your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack&lt;/em&gt; - I've never had so much fun in my whole life (before I got really drunk and happened that), so, why don't we do it again someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-108050971091475820?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/108050971091475820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/108050971091475820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108050971091475820' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-108025349390275740</id><published>2004-03-25T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T19:34:57.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Going out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs happy* What a night I had with Jack! It's a shame I can't remember it properly because of the effects of the alcohol (I realized that I can drink too much when i'm out of control) and that I spent two days sleeping because of them :P..&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you want to know what happened, go to &lt;a href="http://captainslog.blogdrive.com/"&gt;jack's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I think he was not enough drunk and remembers something, I hope he does, i have the strange feeling something unusual happened.. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-108025349390275740?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/108025349390275740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/108025349390275740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108025349390275740' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107981418768680163</id><published>2004-03-20T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T17:25:33.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm updating again! isn't that incredible? and this post is dedicated to Orli who fainted again when I told him I was going to update...&lt;br /&gt;Lately, as you can see, I'm not able to conect as much as I want because classes started for me again and with all the test... well, I'm between the sword and the wall, I really need to study this year because it's the last and the next one I will go to the university so I have to be the best to have a place in a good one (the marks that you have can help you later). so if you don't see me around is because I'm studying for something.&lt;br /&gt;So, be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107981418768680163?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107981418768680163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107981418768680163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107981418768680163' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107922144952302231</id><published>2004-03-13T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:46:28.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img16.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Maldaeien/luto2.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107922144952302231?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107922144952302231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107922144952302231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107922144952302231' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107834905621894399</id><published>2004-03-03T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:26:25.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because Orli, Lidi and Ina asked for...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* It seems that I haven't updated for a while because of the reactions I had when I said I was going to (yes, it goes for you Ina and Orli).&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I tell you?. My classes will start the next week so I will be updating less than nothing somedays, but I will try to as much as I will try to be present and chat with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, talking about family, love and friends, etc....&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everytime I turn my back at the club a new member appears and ends being my daughter or son and, well, I have enough with 21 children and 5 grandchildren, really, I can assure you I'm not lying about that :), and no, I'm not planning to have more family now (for my own sake and the one that makes our family tree).&lt;br /&gt;Well, about love: nothing, Thranduil and I don't talk on AIM lately, maybe he is just busy, with the council (Ina, please ask him when is it going to be and why!!! It's getting me on my nerves!) and such things, but *sighs* I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;And about friends... Well, Arwen is dead, Jack is sailing, ?omer dissapeared, the same goes for Elessar; Odysseus, Helen and Paris came to visit us (they are so nice!!), but it seems that the last one will have to go to war; Tammy saw Will again, but now he is sailing too, Rin and Orli are together again and Mae has her own blog :); Turelie finally has a boyfriend, Daeron (behave well, cute elf, or you will know me mad :D) and Duchess is living with Glorfindel (idem Daeron, sweetie); and Ina.. Poor woman *shakes head* Johnny is now at the healing house under the care of Lord Elrond because he was intoxicated with a potion that Monshikka, a pupil of Elladan did; also she is expecting the babies for this week and is having problems with an advisor of Elrond.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all what I will update, maybe soon I will think about another thing.&lt;br /&gt;Namarie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm also going to change the blog layout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107834905621894399?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107834905621894399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107834905621894399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107834905621894399' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107602451331595295</id><published>2004-02-05T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:46:14.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After the Ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that you all know what happened yesterday's night, but if you don't here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabas de entrar al chat "Welcome to Mirkwood 7."&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Maldy, he said sorry!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: No one says that my husband looks alike that!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: he was really sorry, too!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: right, Johnny?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: comparing husbands?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: see?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Read my blog Arwy&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: now, hand over the results&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: This rat dared to say this words:&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: RAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *starts to cry*&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: what are we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: "deppsterdude1000 (05:46:34 p.m.): I don't know, you tell me Maldy, I still don't find a difference between your husband and you, you look so alike and *stops realizing what he said*"&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: He dared to say that this morning!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I said I was sorry!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods* he said that a thousand times!&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: ok well&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: since I am being ignored &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: I have the right to make him suffer!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Don't leave Arwy&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: yeah, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: cause...you;re here&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: To suggest me a punishment for Johnny&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: but knowing how I feel should I be here?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: No, if you want to leave, do it&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: okay thanks&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Johnny will NOT be punished&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Why won't make you suffer ;-)&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *hugs Johnny close*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Johnny will suffer!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: you'll have to kill me first :-P&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: i won't kill you&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Because you want to know the results&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Right?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods* YES&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: and the results only exist in my mind&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Because I burned the ones that were wrote&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: O.O&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *whimpers* I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: O_O&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: But don't you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Don't you want to know if Johnny will have more children with you?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: If you are capable of being a mother again?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: If Michael and Annie can have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: um...okay, I got the point&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Well, due you want to suffer with him, Ina&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: yes?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *holds the haftle*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: You will have a double punishment then&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: o.o why?!&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468 salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Hi &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: As you can see we are in Mirkwood&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Hi Green!&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: well great&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Well, as I was saying&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: We are in Mirkwood and this door leads you to a balcony&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Tom was scanning some pictures in my file&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: hey Green!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: hello&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: and...what else, Maldy?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I am also watching Traffic-the mini-series&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: (sorry, not balcony, a couple of stairs, one for the left the other for the right)&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: (okay)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: That leads to the ball room&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: and?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Which is full of the oldest counselors, warrior, people of Mirkwood&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: so are you guys having a party&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: and our children&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: And also my husband&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: ohhhhh ok&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: If you want me to tell you the results&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: You two will have to have the enough guts to say to all those people that &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: "deppsterdude1000 (05:46:34 p.m.): I don't know, you tell me Maldy, I still don't find a difference between your husband and you, you look so alike and *stops realizing what he said*"&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: we just got home from Cel's book tour so I don't know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Maldy is punishing us, Green&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: FINE&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: for what&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: ?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *marches to the room* Maldy will tell you&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: What?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: what have they done onw&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: now&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: And later you Ina, will write it in your blog&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Johnny dared to say this:&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: "deppsterdude1000 (05:46:34 p.m.): I don't know, you tell me Maldy, I still don't find a difference between your husband and you, you look so alike and *stops realizing what he said*"&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: what did johnny say&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *rolls eyes* you want me to write THAT?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: That he didn't find a difference between my husband and me&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: aphysical one&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: fine&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: ok I am clueless and I want to stay that way&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: saying that my husband looked like a woman&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468 entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: I want my results *opens the doors to the large room* *ahem* dear important elves of Mirkwood&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: geeze &lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: No he dosen't --he's all man!!!--Manly Macho Elf&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *eyes widen and gets inside the ball room, to be next to her husband*&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: stupid INternet&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *all the eyes are on Ina*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: you are tellin me&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Hey Green!&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Good to see you!&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: yahoo is not sending attachmenta&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *L.Ina's eyes shine with happyness when she sees Ina*&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Thank god you are here&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *and the little ones' gazes show happyness too*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: sorry about before -tom was donig computer work&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: doing&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *waves at the children, smiles*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: One counselor: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: hey kids&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: sokay - I just wanted someone to talk about :-) &lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: hey who wants to see a picture of the twina&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Ina, we don't have to say that&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: I mean to &lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: twins&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: we just had one done&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but Johnny...te results&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Look at them&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: oooo lemme see, Green&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: We will be hung&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: no we won't&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: how will we know the results then?!&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: So everyone is breeding - lol &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: (Ah! Arwy I updated twice, the last post is what Johnny did to me)&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: i was trying to send a file&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: not unless I'll get hanged&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: so, anyway...dear elves and she-elves *looks around the room*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: But Ina, I don't want you to be dead&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Green you are having another baby too?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *all the room seems to be confused*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *smiles* I want be, Johnny *kisses his cheek*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: i haven't checked wiht the midwife yet&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Ina and Green are pregnant at the same time .... eeek that should be fun&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I don't mind to die, Ina, but our children?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Arwy- meep&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: but i am getting cravings again in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *eyes Ina and Johnny from her throne*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Johnny, we won't die&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: okay...people have said...&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: gosh i hope not&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: What makes you think the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Can't you see their gazes?&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: I knew it &lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I told your grandfather to check those*things* before we used them&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: that one cannot find a physical difference between King Thranduil and his Queen&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: you are pregnant and so is Ina ... wow &lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I bet they will be angry as hell&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: oh hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *takes a step back* okay, I told them&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: we did not want to now&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *there's a conmotion in the ball*&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: lol &lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: we wanted to wait another year!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *L.Ina looks angrily at Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: now, Maldy, the tests results, please&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *Thranduil stares at them, they were his friends!"&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *coughs loudly again* oh, and another thing&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *nods* There's no physical difference between them&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: We had a portrait of the twins done&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: the people who have said those things think it is a VERY BAD JOKE&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *put a hand on Johnny's mouth*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *the warriors glares at them and one is proclaiming death to both intruders for insulting their king*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: oh PFFT&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *strides to Maldy* results, please&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: Hehehe Give them to me .... &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *sighs sadly* You are not expecting a child Ina&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: I'll take good care of them &lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: O.O&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: What?!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: oh&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: whats the matter&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: you don't trust me?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: And I just can't believe you decided to do this, I would give you the results even if you didn't say those words to my husband and this honorable people&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: As I said, you are not expecting a child&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *looks down* well, silly me&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: You are expecting two little elflings, you will have twins&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: O.O EXCUSE ME?!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: You are expecting two babies instead of one&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: now THIS is not such a good joke&lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468: I have to go - Jack is back &lt;br /&gt;ArWen0468 salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: bye!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Well, I don't find amusing that you humilliated my husband in public&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but you TOLD us to!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *people in the ballroom is still muttering things and glaring at them*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: So what?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: couldn't you say no?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but I wanted the results, dammit&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Just say no and not lost the trust that the whole Mirkwood had on you?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: The illusions that my daughter Ina had of become you?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Well if I am I hope its only one this time&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: no more twins&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: I didn't say it was ME&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: I said "people"&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: though knowing the family i marryed into --&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I apologize with all the folk that belongs to Mirkwood for letting our desires of being parents overwhelm us and because of that destroy your trust and friendship&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Had to step out&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods* &lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: no prob, Green&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Don't worry Green&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I have a appointment to see the midwife day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *looks around* will you forgive us?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: :-MaldaeienEvens: *no sound*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: brb&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: ok&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: ok&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: k&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: I'll...give you pickles! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: I know I was unfair to put you in this situation&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: But I thought you were going to react in another way&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but you know I'm not afraid of challenged&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: A pickle doesn't fix a broken heart *guves Ina his coldest gaze*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: and I REALLY wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: and now everyone is mad, and I don't have a baby *sniffs* this day is the worst&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: you have two babies"!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: You are expecting twins you fool&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: and this celebration was for that&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: To enjoy with you the miracle of being a mother again&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil. But I think the fool here was I&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *eyes Thranduil*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: no, no, Thrandy!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: look, it wasn't on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *the mutterings start again*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *gives Maldy a sad look*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: *eyes Johnny* Do you want to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Maldaeien: *returns the sad look and caresses Thranduil's hand*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *sighs sadly* Nothing, sire *says the last word with an angry tone*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *sighs* guess we should go now&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *Ina glares at Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *wraps his arm around Ina*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: This celebration was for you&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: and you will stay until it ends&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: I guess it was stupid to believe Maldy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but Thranduil, we caused too much trouble&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Maldaeien: :-(&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: You are in my domains and you do what I say without hesitate&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *glares at Thranduil*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: meep&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: We are not under your command, sire&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: Johnny, calm down&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: We are not your folk, we don't obey your orders&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: and if we want to go&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *strokes his hand*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: we will go&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: *Icy eyes on Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: now&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: STOP IT, YOU TWO&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *all the elves in the room, except some children and women glares at Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: look, Thranduil, Johnny made a comment he DID NOT mean and apologized for it&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *the muttering starts again, "how he dare to say that?" "he is such a fool" " who he thinks he is?")&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but Maldy made him say it again in front of you, so you have no right to be mad at him!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: *looks at Maldaeien*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *wraps an arm around Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Maldaeien: *nods* i did that because...&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Maldaeien: I'm a fool :-(&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *muttering starts again and everybody looks sad at the Queen (no one said this would be fair, right? ;-))*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: You dissappointed me&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: ugh, this is the saddest party ever&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: the party will go on&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: *looks at Maldaeien* and we will have a speech right now&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: but it will not be foreced&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: Stay if you want&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: The party will go on, no matter if you want to stay or not&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Thranduil: Now excuse us&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: o.o&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *Thranduil goes out of the room followed by Maldaeien*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: meep&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *there's a brief period of silence interrumpted by the elder daughters who order the party to proceed*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *looks at Ina*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: That was strange&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: well...*turns to Johnny, smiles nervously* guess who'll be a father again?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Me :-D&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: and with...twins *looks nervous*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *hugs Ina closer* I'm glad to hear that&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *hugs him* wouldn't it be scary?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: 2 lovely half-elves&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: No&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: no?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *a counselour approaches to them and shows them their seats*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: It will be fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *nods, sits down* really?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *hugs him* twins, Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *their seats are next to Thranduil and Maldaeien's ones*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *hugs her back*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: :-D&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: do I deserve a kiss? O:-)&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: No&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: You don't&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: You deserve two kisses&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *kisses her twice* (a)&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: O:-)&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *kisses back*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *strokes his cheek* we'll be parents again!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *two well decorated chairs are empty (you know why), next to Ina is seating L.Ina, LCer, LArwenLRin*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: *smiles at Ina*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: L.Ina: *sighs dramatically*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: L.Cer: *caresses her sister's back*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: ok guys was a little busy&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: wowow&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: L.Arwen: *mutters* What do you think they are doing?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: so its true&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: L.Rin: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *smiles at Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: congrats guys&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *smiles* thank you&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I am kind of hoping I'm not--but if I am ok&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *an advisor approaches to Green and shows her her seat, also next to the two empty seats*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: thanks&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Thank you Green&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: why not, Green?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: I am hoping its only ONE&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: I wish you the best of the lucks with your baby&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: well we wanted to wait another year&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: the twins are barly a year old&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *the meal is being served, there are different fruits and plates that look really delicious, and tons of wine*&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: ohhhh i want some fruit&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: and is that turkey&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: yummmmy&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: ooooo *reaches fro the wine* oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *peeks out of hiding place*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *L.Ina hands her a flavoured drink that tastes really sweet*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: heeeey&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *smiles at L.Ina*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000: Thank you, my Princess Ina&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: *smells wine and gaggs* ohhhhhh I'm gonna be sick&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: *L.Ina blushes but doesn't return the smile*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: L.Cer: Come to sit with us sister!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: brb&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *big eyes* cookies?&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: *Celeborn comes in* Hey Maldy! I am I late for the party?????&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: (I'm being punished by my husband, Green, brb)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: (and Johnny seems to have problems with the net again)&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Cel: I had to get a sitter for the twins-&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Who'd you get babe&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *comes out of hiding* no ones fighting...f-f-food&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: Cel: Glorfindel--you know how he loves our little tresures&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *begins to cry*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *hugs Amarie*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: are there cookies&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: oh amarie&lt;br /&gt;elfnypho: brb&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: ok&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: may I have one&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: of course!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: *gives her a cookie*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: *smiles happily, munching on the kookie*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: oh man...have to go&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva: byes!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: bye&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: o.o&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: going now&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf: byee&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: O.o?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: All the people left?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens: Well, i'm leaving too then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how to say this?... *sighs and sees that Galion, Galdor and Thranduil are looking at her*.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for what I did Ina and Johnny, I was a completely fool for seting you that kind of trap and for playing with your feelings in the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for the twins, I hope you two have healthy babies.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No one in Mirkwood hates you Ina, they understood what you did after I explained them what happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107602451331595295?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107602451331595295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107602451331595295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602451331595295' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107594497754561761</id><published>2004-02-04T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:37:58.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Johnny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest lovely actor that will have his heart out of his pretty chest for his comment about my husband's looks (Yes, I'm still planning to get medieval with your beautiful @$$ and torture you for hours and hours), I have news to tell you, but because I want to make you suffer (Yes, not for nothing I'm a queen) you will have to do something for me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that this morning Ina went to the healing house to make herself a check about if she was pregnant or not?, well, i have the results, the only results in the whole Middle Earth and Hallaquárënion, the female elven healer, won't say a word of them (money makes the elves dance too and hot guys and a life of luxury too).&lt;br /&gt;But as I said, i want you to do something for me, and the next time we meet, you will decide if you want to know the result or to live forever with the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Namarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No healer will attend Ina to make her a pregnancy check or something related, all liked what I did with Hallaquárënion and wants it for they too, and Elrond, well, he tries something and I eat him alive like Galadriel.&lt;br /&gt;PSS: If you want to know why I'm so angry, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(05:30:50 p.m.) Acabas de entrar al chat "Imladris healing house 1."&lt;br /&gt;(05:30:52 p.m.) deppsterdude1000 entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:31:10 p.m.): o&lt;br /&gt;(05:31:30 p.m.) PshychoDiva entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:31:40 p.m.): o.o JOHNNY&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:31:45 p.m.): *is sitting on a examination table because his knees are wounded* Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:31:47 p.m.): how are you?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:31:54 p.m.): *the babies cry out loud*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:31:59 p.m.): o.o&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:32:03 p.m.): Vienna's chorus?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:32:09 p.m.): Hi sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:32:11 p.m.): O.O Johnny, what happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;(05:32:33 p.m.) Mistfur wolf entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:32:41 p.m.): I decided to immitate superman for the little elflings&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:32:52 p.m.): o.o?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:32:53 p.m.): *the babies cry out loud more*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:33:04 p.m.): Gosh, they have good lungs!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:33:08 p.m.): Hi Amarie&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:33:12 p.m.): How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:33:15 p.m.): hello&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:33:16 p.m.): *gives the babies squishy spiders*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:33:17 p.m.): Hi sweetie&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:33:18 p.m.): ^^&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:33:20 p.m.): hi Amarie!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:33:24 p.m.): *they are still crying*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:33:36 p.m.): *looks lost*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:33:55 p.m.): *stands up and goes to confort the babies*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:33:58 p.m.): I'm alright...all of you?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:34:18 p.m.): the babies are cerying&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:34:22 p.m.): *crying&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:34:28 p.m.): Shhh, little elfies, don't cry, you will left us all sore&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:34:35 p.m.): hehe&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:34:49 p.m.): *they eye Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:35:08 p.m.): *and asks their selves who is he and why he is so sweet with them*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:35:13 p.m.): *smiles at the babies*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:35:28 p.m.): *pats their heads* Nice little elfies, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:35:37 p.m.): *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:35:42 p.m.): *walks over to them* aww&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:35:58 p.m.): *they little babies get mad when Johnny pats their head, pouts and cry out loud*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:36:17 p.m.): O_O Gosh, and they still have energy to scream&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:36:31 p.m.): does anyone want me to try?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:36:33 p.m.): aww nooo *tickles the babies softly*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:36:43 p.m.): Now you know what I go through everynight&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:36:59 p.m.): *kisses her babies' head and says some sweet words in Elvish*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:37:04 p.m.): poor Maldy!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:37:06 p.m.): *they pout at her*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:37:21 p.m.): Don't cry and your daddy will let you be with him at his study&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:37:38 p.m.): *they smile widely and look at them with innocent eyes and mischievous smile*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:37:49 p.m.): Poor poor Thranduil&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:37:59 p.m.): *shakes head* He will end with a headache&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:38:23 p.m.): *laughs, hugs Johnny* som what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:39:22 p.m.): *sits and blinks*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:39:31 p.m.): *hugs Ina back* I jumped trying to copy a move that I did once and I failed and ended with two wounded knees&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:39:55 p.m.): o.o now why were you doing that?!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:40:08 p.m.): To make the elflings happy&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:40:17 p.m.): I have elven fans too :-P&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:40:37 p.m.): *squishes him* who would'nt love you?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:41:04 p.m.): *thinks* I don't know&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:41:19 p.m.): I'm so loved&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:41:19 p.m.): *strokes his hair* does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:41:21 p.m.): :-P&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:41:26 p.m.): *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:41:27 p.m.): No, it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:41:44 p.m.): *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:41:53 p.m.): But the elflings said I had to come here or my wounds could end bad, and I didn't want them to be worried&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:42:04 p.m.): Well, now you can be with us&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:42:08 p.m.): I was worried, too&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:42:14 p.m.): I thought you forgot&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:42:17 p.m.): Ina is going to make a check ;-)&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:42:24 p.m.): Forgot to see Elrond?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:42:57 p.m.): No way, my dear *kisses her softly*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:42:57 p.m.): forgot to be here with me&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:43:15 p.m.): *the babies giggle when they see Johnny kissing Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:43:36 p.m.): *kisses back, smiles*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:43:48 p.m.): I'm your dear?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:44:00 p.m.): *nods* And my love and my angel too&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:44:19 p.m.): *blushes* really?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:44:25 p.m.): *mutters* Where will you be when the mushyness attacks you?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:44:29 p.m.): *nods*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:44:40 p.m.): *kisses him*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:44:49 p.m.): *kisses her back*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:45:03 p.m.): But Elrond is still in the outborders, my angel&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:45:04 p.m.): right here&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:45:09 p.m.): :-P&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:45:17 p.m.): *smiles nervously* so...let's go&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:45:23 p.m.): oh&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:45:29 p.m.): is there another healer to see us?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:45:31 p.m.): But we can see the other healer&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:45:34 p.m.): *nods*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:45:44 p.m.): The one that was taking care of my knees&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:45:55 p.m.): Was a she or a he?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:45:55 p.m.): ohh then he's good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:46:34 p.m.): I don't know, you tell me Maldy, I still don't find a difference between your husband and you, you look so alike and *stops realizing what he said*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:46:54 p.m.): o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:47:18 p.m.): o.o&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:47:44 p.m.): *glares at Johnny* &lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:48:04 p.m.): oh my&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:48:10 p.m.): I'm sorry I didn't want to... *stops because Maldy is glaring at him really bad*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:48:12 p.m.): *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:48:31 p.m.): You signed your sentence of death, Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:48:36 p.m.): o.o&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:48:42 p.m.): *hugs Johnny protectively*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:48:58 p.m.): *hides*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:49:39 p.m.): *hugs Ina back*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:50:28 p.m.): *looks around* now where's that healer?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:50:45 p.m.): If it wasn't for my babies and the fact that Ina is pregnant, Johnny, I can assure you that you would be the first human who was tortured in a sadic way by an Elven Queen&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:50:52 p.m.): *nervous* I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:51:13 p.m.): 0.0&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:51:24 p.m.): don't worry Johnny, I won't let anything bad happen to you&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:51:30 p.m.): *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:51:31 p.m.): and you don't know for sure I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:51:59 p.m.): *whimpers* you really shouldn't tempt her&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:52:10 p.m.): My babies and all the animals in Imladris are happy, tender and protective with you, Ina, that's a sign of pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:52:25 p.m.): o.o maybe they just like me a lot&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:52:37 p.m.): *glares at Johnny, her eyes looks like the ones of a professional cold blooded assassin*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:52:44 p.m.): *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:53:18 p.m.): *kisses Johnny's cheek*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:53:27 p.m.): *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:54:18 p.m.): awww what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:54:42 p.m.): *A female healer enters inside the healing rooms*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:54:51 p.m.): *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:55:05 p.m.): *sneezes, propelling self backward a bit*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:55:07 p.m.): Aaaww, what's wrong my sweetheart? *hugs Amarie*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:55:53 p.m.): *looks at the healer*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:56:13 p.m.): *sneezes again*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:56:49 p.m.): *The female healer bows* Mae govannen, my Queen, my Pincess and my counselor, what I can do to help you?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:57:12 p.m.): um...I want to get checked&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:57:18 p.m.): o.o&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:57:26 p.m.): FH: Checked?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:57:36 p.m.): FH: Can I ask of what?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:57:45 p.m.): *nods* I wish to know if I'm with child&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:58:00 p.m.): FH: Ah! A pregnancy check&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:58:16 p.m.): FH: *looks at Johnny* and how are your knees, my master?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:58:22 p.m.): *nods nervously*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:58:28 p.m.): Erm, very well&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (05:58:33 p.m.): They are ok&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:58:36 p.m.): *gets up coughing, and walks out, though the coughs sound suspiciously like laughter*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (05:58:52 p.m.): o.O&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:59:10 p.m.): Amarie&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:59:21 p.m.): (Elves don't get ill Amarie)&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (05:59:28 p.m.): ((laughing))&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (05:59:59 p.m.): Ah&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:00:01 p.m.): Sorry&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:00:07 p.m.): *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:00:16 p.m.): so...*turns to the healer*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:00:53 p.m.): FH: Come with me&lt;br /&gt;(06:00:59 p.m.) OrlandoBloom1000 entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:01:07 p.m.): *shows them the entrace of a private room*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:01:12 p.m.): ORLI!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:01:19 p.m.): *squishes him* HOW ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:01:38 p.m.): MALDY!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (06:01:38 p.m.): Orli!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:01:40 p.m.): INA!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:01:47 p.m.): EVERYBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (06:01:51 p.m.): *bounce bounce bounce bounce*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:01:52 p.m.): *squishes more*&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (06:01:55 p.m.): have to g&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (06:01:56 p.m.): o&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:01:57 p.m.): Hi Peep!&lt;br /&gt;Mistfur wolf (06:02:00 p.m.): bye bye everyone&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:02:02 p.m.): ORLI!&lt;br /&gt;(06:02:02 p.m.) Mistfur wolf salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:02:04 p.m.): Aaaaww, see you soon Amarie!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:02:08 p.m.): bye&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:02:10 p.m.): yo Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:02:13 p.m.): INA!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:02:19 p.m.): *squishes him*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:03:07 p.m.): How is the hottest man on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:03:37 p.m.): *squishes her*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:03:41 p.m.): a little hot&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:03:55 p.m.): A little hot?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:03:57 p.m.): *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:04:05 p.m.): too hot for you to handle ;-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:04:12 p.m.): ;-) *nods*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:04:38 p.m.): ack, brbr&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:04:47 p.m.): ok&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:04:58 p.m.): So, do you want to go with you Ina?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:05:08 p.m.): *nods*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:05:12 p.m.): you and Johnny&lt;br /&gt;(06:05:29 p.m.) GRuNGee BaBe entró al chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:05:36 p.m.): +the babies pout because they were left out*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:05:38 p.m.): Hi uth!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:05:42 p.m.): Luth*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:05:44 p.m.): How are you?&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:05:45 p.m.): HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:05:49 p.m.): hello!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:05:49 p.m.): good you?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:05:49 p.m.): Hello Luth&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:05:54 p.m.): Hey Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:05:57 p.m.): Hey Ina!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:06:06 p.m.): *takes Johnny's hand, looks nervously at him*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:06:19 p.m.): .... whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:06:26 p.m.): FH: I don't think you should come with her&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:06:31 p.m.): who?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:06:51 p.m.): FH: It's a very private check the one I will do&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:07:02 p.m.): FH: Your friends, my counselor&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:07:09 p.m.): but...Johnny is not my friend&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:07:14 p.m.): I cant wait until next week!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:07:37 p.m.): (ME neither HURRAY!!!!!!!!! For Luth's birthday!=)&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:07:53 p.m.): (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:07:54 p.m.): (Hurray for Paris coming!)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:07:56 p.m.): FH: not your friend?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:08:15 p.m.): *shakes her head* he's the father of the possible baby&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:08:50 p.m.): FH: My couunselor what I have to do is *whispers in her ear what she has to do*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:09:04 p.m.): o.O&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:09:48 p.m.): *looks at Johnny, blushes*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:09:51 p.m.): FH: Do you agree with me that this is something really private and that we have to be alone in that room?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:10:35 p.m.): well, I would want Johnny to be there, but...I guess this IS a bit awkard&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:10:44 p.m.): *confused*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:11:07 p.m.): *pats Johnny's shoulder* You will blush to death&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:11:16 p.m.): *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:11:19 p.m.): *glares at him* But not before I make you pay for that comment&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:11:24 p.m.): *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:11:29 p.m.): well...Ms.ummm..Healer, can we go?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:11:38 p.m.): *glares at Maldy* don't you DARE&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:11:44 p.m.): *Pats harder his shoulder and goes where her children are*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:11:49 p.m.): I dare! and a lot!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:12:05 p.m.): *glares more*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:12:09 p.m.): back&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:12:22 p.m.): FH: I'm Hallaquárënion, my counselor, it's a pleasure to meet you all :-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:12:29 p.m.): Welcome back Orli!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:12:47 p.m.): Hallawhat?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:12:49 p.m.): *glares at Ina and Johnny* he deserves the worst of the deaths for that comment&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:12:57 p.m.): can you please repeat that?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:13:03 p.m.): and Maldy, let it sliiiiiiiide&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:13:05 p.m.): FH: Hallaquárënion&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:13:13 p.m.): *sighs angrily*+&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:13:17 p.m.): ......&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:13:29 p.m.): did I miss much?&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:13:31 p.m.): Hey Orli!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:13:34 p.m.): can I just call you Halla?&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:13:34 p.m.): no&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:13:43 p.m.): theire just babbleing and I am lost&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:13:44 p.m.): FH: Of course, my counselor&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:13:51 p.m.): HELLO&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:13:53 p.m.): thank you :-)&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:13:58 p.m.): oh, I am always lost&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:14:11 p.m.): Johnny *says his name with an angry tone* insulted my husband&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:14:23 p.m.): oooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:14:26 p.m.): nice one mate&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:14:29 p.m.): It was an accident, I didn't want to say that&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:14:39 p.m.): Same thing happened to me Last night&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:14:48 p.m.): happens to me constantly&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:15:04 p.m.): *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:15:18 p.m.): so...*looks at Hala*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:15:19 p.m.): FH: *gets inside the room and waits for Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:15:40 p.m.): *walks after her, looks at Johnny* you can wait outside :-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:16:02 p.m.): we were talking about the healer when I asked him if the healer was a she or a he and he dared to say this:&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:16:08 p.m.): " I don't know, you tell me Maldy, I still don't find a difference between your husband and you, you look so alike and *stops realizing what he said*"&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:16:21 p.m.): *glares at Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:16:25 p.m.): *stifles laughter*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:16:38 p.m.): I said I was sorry, it was not my intention to make you feel bad&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:16:45 p.m.): *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:16:47 p.m.): a fair comment&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:17:01 p.m.): Fair comment?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:17:32 p.m.): nothing&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:17:51 p.m.): *Steps between Maldy and Orli* No need for Hostility&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:18:01 p.m.): Its an opinion. Words are words&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:18:04 p.m.): It was unfair to insult my husband saying that he looks like a woman or to say that I look like a man!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:18:11 p.m.): *closes the door behind her*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:18:19 p.m.): You dont look like a man!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:18:23 p.m.): Johnny Said that?!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:18:36 p.m.): whoa, big mistake&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:18:40 p.m.): even I don't go that far&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:18:40 p.m.): I don't see something "fair" in that, becuase we didn't insult him&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:18:50 p.m.): I didn't say that you looked like a man&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:19:04 p.m.): Then you said that my husband looked like a woman then ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:19:28 p.m.): you know what?! I have nothing to do with this and I want nothing to do with this! I am neutral! I AM SWITZERLAND!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:19:31 p.m.): anyway....*cough* .....moving swiftly on.....nice weather isn't it? *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:19:35 p.m.): LOL&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:19:39 p.m.): *looks at Hala* so, what will you do to me?&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:19:41 p.m.): very lovely out I must say&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:20:00 p.m.): yes&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:20:02 p.m.): *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:20:06 p.m.): *cough*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:20:06 p.m.): I said that *nervous* You two have long blond hair and wear a crown of flowers and sometimes I don't know who is who&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:20:27 p.m.): FH: *does what she didn't want to mention to Ina*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:20:32 p.m.): * glances at Orli* Cant you convince Paris to come sooner?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:20:37 p.m.): Johnny...&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:20:37 p.m.): I can try&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:20:44 p.m.): Please so!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:20:44 p.m.): *gulps, looks at Hala*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:20:46 p.m.): *do&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:20:52 p.m.): Let's say that my husband is two heads taller than me!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:21:02 p.m.): The anxiety is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:21:17 p.m.): HOW CAN YOU MISTOOK US?!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:21:33 p.m.): *the babies start crying because of the tense situation*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:21:56 p.m.): *looks and tries to confort them* You are lucky, you were saved by them&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:22:11 p.m.): *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:22:39 p.m.): Anyway, Whats been new since... Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:23:02 p.m.): You dare to say my husband looks like a woman again and I stab you several times with an orc poisoned blade&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:23:03 p.m.): oh not a lot&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:23:08 p.m.): *looks at Hala*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:23:12 p.m.): *gets out cells, searches for number*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:23:15 p.m.): Figured&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:23:34 p.m.): FH: Well, that's all, you may go out, my counselor, I will give you the results later&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:23:42 p.m.): LATER?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:24:16 p.m.): FH: *nods* Later&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:24:30 p.m.): *makes call*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:24:44 p.m.): but whhhhhhhy?&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:25:03 p.m.): Who are you calling?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:25:13 p.m.): ack, no answer&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:25:14 p.m.): FH: Because I need to end the exams&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:25:24 p.m.): *waits for Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:25:47 p.m.): how long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:26:14 p.m.): *glances at Maldy to see if she is going to kill him*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:26:27 p.m.): FH: I don't know, but no more than a day&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:26:37 p.m.): well I was calling Paris but the whole war thing must be taking up his time&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:26:47 p.m.): Shit :-PshychoDiva (06:26:48 p.m.): A DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:26:51 p.m.): i know&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:26:56 p.m.): there has to be something faster!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:27:21 p.m.): *opens the door and grabs Ina, takes her out* If you want it faster then let her do her job&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:27:34 p.m.): hey! HMPH&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:27:35 p.m.): O_O&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:27:43 p.m.): *hums 'Weak and Powerless*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:28:00 p.m.): I have to wait :-(&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:28:06 p.m.): Also he needs you by his side before I try to kill him!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:29:06 p.m.): no!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:29:21 p.m.): ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:29:31 p.m.): *hugs Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:29:57 p.m.): awwwww&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:30:02 p.m.): *hugs Ina back*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:30:05 p.m.): I will!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:30:14 p.m.): No one calls my husband woman!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:30:25 p.m.): Maldy, stop, breathe, relax&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:30:30 p.m.): Also if he was here I'm sure Johnny would end in our dungeons for that&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:30:46 p.m.): and most important of all, don't even think of hurting MY Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:31:02 p.m.): I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:31:07 p.m.): of taking out his heart&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:31:13 p.m.): and throwing it to the spiders&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:31:18 p.m.): O_O *GASP!*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:31:45 p.m.): O.O *clings to Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:31:56 p.m.): brb&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:32:13 p.m.): ok&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:32:34 p.m.): And I think that my husband and everyone will agree with that&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:32:35 p.m.): my gods, have you gone mad?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:32:52 p.m.): No, I don't like when people insults my husband, that's all&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:32:57 p.m.): i do it&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:33:13 p.m.): Also, I miss him, and my bed too *sob* I haven't rest in ages&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:33:22 p.m.): *eyes Orli* you dare to insult him?!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:33:24 p.m.): brb :-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:33:35 p.m.): ok&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:33:44 p.m.): whoa, easy tiger, calm down&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:33:45 p.m.): k&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:34:06 p.m.): *growls*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:34:49 p.m.): ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:35:05 p.m.): okay....*steps away* maybe I should leave...&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:35:27 p.m.): Don't you dare to&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:35:44 p.m.): you'll kill me if I stay&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:35:49 p.m.): No, i won't&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:36:04 p.m.): I will torture you first, but after admiring you for a while&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:36:28 p.m.): you're scaring me&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:36:40 p.m.): I know&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:37:30 p.m.): *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:37:37 p.m.): And I like that&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:38:20 p.m.): Now, will you be a nice boy and stay here until Ina comes back?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:38:49 p.m.): yes &lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:38:59 p.m.): And then stay the rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:39:10 p.m.): maybe&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:39:25 p.m.): Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:39:35 p.m.): maybe&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:41:13 p.m.): okay i'll stick around&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:41:36 p.m.): :-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:41:43 p.m.): Good boy, did you see my husband?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:41:58 p.m.): not today I haven't&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:42:07 p.m.): :-(&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:42:45 p.m.): *the babies smile at Orli and extend their hands to him*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:42:54 p.m.): awwww arn't they cute&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:43:01 p.m.): :-)&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:43:25 p.m.): *nods* They are so sweet, except at nights, they never fall asleep until it's more or less 4AM&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:43:46 p.m.): I miss my daughters terribly&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:43:51 p.m.): I bet&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:43:52 p.m.): *squishes Orli*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:44:01 p.m.): *hugs Orli tenderly*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:44:15 p.m.): back&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:44:26 p.m.): feel the love in the room lol&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:44:27 p.m.): *pats Orlando's shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:44:28 p.m.): welcome back&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:44:33 p.m.): *hugs Ina &amp; Maldy*&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:44:49 p.m.): thank you&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:44:50 p.m.): You will see them again&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:45:00 p.m.): *sighs* not for a while&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:45:14 p.m.): Welcome back Ina and Luth!&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:45:28 p.m.): thanks you :-)&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:45:43 p.m.): don't worry, Orli...when there's a will, there's a way!&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:46:58 p.m.): ahhhh I hope you're right Ina&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:47:23 p.m.): of course I am!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:47:32 p.m.): Dont you carry a picture of them around&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:48:31 p.m.): yes i do *takes wallet from pocket, shows them picture* see&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:48:44 p.m.): awww *smiles* they're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:48:50 p.m.): *looks at Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:49:00 p.m.): arn't they so cute, Rin too, lol&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:49:15 p.m.): *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:50:01 p.m.): hehehe *sighs* I love that phot&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:50:03 p.m.): *photo&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:50:50 p.m.): *hugs him* before you know it, you'll be one big happy family again&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:51:13 p.m.): yes, in two months we shall be together again&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:51:25 p.m.): They are adorable&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:52:01 p.m.): and maybe even earlier, Orli&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:52:06 p.m.): *pokes Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:52:26 p.m.): earlier? if only&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:52:58 p.m.): Back&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:52:59 p.m.): sorry&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:53:06 p.m.): if only I could get out of filming for a while&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:53:24 p.m.): then do&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:53:24 p.m.): Just do it&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:53:29 p.m.): you're the actor, dammit&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:53:32 p.m.): No one complains if you do that&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:53:43 p.m.): yeah, I know&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:53:45 p.m.): but...&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:53:48 p.m.): *nods* You are the actor in the film and you have rights&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:53:52 p.m.): *pokes back Ina*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:54:05 p.m.): *poke poke*&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:54:39 p.m.): `*pokes her 11 times and holds her hands so she can't poke him*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:54:54 p.m.): *eyes Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:54:54 p.m.): you're right...I AM the actor....I can have time off if I want!&lt;br /&gt;GRuNGee BaBe (06:55:02 p.m.): hahaah&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:55:15 p.m.): *nods* YOU run the movie, Orli&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:55:19 p.m.): *realeases Ina and eyes Maldy, he is very nervous*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:55:22 p.m.): HEY! &lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:55:31 p.m.): cant film without me&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:55:35 p.m.): *hugs Johnny* &lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:55:37 p.m.): they'd have to wait for me to get back&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:55:39 p.m.): of course they can't&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:55:51 p.m.): right, time to pack&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:55:59 p.m.): the best they can do is film so perryful scenrety stuff&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:55:59 p.m.): Johnny, look at this&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:56:04 p.m.): YAY, go ORLI&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:56:11 p.m.): I shall leave tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:56:15 p.m.): GO ME&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:56:33 p.m.): But Orli, you can talk to them and tell them your necesities&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:56:37 p.m.): *squishes him*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:56:44 p.m.): You don't want them to fire you&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:57:07 p.m.): PFFT&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:57:09 p.m.): he's the LEAD&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:57:31 p.m.): *looks at Johnny*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:57:32 p.m.): exactly! what are they gonna do? replace me?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:57:34 p.m.): And look also at this Johnny&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:57:38 p.m.): Yes&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:57:40 p.m.): ......they could replace me &lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:57:41 p.m.): NO&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:57:42 p.m.): They will replace you&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (06:57:47 p.m.): oh no&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:58:00 p.m.): he already filmed like, half of the movie&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:58:06 p.m.): they can't replace him&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:58:25 p.m.): But if he acts like a spoiled brat, yes they can&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:58:36 p.m.): pfft again&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:58:39 p.m.): They will say that he was not doing what the contract said&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:58:42 p.m.): and fire him&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:59:09 p.m.): Now, do you still think that Thranduil looks like a woman, Johnny?&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:59:10 p.m.): and then what?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:59:14 p.m.): Wait a second&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:59:20 p.m.): He will be replaced&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (06:59:34 p.m.): throw a million's worthj budget and shoot it all again?!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (06:59:43 p.m.): Why not?&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (06:59:59 p.m.): Erm, He doesn't look like a woman :-)&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:00:14 p.m.): *mutters* He looks like a nancy girl&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:00:20 p.m.): I HEARD THAT!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:00:24 p.m.): *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:00:28 p.m.): because it's stupid, Maldy&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:00:43 p.m.): You really want me to kill you....&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:00:45 p.m.): *looks at Johnny* I'm feeling very ignored here&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:01:01 p.m.): I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:01:29 p.m.): let her take her time and calm down&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:01:33 p.m.): Do you think that he looks like a girl?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:02:48 p.m.): oh purlease&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:03:05 p.m.): huh?&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:03:15 p.m.): of course he does&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:03:20 p.m.): you really have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:03:40 p.m.): Do you really think that?&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:03:41 p.m.): O_O&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:04:12 p.m.): *glares at Orli in a horrible way, her eyes shine with death*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:04:38 p.m.): HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A F******* NANCY GIRL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:05:17 p.m.): ......&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:05:26 p.m.): ....&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:06:31 p.m.): *Her wrath goes to unknown levels and her face is all red with anger*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:07:19 p.m.): whoa&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:07:33 p.m.): I thiiiiink we all should ho&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:07:35 p.m.): you have to face it though Maldy, he does look like a fecking nancy boy&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:07:36 p.m.): *go&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:07:44 p.m.): *edges away to other side of room*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:08:15 p.m.): *her babies remain in silence because they don't want to make their mother get more angry and looks at Johnny, Ina, Luth and Orli with sad puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:08:24 p.m.): *covers eyes*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:08:31 p.m.): *goes to the babies, hugs them*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:08:31 p.m.): HE IS NOT A FECKIN NANCY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:08:44 p.m.): *they look at Ina with scared eyes*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:08:47 p.m.): *nods*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:08:49 p.m.): okay, this could get nasty, I'm going&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:08:57 p.m.): why are you sad, baby&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:09:03 p.m.): yeah...maybe I should go, too&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:09:20 p.m.): *wants to take the babies with him*&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:09:34 p.m.): awww *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:09:50 p.m.): *her hands turns into fists and shows her teeth to each person inside the room*&lt;br /&gt;OrlandoBloom1000 (07:10:22 p.m.): EEEEEEK! *runs*&lt;br /&gt;(07:10:24 p.m.) OrlandoBloom1000 salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;PshychoDiva (07:10:39 p.m.): O.O *runs, too*&lt;br /&gt;(07:10:40 p.m.) PshychoDiva salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;deppsterdude1000 (07:10:53 p.m.): *runs too taking the babies with him*&lt;br /&gt;(07:10:55 p.m.) deppsterdude1000 salió del chat.&lt;br /&gt;MaldaeienEvens (07:11:22 p.m.): *growls really loud and chases Johnny*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: He returned my children, but the next time, I will eat him alive&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS: the reason of why I don't hunt Orli is because he didn't dare to take my children away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107594497754561761?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107594497754561761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107594497754561761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594497754561761' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107592554548721524</id><published>2004-02-04T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:14:06.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to Mirkwood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible people, I'm updating again, I don't know what happened, but something motiviated me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, lately I'm very lazy, and maybe that's because I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day that Thranduil came back I had no time to rest (yes, because of that too *blushes furiously*).&lt;br /&gt;I always find a reason to wake up early and see him sleeping, or to go to his rooms and see him working; he is a new elf now :P, so peaceful and lovely, spending all the time he can with us... And talking about that, the other days we had a picnic outside, in our inner garden; the children decided that it was very boring to always have lunch inside and prepeared everything; I just can't believe out little ones have now the initiative to plan their own things.&lt;br /&gt;That day was wonderful and we had tons of fun, even Thranduil stopped glaring at Glorfindel and Figwit for being with his lovely princesses :P.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm really tired, the babies and his siblings (not Ina, Cer, arwen and Rin, the little ones) are more than active lately and there is no way to make them go to bed at nights, so I'm sleepless.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this has no sense, so I will stop.&lt;br /&gt;Namarie!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107592554548721524?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107592554548721524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107592554548721524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592554548721524' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107392756775055130</id><published>2004-01-12T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T14:14:05.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this blog will be now Maldaeien's property and I won't post anything about my real life again (or we all will get confused again).&lt;br /&gt;Also I need to buy another scanner (yeah, sure, like if it was that easy) to show you the drawing of Glorfindel I made (also to make him run away screaming like a little child because of it :P)&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107392756775055130?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107392756775055130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107392756775055130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107392756775055130' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107371866929448462</id><published>2004-01-10T04:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T04:12:25.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boredddddddddddd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/images/I.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you practice Wicca or Paganism or possibly more liberal Christianity. You probably love Dead Can Dance, anything ethereal, and might be vegetarian. You probably also like to hug people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/index.html"&gt; What kind of goth are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a vegetarian but I love to hug people, it's a beautiful way to express confidence and love. And I am, indeed, a more liberal Christian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Silverhill/quizzes/What%20LotR%20Mary%20Sue%20cliche%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Silverhill/1072814783_elrond2.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Elrond's other daughter."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What LotR Mary Sue cliche are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs histerically for over almost 5 hours* SURE! *laughs more*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mistercomfypants/1067832020_guggenheim.JPG" border="0" alt="Architecture"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Architecture.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most functional art form and rarely do&lt;br&gt;anything without some practical purpose.&lt;br&gt;Although you are capable of easilly outstaging&lt;br&gt;the other arts, you usually prefer to go&lt;br&gt;unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mistercomfypants/quizzes/What%20form%20of%20art%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What form of art are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*looks at her self* Really? o.O?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Life Path Number is EIGHT &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your Life-Path number is probably the most influential numerological aspect to be considered. This number is determined by your birth date and represents who you are at this time. It indicates specific traits that are present and will likely be active and influential throughout your lifetime. It is the overall number that determines much of what will be important to you and how you will handle things as they come. &lt;br /&gt;If your Life-Path number is EIGHT, the pursuit of money and status will be the most prominent for you. Those with a Life-Path number of EIGHT are often the most powerful, confident and materially successful people there are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT personalities tend to be independent, competitive, practical and forceful when it's necessary. Managing business, yourself and your environment will all come fairly easy. With an EIGHT Life-Path you are endowed with tremendous potential for conceiving far reaching ideas and further, with the tenacity to follow through on them. Key qualities/words for an EIGHT Life-Path are practical endeavors, status orientated, power seeking and high material goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common for EIGHTS to find they have little or no time for dreams and visions. They are more likely to be concerned with the down to earth affairs that are going on. This can add strain to relationships if others aren't aware or accepting of your nature. An EIGHT can also become so preoccupied with the making of money that the family, the home and their own peace of mind becomes neglected. Taking appropriate time to allow for all things that are important can be a challenge but is also vital to the happiness of an EIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life purpose for an EIGHT is to acquire money and to learn the power that comes with proper manipulation. It was once thought that the number EIGHT was one of 'bad luck'. This is hardly the case. Luck has nothing to do with it for an EIGHT. Ingenuity, balance and hard work bring rewards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important for all EIGHTS to refrain from obsessive pursuits or from neglect of life's other pleasures. It can be a challenge to find the right balance between ambition and relationships. However, careful planning and determination can keep life in harmony. "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the... ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://astrology.yahoo.com/us/astrology/divination/numerology/index.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AjLake/1073250668_ementsWind.jpg" border="0" alt="Wind"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are guided by the wind. You obey your impulses.&lt;br&gt;You are the kind of person that is always comng&lt;br&gt;up with ideas that would be fun, yet somewhat&lt;br&gt;destructive. (Rate my test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AjLake/quizzes/What%20force%20is%20your%20soul%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What force is your soul?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lifts an eyebrow* So, I can be destructive and funny at the same time... Who wants to try me to find out if this is true? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jackee/1037956393_--lancelot.jpg" border="0" alt="lancelot"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jackee/quizzes/What%20Monty%20Python%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Monty Python Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs more* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107371866929448462?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107371866929448462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107371866929448462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107371866929448462' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107369852936884315</id><published>2004-01-09T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T03:31:34.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tammy, you've got doll (but I still have to make the final touches, like your hair)&lt;br /&gt;- Lidi, you've got doll too&lt;br /&gt;- Ina, I'm going with you&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny, Ina has a spork, be careful&lt;br /&gt;- Orli, it seems that I'm going to marry you :-P&lt;br /&gt;- Rin, we are just fooling, it's not true, please, don't kill me&lt;br /&gt;- Arwy, come whenever you want before I go to Amankila&lt;br /&gt;- Luth, THANK YOU! (I will repeat this every time I see your blendings of Thranduil :) )&lt;br /&gt;- Duchess, i hope your classes are going well ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Amarie, someone called "Figwit" sent you flowers&lt;br /&gt;- Elessar, you look really nice with your "The bride" clothes *laughs histerically*&lt;br /&gt;- Green, *squishes her* missing your stories&lt;br /&gt;- Celly, no orc killing for your daughter&lt;br /&gt;- Éomer, missing youuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;- Leggy, missing you too&lt;br /&gt;- Lij, are you alive?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm having problems with the devianart thing, can someone help me? o.o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107369852936884315?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107369852936884315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107369852936884315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107369852936884315' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107360338945756900</id><published>2004-01-08T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:11:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvan elf:  Some people confuse you with high&lt;br&gt;elves, which is odd, because you look nothing&lt;br&gt;alike.  Much more earthy and nature-centered,&lt;br&gt;you tend to be reclusive and a little&lt;br&gt;xenophobic.  You're skin is has an olive-y&lt;br&gt;green color, your darker hair and eyes&lt;br&gt;frequently have a green tint too.  You are&lt;br&gt;known for your tracking and hunting skills as&lt;br&gt;well as your ability to blend in to your&lt;br&gt;surroundings.  You don't live in the woods, you&lt;br&gt;are part of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Elven%20Race%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;Which Elven Race are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107360338945756900?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107360338945756900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107360338945756900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107360338945756900' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107359985941930593</id><published>2004-01-08T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:52:44.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ponygirl2008/1072792703_tures00008.jpg" border="0" alt="  "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are going to Marry orlando Bloom. He will&lt;br&gt;always treat you right and is very romantic. He&lt;br&gt;will do anything for you. He is very polite and&lt;br&gt;has deep brown eyes and is very good looking&lt;br&gt;(which is another plus!). He can make anythind&lt;br&gt;cheesy look really good (like sliding down&lt;br&gt;stairs on a shield shooting arrows or wearing&lt;br&gt;pointy ears for example). Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ponygirl2008/quizzes/Which%20male%20celebrity%20are%20you%20going%20to%20marry%3F%20(10%20results%20that%20have%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (10 results that have pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O_O oooooooooooooooooooo Orli Bloom is for me? :-P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066765692_urningquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="burning"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Burning Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I go where my heart beckons me, and I go&lt;br&gt;with my head high.  But sometimes, I get a need&lt;br&gt;until I bleed so my heart swims above my&lt;br&gt;head."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burning Rose is associated with passion,&lt;br&gt;intensity, and desire.  It is governed by the&lt;br&gt;god Eros and its sign is The Flame, or Physical&lt;br&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the moment&lt;br&gt;if you let yourself.  You are a very physical&lt;br&gt;person, be it in relationships, work, or play.&lt;br&gt;You may be driven by your hormones sometimes,&lt;br&gt;but you know it's because you have to follow&lt;br&gt;your instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blushes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;"WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;You end up losing all inhibitions and scream out&lt;br&gt;song lyrics, animal noises, or obscenities...&lt;br&gt;usually from on top of a table or counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Drunk%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooooooooooooooooo &gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amethyst-dragon.net/quiz/quizable.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.amethyst-dragon.net/quiz/arod.GIF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;which LotR horse are you?&lt;/a&gt; quiz by &lt;A href="http://www.amethyst-dragon.net" target="new"&gt;Greyelf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go you! If you were human you'd be a screaming fan-girl, but as it is you're the one who saves our dearest Legs from them! You hero! &lt;br /&gt;if for some reason, wish to tell the world of your sheer Arodness copy and paste this code on your site, blog, thing... or simply print it out and sellotape onto your head. It's all good. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*squishes Arod* The most wonderful horse ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042696024_GddssGreen.jpg" border="0" alt="Green Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of green. You probably prefer to be outside&lt;br&gt;where you can get some fresh air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh air in summer? :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/KaceyJacey/1073591280_resOther64.gif" border="0" alt="Angel"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a 100% Angel - go you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/KaceyJacey/quizzes/~Are%20you%20an%20Angel%2C%20Devil%20or%20both%3F!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;~Are you an Angel, Devil or both?!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o.o I'm an angel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WalkingOnWater/1073593681_resangezod.JPG" border="0" alt="http://64.127.74.3/Pictures/girls/Misha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WalkingOnWater/quizzes/The%20Black%20Zodiac(anime%20images)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Black Zodiac(anime images)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daniellesdude22/1073590726_1_bloom150.jpg" border="0" alt="Wow, You're Like Legolas"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You belong in The Pirates Of The Carribean! Or Lord&lt;br&gt;of the rings(Orlando Bloom is also in The Lord&lt;br&gt;Of The Rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daniellesdude22/quizzes/What%20Movie%20Should%20You%20Be%20In%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Movie Should You Be In?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;^o^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't really care and that is awsome! more&lt;br&gt;people should be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/streetracer101/quizzes/what%20are%20your%20true%20feelings%20on%20same%20sex%20relationships%3F/"&gt;what are your true feelings on same sex relationships?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*feels proud of her self*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Saitou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheBladeofVengeance/quizzes/Ruroni%20Kenshin%3AWho%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;Ruroni Kenshin:Who are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:-D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107359985941930593?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107359985941930593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107359985941930593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107359985941930593' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107342484527539982</id><published>2004-01-06T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:35:17.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Ina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae govannen, Ina; I hope you already realized that lately you did not progress much (not to say absolutely anything) and that you, because of several misunderstands of our words, are making the things look worst than what they are.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t believe myself that you don’t care about you, that’s what you are telling us now.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care for yourself, neither for what you feel nor for what you think. You lock yourself in an imaginary world where you, being one of the strongest woman that I have ever met, feel weak, fool, alone, when in fact, it’s not certain.&lt;br /&gt;We all try to help you, but you reject our help, YES YOU DO, you want to be locked inside that world were you think you are protected when you are not, and you know that!.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of it!, stop living in the PAST, live the PRESENT, all what happened is over, they are only memories in your head, they can’t hurt you if YOU DON’T ALLOW THEM TO.&lt;br /&gt;It DOESN’T matter what you did to us in the past, after all is the PAST, it really DOES matter what you ARE GOING TO DO NOW.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* But well, it seems that you want to suffer after all, to drag Johnny and your family to be pending of you (and us too), so that they take care of yourself, when in fact you know that their words will enter from one ear and will leave by the other, because you know that no matter what they say, it can’t be true for you and that if you don’t have them caring about you all the time you feel empty and alone, but if you loved yourself a little, you would know that they don’t have to be always with you and that you, for the love that you feel for them, must improve and change their sad and worried faces for ones full of happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ina, I’m not mad at you, no one is, but yes, we all feel really dissapointed with you, we expected more of the young lady we once met, but don’t start to cry or to beg us our pardon, because, if you feel really sorry about what you did and what you are doing now, you will do what you had to do long time ago and stop avoiding the reality in the way you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;But if you do this you will do it because of YOU and NOT because of US, if you want to do the therapy only to please us then don’t do it, we don’t need, and especially YOU don’t need to “put a mask” on you to pretend to be something else. Because that, my friend, is something that we all would hate.&lt;br /&gt;And like Arwen said “It has to start with you”.&lt;br /&gt;I hope now you open your eyes and decide what you will do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107342484527539982?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107342484527539982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107342484527539982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107342484527539982' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107318981359741534</id><published>2004-01-04T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T01:18:26.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Very important&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the chapter number 9 of "The Hobbit" again (like always), I can't live without that chapter, it's when Thranduil appears and my imagination makes me think "*o* The love of my life is here!" (¬¬ The only thing I can do because I don't want to read the appendices of LOTR (contains spoilers! and spoilers are evil servers of Sauron :P) and also because I don't have the "Unfinished tales").&lt;br /&gt;After reading the whole chapter again and some lines of the others chapters I looked at the behind of the book (*o* I also have an addiction to see the date of when it was printed) and saw "John Ronald Reuel Tolkien was... " and I read it too (after all, I was bored and I had nothing to do), after a second I realized something, he was born the 3 of January of 1892 and today is January 3rd..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN RONALD REUEL TOLKIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for your incredible creations! (and sorry for posting this a day after :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107318981359741534?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107318981359741534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107318981359741534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107318981359741534' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107300559812861299</id><published>2004-01-01T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T22:07:45.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;May it be an Evenstar.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD OF THE RINGS THE RETURN OF THE KING IS AWESOME, FANTASTIC, PERFECT, GO TO SEE IT NOW!!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!! LEAVE YOUR COMPUTERS AND GO TO THE NEAREST CINEMA YOU HAVE, BUY A TICKET AND ENJOY IT BECAUSE IT'S WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No matter what you or my family sayse, I'm not over reacting, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I still hate Arwen no matter how wonderful PJ made her look&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107300559812861299?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107300559812861299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107300559812861299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107300559812861299' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107290894490391801</id><published>2003-12-31T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:17:48.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esperando el Año Nuevo / Waiting for the New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, estoy acá, contando horas, esperando al año nuevo y haciendo encuestas :P.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Y para todos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ AÑO NUEVO!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here, counting hours, waiting for the new year and making quizzes :P.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! and for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;&lt;img src=http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/queen1.jpeg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;Which Royalty Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out! By &lt;a href=http://nishi.pitas.com&gt;Nishi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the beautiful and compassionate Queen. You are the epitomy of what every woman should be. You are confident, bold, aggressive, smart, womanly and feminine. You know the right thing to do and do it. You command respect and earn praise. You are moral and loving. In times of trouble, you draw strength from within, and are a source of strength for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz/legend.html&gt;&lt;img src=http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/razia.jpeg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz/legend.html&gt;Which Woman of Legend Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out! By &lt;a href=http://nishi.pitas.com&gt;Nishi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE RAZIA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raziyya (or Razia, or Radiyya) Iltutmish (or Altamsh) was the first Sultana (a Moslem woman ruler) of Northern India. Her father was Shamsudin Iltutmish, a former Turkish slave who became the greatest Sultan of the Mamluk ("Slave") Dynasty in Delhi. The father realized that his two sons were not worthy of the throne, so he designated his daughter Raziyya as his successor. Neither her half-brothers nor many of the subjects were pleased with this announcement and, in response, riots broke out in the city. Raziyya herself led the troops that put down these riots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although courageous and intelligent, she had difficulty gaining the loyalty of her subjects because she was a woman. She didn't wear a veil, but dressed like a man, wearing trousers, a turban and a sword. She hunted, held court and led her army in battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at: http://www.netsrq.com/~dbois/raziyya.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;&lt;img src=http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/forestbeauty1.jpeg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com/quiz&gt;Which Woman of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out! By &lt;a href=http://www.usagiandmamoru.com&gt;Nishi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Forest Beauty! &lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, Calm, and Quiet,&lt;br /&gt;On the outside at least&lt;br /&gt;But hidden within you is a&lt;br /&gt;Rich complex personality&lt;br /&gt;With many sides, capable of&lt;br /&gt;Many aspects of the self! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107290894490391801?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107290894490391801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107290894490391801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107290894490391801' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107284125561265662</id><published>2003-12-31T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T02:55:46.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ausente / Absent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o^ Gente bonita, cómo han estado?, yo muy bien, dos días internada en la casa de una amiga jugando al hockey, futból y basquet, además de ver "El Señor de los Anillos, La comunidad del Anillo" otra vez (mi séptima vez :D). Así que no he hecho absolutamente nada por mi blog ni por mi personaje, y como estoy aburrida (y además muy "no sé que" por que el server donde tengo las imágenes me dijo que me fuí de mambo con los posteos) hice un par de encuestas.&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o^ Cute people, how have you been?, I was well, I spent two days in my friend's house playing hockey, football and basket, also watching "The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring" again (My seventh time :D). So I didn't do anything for my blog or my character, and because I'm bored (and also very "I don't know" because the server where I have the images told me that I posted a lot) I did a couple of quizes.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/refuged/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Outlook%20on%20Life%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/refuged/1054579538_esoptimist.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x83faf50)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Outlook on Life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! ^o^ Soy optimista! / Yay!!!! ^o^ I'm optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/refuged/quizzes/Which%20Elemental%20Goddess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/refuged/1057772462_CGArtWater.jpg" border="0" alt="Water"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Elemental Goddess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doble YAY!!! ^o^ / Double YAY!!! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512029_shappyeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Your: Happy eyes! Your cheerfull, bright and always want to try something new. Your inquisitive and quite lovable. You have many friends and will succseed in life."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your: Happy eyes! Your cheerfull, bright and always&lt;br&gt;want to try something new. Your inquisitive and&lt;br&gt;quite lovable. You have many friends and will&lt;br&gt;succseed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/-/-Inwe-/1072835040__fairy_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="Your Fairy Colour Is Red"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Red~&lt;br /&gt;This means you are a loving soul and can do no&lt;br&gt;harm. You see the good in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/-Inwe-/quizzes/Whats%20Your%20Fairy%20Colour/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Whats Your Fairy Colour&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajá! o.o En serio? / Ajá! o.o Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aragorn is your man! Tall, dark and handsome, with&lt;br&gt;a knowledge of lore and survival tactics, plus&lt;br&gt;he ain't to bad with a sword. Oh yeah too bad&lt;br&gt;he's mine! As soon as I figure out how to drag&lt;br&gt;him away from that wench Arwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sakura99/quizzes/Aragorn%20or%20Legolas/"&gt;Aragorn or Legolas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your man is Legolas! Even though he's not my&lt;br&gt;favourite, I must say those pointy ears are&lt;br&gt;mighty sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sakura99/quizzes/Aragorn%20or%20Legolas/"&gt;Aragorn or Legolas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:) Yo los amo a los dos &gt;:) / &gt;:) I love both of them &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Nope. No Sueness here. Yay for you, keep up&lt;br&gt;the good work! Just be careful. It's easy to&lt;br&gt;become a Sue, but hard to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nilequeencleo/quizzes/Are%20You%20A%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20Mary%20Sue%3F/"&gt;Are You A Lord of the Rings Mary Sue?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LO LOGRÉ LO LOGRÉ NO SOY UNA HORROROSA MARY SUE!!!!!!!!! / YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I DID IT I DID IT I'M NOT A HORRIBLE MARY SUE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle! You are not a Lord of The Ring Mary Sue.&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world did you even take this test?&lt;br /&gt;Your character is not even one of the many Sues out&lt;br&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;Well done!&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SolaristheElf/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20LoTR%20Mary%20Sue%3F/"&gt;Are you a LoTR Mary Sue?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEM "Are you a Lord of the Rings Mary Sue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a Sue! Yay! Go you! You are probably a&lt;br&gt;skilled writer.. someone who has at least read&lt;br&gt;Lord of the Rings (maybe even the Hobbit and&lt;br&gt;the Silmarillion?).. Go you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Gayahithwen/quizzes/What%20LotR%20Mary%20Sue%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;What LotR Mary Sue Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, your character is not a Mary Sue. They're&lt;br&gt;probably a mersinarry or a wanderer with no&lt;br&gt;major dealings with the plot line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fisheyone/quizzes/Is%20Your%20Fanfic%20Character%20a%20Mary%20Sue%3F/"&gt;Is Your Fanfic Character a Mary Sue?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:') Estoy tan feliz / :') I'm very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chip, quería saber si mi personaje era una Mary Sue o no, y de suerte no lo es!!! ^o^ /  Yup, I wanted to know if my character was a Mary Sue or not, and luckily she is not!!! ^o^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job! You made it through my first quiz, and&lt;br&gt;you really do know about The Hobbit. Good for&lt;br&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Este/quizzes/How%20much%20dost%20thou%20know%20concerning%20the%20great%20work%2C%20The%20Hobbit%3F/"&gt;How much dost thou know concerning the great work, The Hobbit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cierra los ojos y sueña* Thranduil......... / *closes her eyes and dreams* Thranduil.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/imaginationscreation/1047878426_hobbitpet.jpeg" border="0" alt="hobbitpet"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see your Hobbit as more of a pet than a person,&lt;br&gt;someone you can look after and teach tricks.&lt;br&gt;But remember before running out and getting&lt;br&gt;one, owning a Hobbit comes with&lt;br&gt;responsibilities. Awww but how can you resist&lt;br&gt;him? Isn't he cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/imaginationscreation/quizzes/LOTR%20-%20If%20You%20Owned%20A%20Hobbit%20What%20Would%20You%20Use%20It%20For%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;LOTR - If You Owned A Hobbit What Would You Use It For?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaww, el pequeño Pippin quiere salir a dar un paseo? :P / Aaaww, the little Pippin wants to go out for a walk? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/ringbearer2007/1072277770_resGandalf.jpg" border="0" alt="Gandalf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will you go out with me(if your a guy)? Just&lt;br&gt;kidding ^-^. You got them right, good for you!&lt;br&gt;Not many people can do that(darn that last&lt;br&gt;question), you probably guessed the answer&lt;br&gt;didn't you. Shame. Oh well. Great job! Now your&lt;br&gt;final question. Will you set off on a quest&lt;br&gt;with me to destroy a magic ring and save Middle&lt;br&gt;Earth. Here, you can have this pic to show off&lt;br&gt;to all of your friends . You did great! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ringbearer2007/quizzes/SO%2C%20You%20think%20you%20know%20more%20about%20The%20Hobbit%20than%20ME%3F!%20HA!!!%20%20(let's%20just%20see%20about%20that!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;SO, You think you know more about The Hobbit than ME?! HA!!!  (let's just see about that!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Tengo buena memoria después de todo... / :D I have a good memory after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have definately read The Hobbit !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TawnyMoon/quizzes/The%20Hobbit%20%20book%20based%20quiz/"&gt;The Hobbit  book based quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo leí dos veces!!! Solo por Thranduil *o* / I read it twice!!! Only for Thranduil *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rev0lt/1046706200_topgandalf.jpg" border="0" alt="Gandalf"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gandalf - A wise old wizard who always seems to&lt;br&gt;know more than he reveals. Gandalf has a vast&lt;br&gt;command of magic and tends to show up at just&lt;br&gt;the moment he is needed most. Though he helps&lt;br&gt;the dwarves in their quest (not least by making&lt;br&gt;Bilbo go along with them), he does not seem to&lt;br&gt;have any interest in their gold. He always has&lt;br&gt;another purpose or plan in mind, but he rarely&lt;br&gt;reveals his private thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rev0lt/quizzes/Which%20character%20from%20'The%20Hobbit'%20are%20you%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which character from 'The Hobbit' are you ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.Ô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004559_esartistic.jpg" border="0" alt="Artistic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be&lt;br&gt;poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and&lt;br&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683581_oddessquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="godd"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Form 1, &lt;b&gt;Goddess&lt;/b&gt;: The Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.&lt;br&gt;She cried a single tear and shed a single drop&lt;br&gt;of blood upon the earth where she buried it.&lt;br&gt;From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into&lt;br&gt;the world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),&lt;br&gt;Jehova (Christian), and  Brahma (Indian).&lt;br /&gt;The Goddess is associated with the concept of&lt;br&gt;creation, the number 1, and the element of&lt;br&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;Her sign is the dawn sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic&lt;br&gt;individual and people are drawn to you.&lt;br&gt;Although sometimes you may seem emotionally&lt;br&gt;distant, you are deeply in tune with other&lt;br&gt;people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your&lt;br&gt;own self.  Goddesses are the best friends to&lt;br&gt;have because they're always willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.ô ô.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: You are a true angel. You are destined to&lt;br&gt;move on to a place where there is no evil, just&lt;br&gt;people as beautiful and pure as you. Graceful&lt;br&gt;and classy, an angel like you has wonderful&lt;br&gt;things ahead! (please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/**Where%20will%20you%20go%20when%20you%20die%3F**/"&gt;**Where will you go when you die?**&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Meka/1071708517_tureslord9.jpg" border="0" alt="g"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Legolas&lt;br /&gt;Please rate my quiz I worked hard on it thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Meka/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20person%20do%20you%20want%3F%20(many%20out%20comes%20for%20anyone%20plus%20pics%20to)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings person do you want? (many out comes for anyone plus pics to)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eveningmist23/1065748165_ctureswolf.jpg" border="0" alt="Earth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Earth. I hate to say it but you are&lt;br&gt;down to earth. Stubborn and loyal. You tend to&lt;br&gt;want to nurture others and you are the one&lt;br&gt;person friends always come to for awnsers.&lt;br&gt;Without people like you others would be flying&lt;br&gt;over the edge because, whether you know it or&lt;br&gt;not you keep a steady beat to your life and&lt;br&gt;will end up where you want to in the end. There&lt;br&gt;is a sureness about you that is hard to match&lt;br&gt;that draws people to you. No matter what&lt;br&gt;happens the Earth keeps turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eveningmist23/quizzes/What's%20your%20element/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your element&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babie's laughter: Warm, kind and loving; a baby's&lt;br&gt;laugh represents you. You are very innocent and&lt;br&gt;enjoy the simple things in life. You are&lt;br&gt;probably very good with children and have a&lt;br&gt;positive, happy soul. (please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/What%20Sound%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;What Sound Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041990086_MotherlyGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're a Motherly little Girlfriend"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Motherly- You're the motherly type. You love to&lt;br&gt;take care of the one you love, and generally&lt;br&gt;you can be a bit overprotective and possessive,&lt;br&gt;but you know, that isn't always such a bad&lt;br&gt;thing. At least you'll be a good mom in the&lt;br&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro mas que me dice lo mismo... / another one who says the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RACHELMRAY/1069814153_greenwoman.jpg" border="0" alt="Green"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your the Green Lady. Not exactly a Fairy, more like&lt;br&gt;the Gardian of the forest. You care the plants&lt;br&gt;and belong with the trees. Elegant and&lt;br&gt;Beautiful. Please vote 'cause I worked so hard&lt;br&gt;on this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RACHELMRAY/quizzes/Which%20Beautiful%20Amy%20Brown%20Fairy%20Are%20You%3F%20%20(with%20pretty%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Beautiful Amy Brown Fairy Are You?  (with pretty pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o se ve bonita / o.o she looks pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278675_ctionhands.jpg" border="0" alt="holding hands"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hand holding - you like to be in constant physical&lt;br&gt;contact with your special someone but you don't&lt;br&gt;want to take things too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy de acuerdo / I agree with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402478_CWINDOWSDesktoplove2.jpg" border="0" alt="Aphrodite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aphrodite/Eros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MeekaKitty/1067884996_CMyDocumentsimg4.gif" border="0" alt="CMyDocumentsimg4.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the stars. you stand for beuty and&lt;br&gt;light. You also love to twinkle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MeekaKitty/quizzes/What%20beutiful%20goddess%20are%20you%3F(with%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What beutiful goddess are you?(with anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conque las estrellas... / and so the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045376560_tuffLoving.gif" border="0" alt="Loving"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely&lt;br&gt;devoted to others,especially that one&lt;br&gt;person.You really can't get them out of your&lt;br&gt;head,but then,you don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa sonrisa no se ve adorable ¬¬ :P / That smile doesn't look lovely ¬¬ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DarthMaligna/1043366262_uizaragorn.jpg" border="0" alt="aragorn"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations! You're Aragorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DarthMaligna/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20character%20and%20personality%20problem%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*se rie histericamente* / *laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033715918_fulOrlando.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Playful Orlando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/orliwhore/quizzes/What%20Orlando%20Bloom%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Orlando Bloom are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O ESA CAMISA NO!!!! O_O / O_O THAT SHIRT NO!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047301638_mysterious.jpg" border="0" alt="mysterious"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner never&lt;br&gt;knows what you're going to come up with next;&lt;br&gt;this creates great excitement and arousal never&lt;br&gt;knowing what to expect.  And it's sure to end&lt;br&gt;in a kiss as great as your mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles mischievously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emeraldsdestiny/1059045153_esaquarius.jpg" border="0" alt="Aquarius"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be dating an Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;20 January - 18 February&lt;br /&gt;Your mate is communicative, thoughtful and caring.&lt;br&gt;Though he/she can be tactless and rude and&lt;br&gt;sometimes self-interested, he/she enjoys the&lt;br&gt;intellectual experience of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emeraldsdestiny/quizzes/What%20Zodiac%20Sign%20Are%20You%20Attracted%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My sign :P: You should be dating a Sagittarius. 22 November - 21 December Your mate is frank and open, optimistic and honest. Though the Archer can display bouts of argumentative, impatient and critical behaviour, he or she is extremely adventurous in bed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Meka/1058596960_PicturesJs.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8716ef4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jake Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;You are Jack Sparrow. Most think that you are a&lt;br&gt;stupid pirate, when really you are intelligent.&lt;br&gt;You are funny and to most untrustworthy and a&lt;br&gt;little on the crazy side but you still look&lt;br&gt;good doing what you are doing. All you want in&lt;br&gt;life is to take back what was once yours in&lt;br&gt;full ownership (hint) Anyway please vote for my&lt;br&gt;quiz even if you didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Meka/quizzes/Which%20Pirate%20of%20the%20Caribbean's%20person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Pirate of the Caribbean's person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Earth fairy.THE QUEEN/KING HAS RETURNED&lt;br&gt;*bows* You are like mother/fother earth you&lt;br&gt;care for the trees,animals,and everything.You&lt;br&gt;have a strong aly thats the Water fairys but if&lt;br&gt;you have an aly you have to have a enamy to and&lt;br&gt;that is the Fire fairys.If you want to talk to&lt;br&gt;me you can on AOL and AIm my Sn is:Fire moon190&lt;br&gt;(please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madison190/quizzes/What%20fairy%20are%20you%3F%20%5BI%20wonder%20myself%5D%20(BOYS%20AND%20GIRLS)/"&gt;What fairy are you? [I wonder myself] (BOYS AND GIRLS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No por nada soy la Reina de Mirkwood :P / Not for anything I'm the Queen of Mirkwood :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my friend are a true individual. You most&lt;br&gt;likely hate trends and are creative. By seeing&lt;br&gt;things differently, people either admire you or&lt;br&gt;think you are a bit strange. I'm guessing you&lt;br&gt;are a lot like me. Perhaps a Good Charlotte&lt;br&gt;hater? I hope so. An inspiration to us all,&lt;br&gt;continue being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/A%20Deeper%20Look%20Inside%20Yourself/"&gt;A Deeper Look Inside Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cer me va a matar por esto / Cer is going to kill me for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107284125561265662?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107284125561265662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107284125561265662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107284125561265662' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107263311629074973</id><published>2003-12-28T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:30:58.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can you say "this is really evil"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will point at me and tell me that I'm crazy after you read this post, but, don't they look really cute? ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/elrleg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This image belongs to &lt;a href="http://www.elffic.com/elflore/"&gt;Elf Lore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107263311629074973?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107263311629074973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107263311629074973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107263311629074973' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107256269956854367</id><published>2003-12-27T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T19:08:01.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Groove Armada - My Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the song I'm hearing now while I laugh because of this comic, I know some people will find it stupid, but I really liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/treenet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will go to the garden to see how many mails I have :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107256269956854367?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107256269956854367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107256269956854367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107256269956854367' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107256194023929205</id><published>2003-12-27T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T18:53:22.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sisters Sledge - we are family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sucky title, don't you think?. &lt;br /&gt;Let's make a review:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm married to Thranduil&lt;br /&gt;- We belong to the royalty of Mirkwood (I still don't know if I'm Queen or Queen Mother of it)&lt;br /&gt;- We have 22 children, 2 are my grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil thought I was cheating him with Orli and he cheated me with a stripper that later he said it was an advisor of Aragorn&lt;br /&gt;- We separated&lt;br /&gt;- And later united again&lt;br /&gt;- Maru, who is the one that roleplayed Thranduil, got bored of this (even when she wanted this to have a drama touch) and now I have no husband&lt;br /&gt;- Legolas will come to visit us someday, meanwhile his other version is in Rivendell&lt;br /&gt;- I have lots of things to do (tons of papers are around me)&lt;br /&gt;- The older ones are practicing archery and politics&lt;br /&gt;- The little ones (Amaru too) go to the kindergarden now&lt;br /&gt;- The babies sleep all the day&lt;br /&gt;- Duchess is taking care of Glorfindel of Gondolin&lt;br /&gt;- Amarie is making dolls and dating Figwit&lt;br /&gt;- Laurelin is in Lothlorien&lt;br /&gt;- Duchess made me this lovely drawing *feels proud of her daughter*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/DrawingDuchess.gif"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;- Johnny and Ina are back again&lt;br /&gt;- Arwen found out that Jack was the pirate who kidnapped her&lt;br /&gt;- Middle Earth turned into pure madness :D&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien Evenstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107256194023929205?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107256194023929205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107256194023929205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107256194023929205' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-10722430613440645</id><published>2003-12-24T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T02:18:40.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Desesperadamente buscando un marido / Desperately looking for a husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, gente, sí. El título suena horroroso pero es cierto, hace ya unas horas oficialmente Maru dejó el club donde hacia de Thranduil, y no sé quien puede hacer de él ahora.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que no tengo ni idea del por que se fue, dijo algunas palabras de que ya se habia aburrido y otras cosas más, pero la razón en sí, no la dijo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tendré que buscar a alguien más que lo reemplaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people, yes. The title sounds horrible but it is true, Maru has already left the club where she roleplayed Thranduil, and I do not know who will be the one to role him now. The truth is that I have no idea of why she left, she said some words about that she was bored and other things more, but the reason itself, she didn't mention it. Now I will have to look for somebody to replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-10722430613440645?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10722430613440645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10722430613440645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#10722430613440645' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107203481745937639</id><published>2003-12-21T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:27:53.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 4: Yayness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles* Well, again, avoiding Spanish and writting in English O_O. *shakes head* Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today my grandmother arrives (O_O NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO X_X), I have to wait 10 days to see ROTK, I still have to end the book, Ina said that she was going to kill me for saying that she was a cute Britney Spears, the heat here is horrible and I want to continue with the silly story that I started this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107203481745937639?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107203481745937639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107203481745937639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107203481745937639' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107199399640988529</id><published>2003-12-21T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:48:29.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The attempt of story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here is the attempt, for the ones that will kill me for the way I write considerate that it's 3:38am and that the meaning of holidays for me is "no more classes and that includes English", thank you) (but correct me if you find something that is bad spelled or that you can't understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The attempt of story part 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papers. Mountains and hills of papers. The sufficient amount like causing that the Anduin was dried as soon as it was touched by them. I sighed softly while I remembered what Galdor and Galion told me at the same time "A queen has to do what she has to, and if that means to jump off a cliff, you will do that". I sighed again. I could hear our children, especially Ina and Cer, fighting again. It seemed that, every time they knew that their father or I had enough work to do to spent hours with it, they found another reason to have a fight, always a fool one. And this time wasn't the exception, for what I heard Ina was complaining because she thought that Cer was going to put pink ribbons in her bedroom and my second daughter was yelling at her for thinking that. I could also hear Arwen's and Rin's voices, they were also fighting, something really strange because they got on very well, but it was the same reason of why Ina and Cer were fighting: about something foolish. For Eru's sake!, why you complain about silly pink ribbons on your bedroom that you can easily take off it or because you think that the other took your makeup?!. Both of my hands went to my temples to give them a massage. The little ones. I didn't know how this time they managed to found out where the chocolate was, the only thing that I really knew was that the fight between my daughters; the sugar rush of my little ones; my two older daughters begging them to stay calm; that Thranduil was ill; there was still a lot work to do and meetings to have; that Galdor and Galion were away: the first one with another meetings and the second one taking care of my babies because he did not trust someone else to take care of them; added to the fact that I didn't sleep well because of our babies were crying the last night; the storm that made me stay awake to take care of my little ones and that there was no free space to relax myself today at my agenda; made me stand up and shout incredibly loud that suddenly all Mirkwood stayed quiet and in peace. I sat again; I sighed and placed my head between my hands. Now I really wanted to follow Galdor's and Galion's instructions: to jump off a cliff. To have the duties of the King / Queen / Mother / Spouse / etc of Mirkwood was driving me mad. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, in an attempt to find a little peace hided behind the piles of papers someone knocked the door. I told the person who was outside, to come in. It was one of our young heralds. He stepped inside and bowed and started with all the speech that heralds tell you when they are in front of you; to be sincere, if he only said “Maldy, I have a message (or messages) for you from….” it would be enough to make me happy, but he had to say all the long phrases because someone that had low self esteem thought that it would be the best, so when he started with “blah blah blah my impressive queen married to the star of Mirkwood and blah blah blah” I decided to inspect the lovely young elf that was speaking to me. Like I said when I came here, I will never get tired to see all the new faces that Mirkwood had and how pretty they were (believe me that you would die to meet him someday). I stared at his gaze for a while, he didn’t seem to be that kind of elves who always looked at their selves in the morning and kissed the mirror that showed them “how wonderful was to be them”, especially because he got nervous at my presence, his soft ivory cheeks turned red when I was looking at his chest, but I wasn’t doing that in a bad way!, well, not at all, I was wandering who was going to take out those spots of mud from that delicate clothe and if there was going to be a maid offering herself to do that, only to be paid with a tender kiss of those really desirable lips. I shook my head slowly, I had more important things to do than to think about what he was going to do with his life. Then I noticed that the lovely herald wasn’t speaking. First I thought that he ended what he wanted to say, but then I realized that he misunderstood my body language and that wanted him to end with the speech. &lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” I said before smiling at him “I was trying to get back to reality” I added.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that what I said really sounded bad so I replied quickly “There are several things that have to be done and only one queen to make them” mentally I crossed my fingers hoping he didn’t misunderstand this time what I had say and that he was not going to spread a gossip saying that the queen fancied him.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me in a really lovely, warm heartening and terribly attractive way. If it wasn’t because of the piles of papers that I had in front of me he would notice that that time I was really fancying him. Then he approached to me, still with his cheeks red and gave me a quantity of letters that were equally big as the highest pile of papers I had on my desk. Well, Thranduil’s desk. When I saw them two thoughts came to my mind: one, that I would never end the annoying work, and two that Galion read my mind again and knew my weakness for the blond ones and sent this herald because he knew I wouldn’t complain.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again and threw myself to the desk, I didn’t want to hear more royal things until this date of the next year.&lt;br /&gt;I raised my head from the old wood desk and looked at the beautiful herald’s eyes, and he did the same. I think that this time he truly understood what I wanted. He picked up a letter and read it to me. The voice of the elf was a melodious one, music for the ears like someone said once. While I was lost in the charming tone of that elven voice I heard 6 words that made me “woke up” immediately: Rivendell, Party, Christmas, Eve, Invite, and Family.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the carpet that was under his feet. That meant that I had to end all this work, alone, before that date because it was unacceptable to leave without taking care of Mirkwood’s business. &lt;br /&gt;The young Sindarin gave me a warm smile, and then he bowed, said all the boring phrases again and left the study quickly. A long silence made its act of presence, only to be interrupted by my daughters fight again.&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with Gandalf about this, Mirkwood is like Rivendell, looks and sounds peaceful, but it is not, they are a completely madness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued because it's 5:06am here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107199399640988529?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107199399640988529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107199399640988529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107199399640988529' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107198725846784355</id><published>2003-12-21T03:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T05:06:37.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bored part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the Spanish version of this will come the day when the pigs fly because I'm enough lazy to not do so.&lt;br /&gt;Now, noticing that I'm not going to go to bed until *thinks* 4 or 5 am, because I am not tired, I will make something for the club and try (yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I know that I'm not a challenge to her but for me is like to reach the tope of the Everest) to imitate Arwen's writting (yes, I'm a really optimistic person that believes that all the dreams can come true and that I also can, at least, write as good as she) with Maldaeien, because of three reasons: first, I found the situation that she is living really interesting; second, the first reason was a lie; and third, I have nothing to do and the way that Legolas said mom really warmed up my heart :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107198725846784355?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107198725846784355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107198725846784355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107198725846784355' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107198221764005483</id><published>2003-12-21T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:51:13.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aburrida parte 2 / Bored part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060255216_topemerald.jpg" border="0" alt="Emerald"&gt;&lt;br&gt;! You are most like An Emerald !&lt;br /&gt;Caring, giving, - and very emotional. You're the&lt;br&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;people turn to with a problem. You worry about&lt;br&gt;everybody,&lt;br /&gt;and genuinely want to help - a little too much&lt;br&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;As an emerald, you tend to take a more backseat to&lt;br&gt;the other&lt;br /&gt;gems, but your inner beauty soon captivates those&lt;br&gt;who take&lt;br /&gt;the time to get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations ... You're the selfless gem&lt;br&gt;everybody needs as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Precious%20Gem%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O Una esmeralda! me encantan esas gemas! en especial las más oscuras, siempre imagino que los ojos de Thranduil son de ese color! :p / O.O An Emerald! I love those gems! specially the dark ones, I always imagine that Thranduil's eyes have the same color! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Meka/1071966205_esmoonmask.jpg" border="0" alt="h"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moon Mask&lt;br /&gt;You control the ngiht. You are very lazy and all&lt;br&gt;you want to do is sleep and that is what your&lt;br&gt;job is Please rate my quiz for me thanks and I&lt;br&gt;hope you had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Meka/quizzes/What%20mask%20should%20you%20wear%3F(new%2019%20outcomes%20with%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What mask should you wear?(new 19 outcomes with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o^, es verdad! / ^o^, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/ELiJAHxLOVER/1071971676_arearagorn.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86dda00)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Legolas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ELiJAHxLOVER/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.ô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pianoplayer315/1071854626_resAragorn.JPG" border="0" alt="You are Aragorn!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Aragorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pianoplayer315/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20Personality%20Are%20You%3F%20(With%20Pics%20and%20a%20Variety%20of%20Outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings Personality Are You? (With Pics and a Variety of Outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ô.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah she should die! u would deffinitly be&lt;br&gt;friends w/ me cuz i think she should die too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Emokid9/quizzes/Do%20you%20think%20avril%20lavigne%20should%20die%3F/"&gt;Do you think avril lavigne should die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Katana. You are one-handed and quick. You&lt;br&gt;can be rather short or average. You are also&lt;br&gt;sharp and thin. You are easily handled and&lt;br&gt;manuvered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Issac405/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20sword%20are%20you/"&gt;What kind of sword are you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIIII!!! Rurouni Kenshin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hice esta encuesta dos veces porque no tenia la opción de seleccionar dos items, seria, entonces, una mezcla entre los dos personajes / I took this quiz twice because it didn't have the option to select two items, so I'm a mix of this characters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Amethyst, the beautiful and annoying-yet-&lt;br&gt;essential half-elf heroine!  No one's quite&lt;br&gt;sure if you're the one who saves needs saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ikuy/quizzes/Which%20Character%20From%20My%20Fantasy%20Story%20Thingy%20(it's%20not%20done%20yet%20*sigh*)Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Character From My Fantasy Story Thingy (it's not done yet *sigh*)Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Korian, the wonderully handsome hero!&lt;br&gt;You're quite the charismatic one aren't you?&lt;br&gt;Just stop blushing all the time!  But maybe&lt;br&gt;that's what gives you some of your charm.  You&lt;br&gt;handsome devil, you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ikuy/quizzes/Which%20Character%20From%20My%20Fantasy%20Story%20Thingy%20(it's%20not%20done%20yet%20*sigh*)Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Character From My Fantasy Story Thingy (it's not done yet *sigh*)Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se olvidaron de que me desmayo mucho y digo puras tonterías :P / They forgot about my constant faints and that I say foolish words :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink-- You are a true girly girl. You love the&lt;br&gt;colors pink, purple and colors like that. You&lt;br&gt;love to go to the mall and hang with your&lt;br&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Dancer84/quizzes/What%20Color%20Matches%20Your%20Personality%3F/"&gt;What Color Matches Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina se va a morir cuando lea esto... No!, es cierto!, ahora se convirtio en una linda Britney Spears / Ina is going to die when she reads this... No!, it's true!, now she turned herself into a cute Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Yurika! You're very clumsy, ditzy, and hyper&lt;br&gt;all the time. But you have good traits too! lol&lt;br&gt;^_^; You're smart, and know just how to handle&lt;br&gt;many tough situations. You're not too popular&lt;br&gt;with the opposite gender, but you have HUGE&lt;br&gt;crushes on several, and when another of your&lt;br&gt;gender kisses your crush. . . Well, it's not a&lt;br&gt;pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aglarranna/quizzes/What%20Anime%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;What Anime Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que me voy a desmayar.... / I think I'm going to faint.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nightmare150/1071968825_ssicawhite.jpg" border="0" alt="white witch"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Under the cover of her hooded cloak, clutching a&lt;br /&gt;magickal moonstaff, she stares with an unfaltering&lt;br&gt;gaze.&lt;br /&gt;There is great wisdom within her soul, for she&lt;br&gt;harnesses the&lt;br /&gt;power of all that is good and light, as she draws&lt;br&gt;upon the&lt;br /&gt;power of white magick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nightmare150/quizzes/are%20you%20a%20witch%2Cfaerie%2Cor%20mermaid%3F%20(pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;are you a witch,faerie,or mermaid? (pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*parpadea* Bueno, chau. Esa mujer me da miedo &gt;_&lt; / *blinks* Well, bye. That woman scares me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a hero man! You're rightous and noble. You&lt;br&gt;fight for the weak and down troddened while&lt;br&gt;obliterating evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WarriorOfSolitude/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20hero%20or%20a%20villian%3F/"&gt;Are you a hero or a villian?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy una heroína! o.Ô De dónde salió eso?, *se mira al espejo* yo tengo tanto de heroína como Orlando Bloom de despeinado / I'm a hero! o.ô From where did it come from?, *looks herself at the mirror* I have a lot of hero like Orlando Bloom of having a messy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107198221764005483?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107198221764005483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107198221764005483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107198221764005483' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107161750152928428</id><published>2003-12-16T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:35:39.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can you say "YAYNESS" this time? This is more a tv novel than a normal life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not going to translate this to Spanish because it has no sense to do that, and because Maru knows English. Girl, what are you doing with my poor Thranduil?, what are you going to do to him next?, make him jump off a cliff or something?. It's not a bad idea what you thought but if you make him end in something painful you will be so deleted of the matrix that your relatives will have to find you with lens (You know that my favourite character is Thranduil! behave woman or i will draw a big Legolas kissing Aragorn on your cast if you keep doing this, and you know I will because I did the same before (but with your arm &gt;:D)). Now, talking seriously, is not a bad idea, but why the day before my birthday and ROTK (well, here we won't see it until January 1st)?.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* who cares now?, i have enough work to do to keep posting, so bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107161750152928428?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107161750152928428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107161750152928428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107161750152928428' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107136972926742639</id><published>2003-12-13T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:20:32.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aburrida / Bored &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El título lo dice todo / The title says everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bikan.supereva.it/miyu.jpg" width="250" height="200" alt="You're Miyu Yamakazi!"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bikan.net/Gals/quizzes/inner/inner.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;What's your inner Gals!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.bikan.net/Gals" target="_blank"&gt;G!IW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="tr_elrond.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/mydigitalview/lotr_person.html"&gt;What LoTR Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Se mira las cejas en el espejo* en serio? / *looks her eyebrows at the mirror* Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289817_Anaivete.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... naivete."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... naivete.&lt;br /&gt;So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at&lt;br&gt;times, but it's only because you're not sure&lt;br&gt;how to act.  You give off that "I need to&lt;br&gt;be protected vibe."  Remember that not all&lt;br&gt;people are good.  Being too trusting will get&lt;br&gt;you easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawww ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Raptorcardfreak/1071365128_WierdFrodo.jpg" border="0" alt="Your a hobbit fan. You like to see little guys with fuzzy feet runing around and goofing off. You also like to see that little people can mean the most."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a hobbit fan. You like to see little guys with&lt;br&gt;fuzzy feet runing around and goofing off. You&lt;br&gt;also like to see that little people can mean&lt;br&gt;the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Raptorcardfreak/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20fan%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Lord of the Rings fan are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://shire.bitofearth.net/images/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; You Are Sexy Mary Sue!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have one purpose: shag the hero.  You are unwavering in your goal; not Orcs nor cold nor Wargs nor filth will cool your flames.  He's doomed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://shire.bitofearth.net/marysuequiz.html"&gt;What Lord of the Rings Mary Sue are You?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*se rie histericamente* sisisi, entonces soy sexy, mirá vos, Thranduil, Cirdan, Gil-galad, Elrond, Oropher, Legolas, Haldir, Rumil, Elladan, Elrohir, Orophin, Celeborn, Figwit, Saelbeth y todo elfo andante, además de Aragorn, Frodo, Pippin y Faramir, preparense &gt;:-) /  *laughs hysterically* Sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, well, then I'm sexy, Thranduil, Cirdan, Gil-galad, Elrond, Oropher, Legolas, Haldir, Rumil, Elladan, Elrohir, Orophin, Celeborn, Figwit, Saelbeth and every walking elf, also aragorn, Frodo, pippin and Faramir, prepeare yourselves &gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Amanda Kudler Send this Page to a Friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer: in his chest&lt;br /&gt;Correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total score: 10 right, 0 wrong (100%)Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Y después me preguntan porque ando tan enamorada de Thranduil.... / And later they ask why I'm so in love with Thranduil&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107136972926742639?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107136972926742639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107136972926742639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107136972926742639' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107108778761822731</id><published>2003-12-10T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:23:53.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is the first time that I post that much, but I really needed to do so because I can't share this to no one because they are busy enough to hear me but, my ego has been destroyed, and really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I know that once I said that once I was going to make a doll site, but, when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/poisongirlxix/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;(I still don't know it's name), I felt like someone was stabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;Her dolls are amazing, the colors, the shadings, the hair, the males, everything is perfect in that site!, and when I saw it all my wishes to make a site dissapeared, i know that I'm still new with this doll thing, and that I'm learning to make them, but, I feel so dissapointed with all of them now. I'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107108778761822731?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107108778761822731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107108778761822731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107108778761822731' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107107829887316253</id><published>2003-12-10T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:52:51.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an image of &lt;a href="http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/s/a/sabrar/sabrar.html"&gt;Sabra R. Hart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-6/12700/1elf_famly.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be our family portrait? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107107829887316253?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107107829887316253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107107829887316253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107107829887316253' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107107703947557053</id><published>2003-12-10T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:32:15.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - All you need is love; No doubt - Underneath it all; Robbie Williams - Angels / No Regrets / Better Man; The Platters - Only you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They are not only songs!!! Read below!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beatles - All you need is love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can know that isn't known.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (Paul: All together, now!)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love. (Everybody!)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (love is all you need).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee-hai!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah yeah yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No doubt - Underneath it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's times where I want something more&lt;br /&gt;Someone more like me&lt;br /&gt;There's times when this dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Seems incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But, you see the colors in me like no one else&lt;br /&gt;And behind your dark glasses you're...&lt;br /&gt;You're something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know some real bad tricks&lt;br /&gt;And you need some discipline&lt;br /&gt;But, lately you've been trying real hard&lt;br /&gt;And giving me your best&lt;br /&gt;And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep&lt;br /&gt;That I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And when it's really bad&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many moons that we have seen&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling back next to me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;Better... better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lady Saw:]&lt;br /&gt;You are my real Prince Charmin'&lt;br /&gt;Like the heat from the fire&lt;br /&gt;You were always burnin'&lt;br /&gt;And each time you're around&lt;br /&gt;My body keeps stalin'&lt;br /&gt;For your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses and your sweet romancin'&lt;br /&gt;There's an underside to you&lt;br /&gt;That so many adore&lt;br /&gt;Aside from your temper&lt;br /&gt;Everything else secure&lt;br /&gt;You're good for me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh that, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gwen:]&lt;br /&gt;You've used up all your coupons&lt;br /&gt;And all you've got left is me&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I'm full of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;And you're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbie Williams - Angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt;And do they know&lt;br /&gt;The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;When we're grey and old&lt;br /&gt;'cos I have been told&lt;br /&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the love is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall &lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;br /&gt;I look above&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall &lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall &lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbie Williams - No regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story&lt;br /&gt;Where we all change&lt;br /&gt;And we'd live our lives together&lt;br /&gt;And not enstranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lose my mind it was&lt;br /&gt;Mine to give away&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stay to watch me cry&lt;br /&gt;You didn't have the time&lt;br /&gt;So I softly slip away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they don't work&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they only hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a love song&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line&lt;br /&gt;Suppose it's just a point of view&lt;br /&gt;But they tell me I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from the outside&lt;br /&gt;We looked good for eachother&lt;br /&gt;Felt things were going wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't like my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hate but that's&lt;br /&gt;All you've left me with&lt;br /&gt;A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of&lt;br /&gt;How we all could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they don't work&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they only hurt&lt;br /&gt;(We've been told you stay up late)&lt;br /&gt;I know they're still talking&lt;br /&gt;(You're far too short to carry weight)&lt;br /&gt;The demons in your head&lt;br /&gt;(Return the videos they're late)&lt;br /&gt;If I could just stop hating you&lt;br /&gt;(Goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel sorry for us instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the photographs (insane)&lt;br /&gt;The ones where we all laugh (so lame)&lt;br /&gt;We were having the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you it was a real blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they don't work&lt;br /&gt;No regrets they only hurt&lt;br /&gt;Write me a love song&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line&lt;br /&gt;Suppose it's just a point of view&lt;br /&gt;But they tell me I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wanted to be every&lt;br /&gt;Time I walked away&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you told me to leave&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;Every time you looked at me and &lt;br /&gt;Everytime you smiled&lt;br /&gt;I felt so vacant you treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way we used to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way we used to smile&lt;br /&gt;Often I sit down and think of you&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;Then it passes by me and I think of&lt;br /&gt;Someone else instead&lt;br /&gt;I guess the love we once had is&lt;br /&gt;Officially dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbie Williams - Better Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go easy on my conscience&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been taught&lt;br /&gt;To take the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured my angels&lt;br /&gt;Will catch my tears&lt;br /&gt;Walk me out of here&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found that lover&lt;br /&gt;You're homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some have fallen&lt;br /&gt;On stony ground&lt;br /&gt;But Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest in arms&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer&lt;br /&gt;Lord I fear the cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;Before my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;br /&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm doin' all I can&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The platters - Only you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make oh this world seem right&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make the darkness bright&lt;br /&gt;Only you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;Can thrill me like you do&lt;br /&gt;And fill my heart with love for only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make oh this change in me&lt;br /&gt;For it's true you are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand I understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;My one and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make this change in me&lt;br /&gt;For it's true you are my destiny&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand I understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;My one and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I posted these songs?, well, yesterday I talked to Maru to "suggest" her to think something about what are we going to do with Maldaeien and Thranduil, and how are we going to solve the "divorce" situation (yes, Maru, to pass your moody spirit was not a great idea), and she suggested to do what our Radio teacher told us once: "hear music, watch tv, hear radio, and try to find ideas in them", and I have to admit that he was right after all, when I heard the six songs above (Robbie Williams' songs are cortesy of Maru's endless fanatism for him) I had an idea that Maru succesfuly completed, and that's what we are going to try to roleplay tomorrow at Lord Elrond's teraphy session, i know it sounds unfair to plan the things, but if we didn't do that we would end acting worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about our characters and decided that we are going to change them a little: We will try not to pass them our mood changes and we will make Thranduil a little more relaxed and Maldaeien a little more stronger and safe (Lord! I was starting to feel ashamed of how weak she was turning!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Ah! and the pearls of the day: While we talked we decided to practice a little of how we will act (a complete failure because she was in pain because of her leg and I couldn't see well the words because I was totally asleep) and I opened my blog, then I decided to read what the others posted and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuesday, December 09, 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All better now! when will i learn to keep my big mouth shut? but Thranduil was being such a -bastard! Maldy would no more have an affair with anyone-let alone that poncy little Orli-than i would! Thranduil needs to stop blaming her for his short comings. they should see Elrond and hash this out. That is what Cel and i did and its saved both our lives! and the future of our children. They need to realize what is important--mainly eachother --and their children and grandchildren. Maybe then Legolas and Ery will show up again.&lt;br /&gt;liz litts @ 6:24 PM " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuesday, December 09, 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thranduil is really nuts! He has it in his head that Maldiane has had an affair with Orli.&lt;br /&gt;what rot. Thranduil need to realize what a gem he has before he really loses her -like i almost did Greenfire. Hope the meeting with Elrond helps. &lt;br /&gt;This boy at 6:18 PM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was &lt;a href="http://truelovers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Green's post&lt;/a&gt; and the second one &lt;a href="http://elfieboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeborn's post&lt;/a&gt;, and when I showed it to Thranduil (because we were practicing) the commentaries that he made and the faces that he sent by MSN almost made me fell of the chair laughing hysterically (I laughed almost 5 minutes), how silly he can be?, well, another mistery of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107107703947557053?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107107703947557053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107107703947557053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107107703947557053' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107102861746209145</id><published>2003-12-10T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T00:57:41.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Una semana sin YAYNESS / A week without YAYNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, bueno, bueno, para los que crean que escribo mal, Yayness es una palabra inventada que surgió por unos comentarios de Lidi.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sí, lo que importa realmente: Thranduil.&lt;br /&gt;La "conversación" (si es que se puede llamar así) que tuvimosa partir de mi mirada de sé lo que te está pasando era de Coty a Maru y no de Maldaeien a Thranduil, sobre su vida, por que anda medio con el humor para abajo por que se rompió la pierna, no le dieron el resultado del examen y otra cosa más, que Amarie sabe, en fin, ya tenemos que decidir que vamos a hacer con nuestros personajes: divorcio o no?, quien sabe, se nos tiene que ocurrir una idea, y ahora que estoy en Mendoza de visita, no puedo hablar mucho, sino tipear a escondidas a la noche para que no me vean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, for the ones that believe that I worte bad, Yayness is an invented word that arose by commentaries of Lidi. Now yes, which really matters: Thranduil. The "conversation" (if it is possible to be called that) that we had from my looks at him with "I know what is happening to you" eyes was from Coty to Maru and not from Maldaeien to Thranduil, about her life, because her humor is down because she broke her leg, the teahcer did not give her the result of the examination and another thing that Amarie knows, in short, already we must decide what are we going to do with our personages: divorce or not, who knows, we need to think about something, and now that I am in Mendoza visiting relatives, I cannot speak much, only write secretly to not be seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107102861746209145?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107102861746209145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107102861746209145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107102861746209145' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107095618007603395</id><published>2003-12-09T04:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T04:55:01.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No more I love you's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended, no more love, wait, did we love each other from the very begginning?, well, i did, i loved him with my whole heart and soul, I don't know if he felt the same, Thranduil was so cold today, so harsh, he hurt me like he had no idea, maybe for him I'm nothing than an object that has to have children and bear them and, since some weeks, for his own pleasure, but I have feelings!!!, he is hurting me, he does not have the right do this to me!!!, we need to talk about this, we really need to talk, I feel devastated, my heart aches in pain and I can not stop crying, please, I don't want to divorce, this has to change, please, I love him, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty's PS: I hate when the situations turns to this with my platonical love ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107095618007603395?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107095618007603395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107095618007603395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107095618007603395' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107032905798996793</id><published>2003-12-01T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:38:14.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sin inspiración / Without inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suspiro* Dios santo, hoy hice la muñequita mejor vestida de toda mi vida y que pasó? llego al pelo y de repente aparece Iserith con otra cuenta (era Iserith, en serio) a decir que era un amigo de un amigo de él y no sé que más (no sé que le pasa), hablo un ratito y de repente me doy cuenta que el chat de EoaS no se estaba actualizando, lo actualicé y para mi sorpresa no habia nadie, todos se habian ido, y así, llegue al pelo de mi muñeca, y ahora me siento desanimada para hacerlo, ni siquiera se me ocurre como hacerlo. Demonios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Saint God, today I made the doll most well dressed of my whole life and what happened?, I reach to the hair and suddenly Iserith appears with another account (it was Iserith, reall) to tell me that he was a friend of a friend of him and I don't know what else (I don't know what's the matter with him), I talked a little and suddenly I realize that the chat of EoaS was not updating, I updated it and for my surprise there was no one, everybody left  it, and then, i reached my doll's hair, and now I feel bleh to make it, I can't even think a way to make it. Rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107032905798996793?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107032905798996793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107032905798996793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032905798996793' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107015516344260819</id><published>2003-11-29T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:19:58.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Photoshop 7.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez han ido a una clase de algo en especial para que les expliquen todo lo que saben y solo dos truquitos?, bueno, yo sí, y esta es la segunda clase a la que asisto de Photoshop en la que me hicieron eso.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que yo pensaba que era una ignorante de Photoshop O.O, pero ahora que me doy cuenta, con Marisol (mi profe de computación) aprendí mucho O.O (sí, yo también me sorprendí). Ahora puedo usar mis conocimientos (XDDDDDD) "photoshopescos" para hacer muñequitas. Espero que ahora salgan lindas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever go to a class of something to teach you all that you know and only two tricks?, well, I have, and this is the second class of Photoshop where they did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I thought that I didn't know anything of Photoshop O.O, but now I realize that with Marisol (my computation teacher) I learned a lot O.O (Yes, I was surprised too). Now I can use my "photoshopic" knowledge (XDDDDDD) to make dolls. I hope that now they be prettier than before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107015516344260819?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107015516344260819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107015516344260819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107015516344260819' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-107003939378587322</id><published>2003-11-28T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T14:10:27.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El último día / The Last day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOY LIBRE!!!!!!!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! PASÉ!!!! PASÉ!!!!!! NO MAS COLEGIO HASTA MARZO!!!!!!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! ^o^.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M FREE!!!!!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! I PASSED!!!! I PASSED!!!!!! NO MORE SCHOOL UNTIL MARCH!!!!!!!!!!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! ^o^.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-107003939378587322?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107003939378587322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/107003939378587322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107003939378587322' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106996740134018242</id><published>2003-11-27T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:10:34.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;El último día (?) / The last day (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, bueno, bueno, bueno, mañana es el último día de clases y no sé aún si he pasado matemáticas o no y ando festejando como si hoy fuese el último día antes del comienzo de las clases otra vez. La verdad es que tengo miedo, habré pasado?, espero que si, me mate estudiando, quiero pasar!, por favor, no doy más!.&lt;br /&gt;Además, otra cosita, hoy Thranduil me hizo una escena de celos por lo que paso con Orli XD, todo el mundo sabe que él es un actor profesional y que lo que pasó no fue de verdad!, en fin, la escenita de celos y casi divorcio me mató de la risa, por más está decir que nada que ver con la realidad, un intento de divorcio no sería así, y menos la forma en que discutimos, a decir verdad, somos una pareja de ficción demasiado rara O.O....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, well, tomorrow is the last school day and I don't know if I had passed maths or not and I'm celebrating like today was the last day before classes again. The truth is that I'm scared, did I pass?, i hope so, I killed myself studying, I want to pass!, please, I can't go on!.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, today Thranduil made me a "jealous husband" scene because of what happened with Orli XD, all the world knows that he is a professional actor and that what happened wasn't true!, well, the "I'm jealous" scene and almost divorce made me laugh to death, it's obvious that it is not related to reality, an almost divorce would not be like that, and less the way we argued, to say the truth, we are a really weird fiction couple O.O....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106996740134018242?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106996740134018242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106996740134018242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106996740134018242' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106972154943318769</id><published>2003-11-24T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:52:58.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAYNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIIIIIIIIII!!!!! funcionó!!!!!!!! Vamos que se puede!!!!! estube todo el día rompiendome la cabeza para hacer este layout en el que aplique todo lo que me acordaba de photoshop (o sea, nada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! It worked!!!!!! YAYNESS!!!!!!!! I spent the day breaking my head to make this layout where I used all that I remembered about Photoshop (in another words, nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106972154943318769?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106972154943318769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106972154943318769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972154943318769' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106972101236009860</id><published>2003-11-24T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:44:01.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*crosses her fingers hoping the layout works* *cruza los dedos esperando que el layout funcione*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106972101236009860?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106972101236009860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106972101236009860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972101236009860' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106831542529167107</id><published>2003-11-08T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:39:13.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The little resume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time now so a resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viggo Mortenssen is on local TV&lt;br /&gt;- I called Thranduil to see him&lt;br /&gt;- I hope that Ina's character imporves&lt;br /&gt;- And for the real Ina a Johnnyfull doll she will have&lt;br /&gt;- Later I will rent "Matrix Reloaded" to see the next movie with my family and friends at the cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106831542529167107?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106831542529167107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106831542529167107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106831542529167107' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106676659377464116</id><published>2003-10-21T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T17:03:13.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friends will be friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lovely friends that read my tagboard, I'm leaving just only for some moments, not forever and ever for personal reasons that includes: school (1 month and I will finish this year), family, friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have been moody lately, more than I used to and it troubles me because I'm turning myself into an unknown person that acts like a fool and that it's 4523624642652 kilometres away from the real person that I am (or I was).&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for being such a nice friends (Thank you Cer a lot for hearing me, it made me feel better) and for caring about me, but it will help me to see what I'm doing with my life and what is happening inside me, I feel empty and I'm very sad, agressive and not tolerating lots of things that are not real and that, for being very stupid, I relate them with my real life.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize with all of you for being such a fool and for attacking you verbally in our conversations, specially with Arwen and Luth (David Beckham is a great person and he does not suck).&lt;br /&gt;And please, don't leave, I don't worth that, also, Orli and Tammy, Rin and Ina will miss you a lot, disturbing people is something that a few persons knows how to ;). And Duchess, Leggy1, Will1 and Glorfindel will be sad if they see you crying.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you a lot, God blessed me when he allowed me to meet you, Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106676659377464116?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106676659377464116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106676659377464116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106676659377464116' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106668060754595609</id><published>2003-10-20T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:10:07.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*sighs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you can say that I'm a little brat that is too young to understand some things, I know that I acted in a not suitable way, but I'm sick of hearing that kind of things, I know, if you don't want to hear them, leave the place, it's something you can't avoid, but I hate when people thinks that I'm too young to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;God "blessed" me with lots of drugaddicts, bulimics, anorexics, suicide and seriously ill people in my family and friends: I have met 3 anorexics (1 of them bulimic too) that 2 of them are still like the beggining, well, they are worst, one classmate and a friend of voleyball, my classmate has problems with her family, her mother died two years ago but she had that disease before (a long time ago) her death and now that she has a new mother it didn't improve, and the second one, she wanted to kill herself because she said she was too ugly, fat and silly that life was so unfair with her and that it was a shit so she had to die, I was under preassure all the year trying to have interview with the directors of my school to make them talk with her mother and finally, a week ago they decided to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;The third anorexic was my cousin, she had lots of family problems that now are a bit solved butluckily she is changing, not only for her own good, also because of her younger sister that was doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;I have also met 2 drugaddicts, my cousin, brother of my ex-anorexic cousin and a classmate that was expulsed of our school after stealing things from it and us and using drugs in the boys bathroom, because of having a bad behaviour the directors decided that he was better outside than inside with a psychoanalist.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is still recovering, he is doing great, sometimes he has bad mood but he is improving very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, we couldn't help my classmate that jumped off, she was a good girl, a very spoiled one that was a bit manipulating, but she didn't deserve to die, she deserved another oportunity.&lt;br /&gt;And the seriously ill people, well, you know them, my aunt (that died two months ago) and my grandaunt (a year and a couple of months).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this explained you why I was so mad with Arwen and George and why I left the conversation very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106668060754595609?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106668060754595609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106668060754595609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106668060754595609' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106650588070530859</id><published>2003-10-18T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T19:59:31.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Años / Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suspiro* Lo que es ser vaga y postear solo un día a la semana (ojalá que se me pase, me da vergüenza)...&lt;br /&gt;En fin, últimamente mi humor se ha ido a los infiernos, paso de la sonrisa a estar muy mal en menos de 5 segundos, tanto como Maldaeien (mi personaje de LOTR) como yo, Coty; pero especialmente como Coty (:P Ni que tuviese doble personalidad!).&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fué el 23 aniversario de casados de mi papá y eso me puso muy contenta por que demuestra que no importa por todo lo que han pasado siguen juntos y se quieren muchisimo; pero también me puse mal por que los papás de Denise se van a divorciar después de 19 años de casados por problemas privados (una cosa al estilo de Greenfire).&lt;br /&gt;Además mañana es el día de la madre en Argentina y como buenos hijos que somos le vamos a regalar un celular que mi papá va a pagar &gt;:-) (eso es lo que ella pidió :P); pero (el famoso "pero") no va a ser el mejor día de la madre para una compañera, su mamá murió hace dos años y unos meses de cáncer y ahora tiene una madrastra con la que se lleva muy mal, además de 3 nuevos hermanos: 2 del matrimonio anterior de su madrastra y 1 del papá de Agustina, mi compañera.&lt;br /&gt;No es que este mal por eso, sino que siento pena, la chica esta muy mal por que ha encontrado en su madrastra una persona igual a ella: sumamente creída, con falsa modestia, que te insulta y se enoja si le haces una broma y que se enoja facilmente; ya sé, parecerá un monstruo, pero es buena a veces, lo que pasa es que desde los problemas que tuvimos el año pasado (se pasó todo el año burlandose de mi familia, de mis gustos, de mis amistades y de mi físico (ella es de estatura media, rubia y de ojos celestes, y yo soy chiquitita, de ojos marrones y parezco una nena de 10 años más o menos :'( ) hasta que me harté y la mandé a lavar los platos) no la considero más una amiga y la veo como alguien más, y cuando uno tiene un amigo uno lo ve perfecto y cuando es solo compañero, bueno, saltan a la luz todas las cosas malas que tiene.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me da pena que este mal, siempre soy tan estúpida y me pongo mal con la gente que está triste, además de que para, más o menos, la mitad del curso (por lo menos lo que no son "chetos") soy la madre de ellos :P (no sé si ponerme bien o mal por eso) por que siempre los consuelo, los mimo, los ayudo en lo que puedo y los salvo (cuando es posible) de los líos que se mandan, además de que soy muy ama de casa :'( (y yo que hice un juramento para no tocar nunca una escoba o ponerme a cocinar).&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, no sé que más poner así que la voy cortando sin antes decir, de parte de Maldaeien (:P, parece como si tuviese doble personalidad &gt;_&lt;), que está muy feliz por que Ina se case y que extraña a Legolas.&lt;br /&gt;Besos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh * What is to be lazy and to post only single a day of the week (hopefully that pass, it ashames me)...&lt;br /&gt;In short, lately my humor has gone away to the hell, I pass from the smile to be very bad in less than 5 seconds, as much as Maldaeien (my character of LOTR) like I, Coty;  but specially like Coty (:P I don't have double personality, I can assure you that).&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 23 anniversary of married of my parents and that made me really happy because it demonstrates that it does not matter what happened, they are together and they love each other a lot; but also I was bad because of the parents of Denise are going to divorce after 19 years of married according to private problems (a thing in the style of Greenfire).&lt;br /&gt;In addition tomorrow is mother's day in Argentina and like the good children that we are we are going to give her a cellular one that my papa is going to pay &gt;: -)  (that is what she requested:P);  but (the famous one "but") it is not going to be the best mother's day for a companion, her mother died two years ago and months of cancer and now she has a stepmother with which she has a very badly relation, in addition to 3 new brothers:  2 of the previous marriage of her stepmother and 1 of Agustina's father, my companion.&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I feel bad for that reason, but I feel sorry for her, the girl is very sad because she found an equal person to her in her stepmother:  extremely thought, wfake humble, that insults you and gets angry if you make her a joke and that gets angry easily; I know, she will seem a monster, but she is good sometimes, the problem comes from the last year (all the year she spent making fun of my family, my tastes, my friendships and my physicist (she is of average stature, blond and of celestial eyes, and I am small, with brown eyes and I look like a girl of 10 years more or less:'(  until I was sick of her and I sent her to "wash plates") I do not consider hear as a friend and I see her like somebody else, and when one has a friend one sees her/him perfect and when s/he is only a companion, well, all the bad things jump to the light that s/he has.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I feel sorry for her, I am always so stupid and I feel bad when people is sad, in addition that for, more or less, half of the class (at least the ones that are not "preps") I am the mother of them :P (I do not know if to feel sad or happy for that) Because I always consolate them, I spoil them, I help them in when I can and "save" them (when it is possible) of the messes that they do, also I am like housewife :'(  (and I that I made an oath to never touch a broom or to put to myself to cook).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do not know what else I can say so I am endeing this without before saying, from Maldaeien (:P, seems as if &gt;_&lt;,I have double personality) that is very happy Because of that Ina marries and that misses Legolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106650588070530859?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106650588070530859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106650588070530859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106650588070530859' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106582248807745488</id><published>2003-10-10T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:48:07.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Para mi querido Legolas / For my dear Legolas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, he aquí una canción que te definirá muy bien por el resto de tus días (por lo que paso temprano esta mañana):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Roy Orbison / Johnny Rivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, walkin' down the street&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one could look as good as you (mercy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, won't you pardon me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely just like me (grrowwlll!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman stop awhile&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman talk awhile&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman give your smile to me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman look my way&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman say you'll stay with me-ee&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I need you, I'll treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Come with me baby, be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey (OK)&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it must be (OK)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go on home, it's late&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tomorrow night, but wait&lt;br /&gt;What do I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she walkin' back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's walkin' back to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, pretty woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así es Leggy, estas rodeado de niñas, hoy a las 12:05 AM nacieron 5 hermanitas más, lo que da una cuenta de 9 hermanitas que, más Mee, se hacen 10, sos el único varoncito de la familia.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, Thranduil, de las 27 horas de trabajo, se hizo presente a las 26 horas, 53 minutos y 58 segundos del mismo dando un necesario apoyo, ya que de lo contrario hubiese muerto en un acto de suma crueldad contra su persona.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, todas nacieron sanitas y bien, y eso es lo que en realidad importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you have a song that will define you for the rest of your days (because of what happened this early morning):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Roy Orbison / Johnny Rivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, walkin' down the street&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one could look as good as you (mercy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, won't you pardon me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely just like me (grrowwlll!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman stop awhile&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman talk awhile&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman give your smile to me&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman look my way&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman say you'll stay with me-ee&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I need you, I'll treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Come with me baby, be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey (OK)&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way it must be (OK)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go on home, it's late&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tomorrow night, but wait&lt;br /&gt;What do I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she walkin' back to me?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's walkin' back to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, pretty woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Leggy, you are sorrounded by girls, today at 12:05 AM were born another 5 sisters of you, that that makes a count of 9 sisters that, if you add Mee, it makes 10, you are the only young male in this family.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thranduil, of the 27 hours of labour, he appeared at the 26 hours, 53 minutes and 58 seconds of it giving the necessary support, otherwise he would die in an act of cruelty to his person.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all of them were born healthy and well, that is what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106582248807745488?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106582248807745488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106582248807745488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106582248807745488' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106524011187474032</id><published>2003-10-04T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T01:01:52.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La Ley - Más allá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de gritar&lt;br /&gt;y mi boca esta cerrada&lt;br /&gt;no tenia nada que ocultar&lt;br /&gt;y nadie me ocultaba nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay algo mas o algo menos&lt;br /&gt;me da igual lo mal o bueno&lt;br /&gt;dejar morir / dejar vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy hundiéndome en la oscuridad del mar&lt;br /&gt;aquí no hay aire pero al fin podré llegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá&lt;br /&gt;espero un sol que me llevara&lt;br /&gt;sin temer volar&lt;br /&gt;donde un sueño es realidad &lt;br /&gt;Mas allá&lt;br /&gt;podré mentirle a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sin tener razón&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá no miente la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de brillar&lt;br /&gt;Y mi luz esta apagada&lt;br /&gt;No tenia a nadie a quien culpar&lt;br /&gt;Y nadie culpabilizaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo mas o algo menos&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual si mas o menos&lt;br /&gt;Deje morir / deje vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy hundiéndome en la oscuridad del mar&lt;br /&gt;Aquí no hay aire pero al fin podré llegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá &lt;br /&gt;Espero un sol que me llevara&lt;br /&gt;Sin temer volar&lt;br /&gt;Donde un sueño es realidad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá &lt;br /&gt;podré mentirle a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sin tener razón&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá no miente la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermanos del viento comparten la razón&lt;br /&gt;En cada momento que el tiempo desdeño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viento desde el más allá&lt;br /&gt;Despierta el sol que me llevara&lt;br /&gt;Sin temer volar&lt;br /&gt;Donde un sueño es realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podré decirle a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sin tener razón&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá no miente la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(translated to English)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Ley - Beyond this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;and my mouth is shut&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have something to hide&lt;br /&gt;and no one hided me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something more or something less&lt;br /&gt;for me is the same the bad or the good&lt;br /&gt;let die / let live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking in the&lt;br /&gt;darkness of the sea&lt;br /&gt;here there is no air but finally&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond this&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a sun that will carry me&lt;br /&gt;without fearing to fly&lt;br /&gt;where a dream is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond this&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to lie to my heart&lt;br /&gt;without having a reason&lt;br /&gt;beyond this the truth does not lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have desire to shine&lt;br /&gt;and my light is off&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to&lt;br /&gt;blame&lt;br /&gt;and no one blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something more or something less&lt;br /&gt;is the same for me the bad or the good&lt;br /&gt;I let die / I let live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking in the &lt;br /&gt;darkness of the sea&lt;br /&gt;here there is no air but finally&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond this&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a sun that will carry me&lt;br /&gt;without fearing to fly&lt;br /&gt;where a dream is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond this&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to lie to my heart&lt;br /&gt;without having a reason&lt;br /&gt;beyond this the truth does not lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers of the wind&lt;br /&gt;sharing the reason&lt;br /&gt;in every time that &lt;br /&gt;time scorned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind from the beyond&lt;br /&gt;wake up the sun that will&lt;br /&gt;carry me&lt;br /&gt;without fearing to fly&lt;br /&gt;where a dream is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to tell to my heart&lt;br /&gt;without having a reason&lt;br /&gt;beyond this the truth does not lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106524011187474032?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106524011187474032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106524011187474032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106524011187474032' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106479472025507597</id><published>2003-09-28T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:18:40.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Este es el resumen semanal de Caiga Quien Caiga / This is the weekly summary of Caiga Quien Caiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, bueno, bueno, se me está haciendo costumbre el postear el fin de semana (chica mala que soy).&lt;br /&gt;En fin, lo breve, bueno.&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fué el cumple de Ale, estuvo E-S-P-E-C-T-A-C-U-L-A-R!!!!!!, nos divertimos un montón!, jugamos al digalo con mimica y comimos torta ^o^ (era de chocolate, crema y frutilla).&lt;br /&gt;Fue re divertido, pero Marcela dijo que se quería volver a su casa, algo muy desconsiderado y desubicado de su parte (si estas aburrida te la aguantas), la verdad es que fue muy reprochable lo suyo (Ack! me siento como una vieja!).&lt;br /&gt;No sé que más decir, excepto que estoy re feliz! me corte el pelo! Thranduil y yo estamos re bien! me siento feliz! y ya llegó la primavera!!!!!!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, it seems that posting at the end of the week it's something common with me lately (very bad girl).&lt;br /&gt;Well, the brief, good.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ale's birthday, it was F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C!!!, we had a lot of fun!!!!, we played say it with mimics and ate cake ^o^ (it was made of chocolate, cream and strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny, but Marcela said that she wanted to go home, something very inconsiderate and not suitable of her (if you are bored you deal with it), the truth is that it was something to reproach her for that (Ack! i feel like an old lady!).&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can say, except that I'm happy! I cut my hair! Thranduil and I are well! I feel happy! and the spring is here!!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106479472025507597?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106479472025507597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106479472025507597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106479472025507597' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106400430133390780</id><published>2003-09-19T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T20:43:49.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La maldición de "la bandera de 2CAD" / The curse of the "2CAD's flag"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda banderita, linda, lástima que tenga una maldición (como el Perla Negra).&lt;br /&gt;La bandera ya ha cobrado 3 víctimas (no se cuentan las manchas que el viento le hizo a ella):&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil, tiene una gripe que lo ha dejado de cama por varios días: el viento le dió frío, cuando llegó a su casa ya tenía fiebre y empeoró por la noche;&lt;br /&gt;- Un par de medias de Agus: la bandera se corrió y ella pisó la pintura negra (aún no le sale);&lt;br /&gt;- Mi brazo izquierdo, que es ahora un bloque de cemento: Iba a lo de Vicky caminando de espaldas, me tropezé con algo y me dí fuerte contra el piso, quedé tonta por un rato largo, me reí, y cuando volvía de su casa, la brazo empezó a dolerme mucho; primero me pusieron un vendaje y después (mucho después) me enyesaron.&lt;br /&gt;Asi que ando aquí, tipeando con una mano, toda dolida, pero bueno, los accidentes siempre pasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little flag, cute, it's a shame that it has a curse (like the Black Pearl).&lt;br /&gt;The flag already has 3 victims (if we don't count the spots that the wind made to it):&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil, he has a flu that made him stay in bed for several days: the wind made him freeze, when he got home he had fever and got worst at night;&lt;br /&gt;- Agus' sockets: the flag moved and she stepped on the black paint (it is still there);&lt;br /&gt;- My left arm, that now is a block of cement: I was going to Vicky's house walking without looking to the front, I tripped with something and I hit very hard the floor, I stayed dizzy for va long time, I laughed, but when I was coming back from her house, my arm started to hurt a lot; first they put me bandages and later (very later :P) they put me the cast.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here, writing with one hand, in pain, but well, accidents always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106400430133390780?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106400430133390780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106400430133390780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106400430133390780' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106341445052199256</id><published>2003-09-12T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:54:10.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hable / Speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!!!!!! Hay un cambio en el blog!!!!!!! Increíble!!!! ¬¬ Bueno, mucho, vamos a ver, resumen semanal, separandolo por Coty (yo) y Maldaeien (Mi personaje de LOTR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty:&lt;br /&gt;- Mi prima cumplió 15 años (ayer) =)&lt;br /&gt;- Aprobe la prueba de matemáticas, desaprobe el trimestre.&lt;br /&gt;- No fui a buscar publicidad para el desfile.&lt;br /&gt;- Arreglamos para terminar la bandera el Lunes.&lt;br /&gt;- Hice más muñequitas.&lt;br /&gt;- Le gané 3 veces a Celu en el buscaminas&lt;br /&gt;- Leí el primer capítulo de "Beyond this world" ;-; es muy muy triste *sob* en serio...&lt;br /&gt;- Insulte 334 veces a mi skin de blog (el que estoy tratando de hacer) por que no quiere cooperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien:&lt;br /&gt;- Embarazada de nuevo (el o la próxima que me dice "coneja" lo / la mato).&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil quiere tener 20 hijos (sueeeeeeeeeñaaaaaaaa con un mañanaaaaaaaa........).&lt;br /&gt;- Legolas y Cer se divorciaron (ya emití comentario de ello).&lt;br /&gt;- Hable con Legolas (ya lo extrañaba).&lt;br /&gt;- Green se fugó a Milan por que a Celeborn le anda mal la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil sigue molestandome con lo de "ganaste peso".&lt;br /&gt;- "Beyond this world" es triste, muy muy triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(que me importa si lo puse en los dos, a mi me puso mal la historia esa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, resumen hecho, muy feliz, chaucito y buena suerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!!!! a big change in my blog!!!!!!!!!!! Incredible!!!!! ¬¬ well, a lot, let's see, weekly summary, separated by Coty (me) and Maldaeien (my LOTR character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty:&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin is now 15 years old (yesterday was her birthday) =).&lt;br /&gt;- I passed the maths test, but not the term.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't go to look for publicity for the parade.&lt;br /&gt;- We said that this Monday we will end with the flag.&lt;br /&gt;- I made more dolls.&lt;br /&gt;- I won three times to the "search mines", poor Celu =P&lt;br /&gt;- I read the first chapter of "Beyond this world" ;-; It's very very sad *sob* really...&lt;br /&gt;- I cursed to my computer 334 times to my blog skin (the one that I'm trying to make) because it didn't want to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien:&lt;br /&gt;- Pregnant again (the one that says again to me "rabbit" will die).&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil wants to have 20 kids (dreeeeeeeeaaaaaaaammmmmm with a tomorrooooooooooowwwwww).&lt;br /&gt;- Legolas and Cer divorced (I already said what I think about it).&lt;br /&gt;- I talked to Legolas (I missed him).&lt;br /&gt;- Green left to Milan because Celeborn's head seems to not to be working.&lt;br /&gt;- Thranduil keeps annoying me with "you gained weight".&lt;br /&gt;- "Beyond this world" is sad, very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I care nothing for writting it twice, that story make me feel bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, summary done, very happy, byes and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty / Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106341445052199256?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106341445052199256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106341445052199256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106341445052199256' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106279707246021732</id><published>2003-09-05T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T18:24:32.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mick Jagger &amp; Lenny Kravitz - God gave me everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí señoras y señores!!!! Dios me dio todo esta semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas malas:&lt;br /&gt;- Pruebas (Vease horror extremo)&lt;br /&gt;- Trabajos prácticos&lt;br /&gt;- Una tesis sobre la inmigración en Argentina (Paula me demostró que el horror existe!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Frío el primer día, el segundo templado, el tercero tibio, el cuarto con lluvia y hoy, uf! calor del infierno! (Aguante la tormenta Santa Rosa!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Más tarea&lt;br /&gt;- El golpe que me di en voley!!!! Casi Flor me mata!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas buenas:&lt;br /&gt;- Aprobe la mayoría de las pruebas, computación fue un 6.25 pero me sube la nota por que ella sabe que entiendo de todo (menos lo que ella escribe) y matemáticas en un suspenso del infierno&lt;br /&gt;- La bandera&lt;br /&gt;- Buenos momentos con las chicas&lt;br /&gt;- Haber visto una peli buenisima en hora de Inglés&lt;br /&gt;- Me regalaron un poster de "La maldición del "Perla Negra""&lt;br /&gt;- El golpe de Flor en voley, estuvo de película!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, pasando a Maldaeien, ja!, todo bien con Thranduil, hay rumores de nuevo familiar.... Ojalá!!! O_O *suspiro* How deep is your love?????... *baila como una loca*&lt;br /&gt;Chaucitos, esta canción me pone loquita como la luna en el callejón!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen!!!, God gave me everything this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things:&lt;br /&gt;- Tests (See extreme horror)&lt;br /&gt;- Practic works&lt;br /&gt;- A thesis about the immigration in Argentina (Paula show me that the horror exists!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Cold wheater the first day, the second mild,  the third warm, the fourth with rain and today, uf! a heat of hell! (Yay for Santa Rosa storm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- More homework&lt;br /&gt;- The way I fell in voley!!!! Flor almost kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things:&lt;br /&gt;- I passed almost all the test, I had a 6.25 in technology but she will add points to me because she knows that I understand everything (less the things that she writes) and maths is in suspense of hell&lt;br /&gt;- The flag&lt;br /&gt;- Good moments with the girls&lt;br /&gt;- The movie that we saw in our English class&lt;br /&gt;- A friend gave me a poster of "Pirates of the Caribbean"&lt;br /&gt;- The way that Flor hit me, it looked like a movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, passing to Maldaeien, ja!, everything is ok with Thranduil, there are gosips of a new member of the family... I hope so!!! O_O *sighs* How deep is your love????.... *dances like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!, this song turns me crazy like the moon in the dead end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106279707246021732?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106279707246021732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106279707246021732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106279707246021732' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106246533492419571</id><published>2003-09-01T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:15:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As I said : "And when you thought that the situation couldn't get worst"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here, in Lorien, locked in a bedroom with Thranduil. If you want more details:&lt;br /&gt;- Galadriel's bedroom (the one where you can see the stars because it has no "roof")&lt;br /&gt;- Soft and romantic music (Incubus, Alejandro Saenz, Eltohn John...) that can't be turn off&lt;br /&gt;- The best wine of Mirkwood plus the best delicious and "temptating" fruits of Lorien&lt;br /&gt;- Silk sheets and rose petals everywhere&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that she threw us a bucket of water and there are no clothes in this room to change ourselves&lt;br /&gt;- And the phrase that she put in my tagboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know if she can understands that we are going to kill each other and not do what she wants, but *sighs*, hope this end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106246533492419571?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106246533492419571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106246533492419571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106246533492419571' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106243523490989748</id><published>2003-09-01T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:53:54.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And when you thought that the situation couldn't get worst....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening I had a fight with Thranduil and we yelled to each other showing the worst of us with every single word. If you were there you would know that it was wisest if you was away from where we were, not only because of the curses, also because of the things that we throw away to "God knows where" (a.k.a the floor, the roof, the window...).&lt;br /&gt;So, the decision that he took was divorce, and that later we will "talk" about who will have the girls and if it was going to be a shared time thing, but I'm sure that he will keep them....&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh* I'm not in mood now, but he is right, I didn't have to allow Green and Celeborn say that about my family, but well, is too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106243523490989748?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106243523490989748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106243523490989748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106243523490989748' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106219438907469921</id><published>2003-08-29T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T20:10:28.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Harlem Gospel singers - Oh happy day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Happy Day&lt;/strong&gt; (The same feeling / el mismo sentimiento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;Oh when he washed&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;He washed my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;Oh when he washed&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;He washed my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He taught me how&lt;br /&gt;He taught me&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to watch&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to watch&lt;br /&gt;And fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;Fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And he'll rejoice&lt;br /&gt;And He'll, and He'll&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in things we say&lt;br /&gt;And He'll rejoice&lt;br /&gt;In things we say&lt;br /&gt;Things we say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;Oh when he washed&lt;br /&gt;He washed my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tought me how&lt;br /&gt;To watch, fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;Fight and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;Oh when he washed&lt;br /&gt;He washed my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´ll live rejoicing&lt;br /&gt;Ev´ry day, ev´ry day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day, Oh happy day&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus washed&lt;br /&gt;Oh when he washed&lt;br /&gt;He washed my sins away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tocando el cielo con las manos!!!!!!!!!!! Thranduil me habló!!!!!!!!! Me voy a desmayar!!!!!!! Este es el día más feliz de mi vida y no sé por que, no lo conozco!, pero en cierta forma, estoy más que feliz, no puedo parar de sonreir!, extraño o estúpido?, ustedes deciden, no estoy pensando ahora, solo estoy escuchando las palabras que mi Rey esta diciendome.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm touching the sky with my hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thranduil talked to me!!!!!!!!! I'm going to faint!!!!!!!! This is the happiest day in my life and I don't know why is that, I don't know him!, but in a certain way, I'm more than happy, I can't stop smiling!, weird or stupid?, you decide, I'm not thinking right now, i'm only hearing the words that my King is saying to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106219438907469921?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106219438907469921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106219438907469921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106219438907469921' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106219321520236040</id><published>2003-08-29T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T20:11:00.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flashdance - What a feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a Feeling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Irene Cara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;when there's nothing but a slow glowing dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride&lt;br /&gt;In a world made of steel&lt;br /&gt;made of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear the music&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;wrap around&lt;br /&gt;take a hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;bein's believin'&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all now I'm dancing for my life&lt;br /&gt;Take Qour passion and make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive&lt;br /&gt;you can dance right through your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hear the music&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am rhythm&lt;br /&gt;in a flash it takes hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;bein's believin'&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all now I'm dancing for my life&lt;br /&gt;Take your passion and make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive now I'm dancing through my life&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling I am music now.&lt;br /&gt;Bein's believin'&lt;br /&gt;I am rhythm now&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive&lt;br /&gt;you can dance right through your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling! I can really have it all&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling! I can really have it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Dios mío!!!!!!! nunca me había saltado el corazón así por una persona que no conocía!!!!!! acaba de aparecer Thranduil (no el de AIM) y estoy sumamente nerviosa!!!! Y para empeorarla esa canción empezó justo cuando él entró.... Por favor por favor por favor por favor por favor por favor que él me hable!!!!!!!!!!! por favor por favor por favor por favor por favor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my God!!!! My heart never jumped like this for a person that I never met!!!!!! Thranduil already appeared (not the one of AIM) and I'm incredibly nervous!!!! And for makinfg it worst this song started when he appeared... Please please please please please please make him talk to me!!!!!! please please please please please!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldaeien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106219321520236040?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106219321520236040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106219321520236040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106219321520236040' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106160034451018444</id><published>2003-08-22T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:59:04.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Layouts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El layout de Kotori de X1999 no quiere cooperar conmigo y como ya estoy media harta, me voy a ir a jugar con mi muñeca de Jack Sparrow* a que toma el té con las Barbies (sí, sigo enferma :-P), o mejor dicho rum.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, nada que decir, excepto que la muñeca anda desaparecida......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vayan a E-bay que ahi estaba.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout of Kotori does not want to cooperate with me and I'm a bit upset of that, so I'm going to play with my doll of Jack Sparrow* that he takes the tea with the Barbies (yes, i'm still ill :-P), or better said, rum.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing to say, except that the doll is missing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Go to E-bay that it was there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106160034451018444?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106160034451018444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106160034451018444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106160034451018444' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106157999642034942</id><published>2003-08-22T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T22:04:31.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Soñando cosas raras de nuevo / Dreaming weird things again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suspiro muy profundo* la maldición del "Perla Negra" se paso a mi. Así es, despues de haber ido a ver la peli tuve que irme derecho a la cama por que la fiebre.&lt;br /&gt;Llevo ya una semana sin ir al cole (cosa que me parece maravillosa) pero la fiebre, los dolores de cabeza y estómago, el mareo, el estar cansada y no poder mover ni un músculo, no hicieron que fuera algo grato.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, lo bueno (?) que puedo sacar de esto son los sueños que tuve por la fiebre.&lt;br /&gt;El primer sueño fue que construia una estatua gigante del mono de "La maldición del "Perla Negra"" y el segundo, el segundo fue impagable (no apto para fans devotas).&lt;br /&gt;Una mezcla de "Mi casa, tu casa", "Will and Grace"*, un especial de "El Señor de los Anillos: Las dos Torres", dos pelis de Elijah Wood y no sé cuantas propagandas de "la maldición del "Perla Negra"" en cines.&lt;br /&gt;La cosa fue así, estabamos en un especial de "Mi casa, tu casa" y yo era una especie de Laurence (el decorador que se viste con pantalones de cuero y camisas negras) que tenía que ayudar a decorar toda una casa en 10 días.&lt;br /&gt;Esa casa era la de Legolas y la tenía que decorar con ayuda de Orlando Bloom y Elijah Wood (XD), mientras que Legolas, junto a Will Turner, con ayuda del decorador Will Truman (Will and Grace :-P), iban a decorar la casa de Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;El conductor del show era Jack Sparrow con un traje de etiqueta.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, la idea de Orlando con respecto a la casa era transformarla en un refugio espiritual, en contacto con la naturaleza y con muchas velas y una chimenea muy romantica (XD). Así que al segundo nos pusimos a trabajar con la cocina, abrimos los tarros de pintura y les indique como pintar así yo me iba a hacer los muebles. Cuando volví la mitad de la pintura estaba en la pared y la otra mitad sobre ellos por que habían decidido hacer una pelea de pintura.... -_____-'. Antes de enfurecerme (por que hay que respetar un presupuesto) fuí al jardin a terminar con un mueble que estaba haciendo cuando de repente ví (alias husmeé) que los de "al lado", o sea, Will Turner y Legolas estaban pintando la casa mientras bailaban como la chica de "Flashdance".&lt;br /&gt;Volvi a la habitación y me encontre con que los chicos, en su "pequeña guerra", se habían manchado sus pantalones favoritos y estaban mas que enojados (actuaban como dos bebés) y que estaban discutiendo como sacar las manchas, esa discusión derivo en "Que increible!!! viste las camisas de...????" y "Eso ya no se usa".... -__________-' Parecian dos colegialas, tendrian que haber visto sus expresiones....&lt;br /&gt;Primer día terminado, hora de ir a dormir... Para Orli y Lij, yo segui trabajando y luego me quede dormida en un sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Sexto día (sí, se paso el tiempo volando), la cocina, el living, la entrada, el jardin y un baño estaban listos, era hora de empezar con la habitación de Legolas.&lt;br /&gt;En la discusión por el color, ví volar un tapa de pintura de color rojo y me dio en el medio de la cara (&gt;_&lt;), me quedó todo un circulo rojo. Orli y Lij dijeron que me veia igual que &lt;a href="http://www.pinonfijo.fullzero.com.ar/home.asp"&gt;Piñon Fijo&lt;/a&gt;, agarron la tapa, se pusieron el poco de pintura roja que quedaba en la nariz y empiezaron a cantar "Chuchuwa".&lt;br /&gt;De pronto saltamos al noveno día a la noche, ya todo estaba hecho, la casa tenía más velas que una iglesia y más plantas que un jardín botánico. &lt;br /&gt;Ya todo había terminado, bueno, no todo, había que irse a dormir con "esos dos" y entonces empezó los mas temido por todas las cosas frágiles de la casa, "la guerra de almohadas", hay que admitir que estuvo espectacular y que milagrosamente se salvo todo lo que hicimos.&lt;br /&gt;Al otro día cambiamos de llaves y, a pesar de que dijeron: "sí, me gusta lo que hicieron", cambiaron las llaves de nuevo, y se fueron a vivir, Legolas en la casa de Orlando, y Orlando en la casa de Legolas.&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto al final, Will truman junto a Jack Sparrow promocionando su nueva película.....&lt;br /&gt;-_______________________________________________________________________________________-'&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé que necesito tratamiento psicologico urgente, pero hey!, estoy enferma... Tenganme paciencia, ya voy a mejorar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: Me gusta Piñon Fijo, él es un agradable y muy trabajador payaso, y su trabajo debe ser respetado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ese capítulo fue el mejor, Will truman dijo que no se habia sentido así (respecto a Barry) desde que vio al chico de las flechas (Legolas) en "El Señor de los Anillos", y como producto de una mezcla insana de nombres, Will Truman pasó a ser Will Turner y casi me muero de risa ahi mismo.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*very deep sigh* the curse of the "Black Pearl" pass to me. Yes, after we went to see the movie I had to go straight to bed because of the fever.&lt;br /&gt;I already have been one week without going to the school (thing that seems to me wonderful) but the fever, the headaches and stomach pains, I'm dizzy, tired and not to be able to move nor a muscle, they did not do that something pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;In short, the good thing (?) that I can remove from this are the dreams that I had by the fever. The first dream was that I constructed a giant statue of the monkey of "the curse of the" Black Pearl"" and the second, the second was non-paymentable (nonapt for fans devotas). &lt;br /&gt;A mixture of "Changing Rooms", "Will and Grace"*, a special of "The Lord of the Ring: The two Towers", two films of Elijah Wood and I do not know whichever comercials of "the curse of the" Black Pearl"" in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;The thing was thus, we were in a special of "changing rooms" and I was a kind of Laurence (the decorator that dressed with leather trousers and black shirts) that had to decorate a whole house in ten days. That house was Legolas' house and I had to decorate it with the help of Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood (XD), whereas Legolas, with Will Turner, with the aid of the decorator Will Truman (Will and Grace :-P), was going to decorate the house of Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor of the show was Jack Sparrow with a black suit.&lt;br /&gt;In short, the idea of Orlando about the house was to transform it into a spiritual refuge, in contact with nature and many candles and a romantic fireplace. so to the second we put ourselves to work with the kitchen, we opened the paint cans and I indicate them how to paint therefore I went to make the furniture. When I returned, half of the paint was on the wall and the other half on them because they decided to make a "paint fight" -________-' Before I got mad (we had an estimate to respect) I went to the garden to end with a furniture that I was doing, suddenly, I saw that the ones "next door", in another words, will turner and Legolas were painting while they danced like the Flashdance girl.&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the room and I found that the boys, in their little war,  they had been stained their favourite trousers and they were discussing how to remove the spots, that discussion continued with "That is incredible!!! did you see those shirts in...????" and "That no longer is used". They looked like two school girls, you had to see their expressions....&lt;br /&gt;First day finished, time to sleep.... for Orli and Lij, I kept working and later I fell asleep on a coach.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day (yes, the time pass flying), the kitchen, the living room, the hall, the garden and one of the bathrooms were done, it was time to start with Legolas' bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;In the discussion for the colour, I saw fly a cover of a red paint can and it hit me in the middle of my face (&gt;_&lt;), a full red circle was on it. Orli and Lij said that I looked like &lt;a href="http://www.pinonfijo.fullzero.com.ar/home.asp"&gt;Piñon Fijo&lt;/a&gt;, they took the cover, put the rest of the painting  on their noses and started to sing "chuchuwa".&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we "jumped" to the ninth day at night, everything was done, the house had more candles than a church and more plants than a botanic garden.&lt;br /&gt;Everything had already finished, well, not everything, was necessary to go away to sleep with "those two" and then it began, the feared thing for all the fragile things of the house, "the war of pillows", is necessary to admit that he was spectacular and that every thing we done miraculously was safe.&lt;br /&gt;To the other day we changed the keys and, although they said: "yes I like what they did", they changed the keys again, and they went to live: Legolas in the house of Orlando, and Orlando in the house of Legolas. As far as the end, Will Truman with Jack Sparrow promoting their new film..... &lt;br /&gt;-___________________________________________________________________________________________-'&lt;br /&gt;Already I know that I need urgent psychological treatment, but hey, I am ill... Be patient, already I am going to improve..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I like Piñon Fijo, he is a nice and hardworker clown, who has to be repected for his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* that chapter was the best one, Will Truman said that he didn't feel like that (talking about Barry) since he saw the boy of the arrows (Legolas) in "The Lord of the Rings", and as product of an insane mixture of names, Will Truman turn to Will Turner and I almost die laughing right there.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106157999642034942?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106157999642034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106157999642034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106157999642034942' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106098553329470200</id><published>2003-08-15T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T22:06:56.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La Maldicion del "Perla Negra" / Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unas palabras para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Turner&lt;/strong&gt;: Estimadisimos padres de Will Turner presentes: Felicitaciones, un excelente 10, superado, abanderado por lo que le resta de días,  felicitaciones a los padres, a la enfermera y el doctor que lo trajo al mundo, a todos, segui asi, etc, etc, etc......&lt;br /&gt;En resumen: No vengas por estos lados por que lo unico que queda de tu persona es el sombrero de Barbie (si es que estas usando ese traje).... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/strong&gt;: Lo mismo que para Will Turner pero aplicado a mis amigas y a mi prima de 21 años.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te pongo un dedo encima, por que te respeto como Capitán, y ademas por que ella me matan ( ¬¬ No saben compartir....)&lt;br /&gt;PD: Hay mucho Rum en mi casa para vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Swann&lt;/strong&gt;: Lo sentimos querida, no nos agradaste, así que empeza a correr por tu vida por  haber tenido el atrevimiento de besar a Will Turner (sí, somos algo mafiosas)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitan Barbarosa&lt;/strong&gt;: Nos cayo muy bien, pero en realidad, debería haberle cortado la garganta a Elizabeth en vez de su mano ¬¬ (pero bueno, es humano (?) y le perdonamos sus fallas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El hombre del ojo de madera &lt;/strong&gt;: Felicidades!!! Nos cayó tan bien que ya estamos haciendo una mini banderita de usted con su ojo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mas que decir, bueno, sí, a pedido de las degeneradas de mis compañeras (yo no me negue mucho que digamos) ya estoy practicando desnudos ;). Creo que no hace falta decir para que, o si Jack and Will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Turner&lt;/strong&gt;: Dear parents of Will Turner present: Congratulations, Excelent 10, Avobe everything, (no translation to English), Congratulations to your parents, to the nurse and the doctor that brought him to the world, to everyone, keep like this, etc, etc, etc....&lt;br /&gt;In a summary: Don't come here because the only thing that will be leave of you will be that Barbie hat (If you are using that costume).... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/strong&gt;: The same for Will Turner but applied to my friends and my cousin of 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;I don't put a finger on you, because I respect you as a Captain and because of they will try to kill me (¬¬ They don't know how to share)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Swann&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry darling, we don't like you, so, start running for your life to have had the audacity to kiss to Will Turner (yes, we are a bit related to mafia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Barbosa&lt;/strong&gt;: We really liked you, but in fact, you must have cut Elizabeth's throat instead of her hand ¬¬ (but well, you are a human and we forgive you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The man with the eye of wood&lt;/strong&gt;: Congratulations!!! We really liked you that now we are making a little flag of you with your eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say, well, yes, because of an order of my degenerated friends (I did not refuse a lot that we can say) I'm already drawing people without clothes ;). I don't think that I have to say the reson of this, do I Jack and Will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106098553329470200?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106098553329470200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106098553329470200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106098553329470200' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106055907333990852</id><published>2003-08-10T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T20:44:33.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grove Armada - Superstilin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm crazy, I'm making a doll for Aoi Island's contest &lt;a href="http://umidelmare.altervista.org/UmiDollHouse/ChessContest/cONTEST.htm"&gt;"Chess doll contest"&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to make a Queen and a King and they will look (for me of course) very Hanyaaaaaa!!!!!!! :P (Another Sakura expression, they are part of my life :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106055907333990852?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106055907333990852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106055907333990852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106055907333990852' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106045151594137588</id><published>2003-08-09T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T14:51:55.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;French affair - I like that (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why I put that title?, it sounds like something very... *cough* *rolls eyes* Well, you know ;)) &lt;br /&gt;*sighs* My dear and beloved friends, I'm going to be away for some weeks, the reason? another 5 in maths; the teacher knew that I really practiced for the test and that I knew the subject that she evaluated, that maybe the problem was that i was a bit distracted or nervous. She is going to make another test before the end of this month, so I'm going to practice more.&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that I have to end with the flag, I painted a part of it, when I finish it I will take a photo of it and scan it (well, a friend will scan it, when we moved the scanner killed itself jumping off the desk *shakes head*) and show it to you. Thank you Cer for showing me that page!!!!, because the last woman that I was going to draw was a kind of ugly Pamela Anderson and she has no attitude :P.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank to you all and ah!. I gave birth yesterday night at 12:15 a.m (ToT, Thranduil made me do that because he has a voleyball practice today Â¬Â¬) to 4 lovely girls, their names are: Ina Antonella Victoria, Cerenweth Lenore Ailin, Nyselle Rinuriel Iara and Arwen Elizabeth Christina. It was very very hard and a bit painful (Thanks all the heavens for the anaesthesia), but everything worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say goodbye, thank you for reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106045151594137588?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106045151594137588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106045151594137588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106045151594137588' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-106020689058102381</id><published>2003-08-06T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T14:52:26.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! Nuevo layout!!!!!!! / WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! New Layout!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, por donde empiezo? Ah!, si, nuevo layout!, no es mio ToT, prestado hasta que me arme uno. Me siento como telegrama. Besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Where do i have to begin? Ah!, yes, new layout!, not mine ToT, borrowed till I make one. I feel like a telegram. Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-106020689058102381?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106020689058102381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/106020689058102381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106020689058102381' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-10594200775720298</id><published>2003-07-28T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T16:25:13.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Want You Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the ones that didn't understand the message: &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS NOT RELATED TO AIM&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only read my mind&lt;br /&gt;You would know that things between us&lt;br /&gt;Ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I know your arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;But you're a little on the straight side&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one vice&lt;br /&gt;Is you're too nice&lt;br /&gt;Come around now can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;All tattooed&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete me&lt;br /&gt;Mistreat me&lt;br /&gt;Want you to be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only read my mind&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;For someone almost like you&lt;br /&gt;But with attitude, I'm waiting So come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of clothes time&lt;br /&gt;Grow out those highlights&lt;br /&gt;Come around now can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;In a vinyl suit&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated&lt;br /&gt;X-rated&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know you're only being good&lt;br /&gt;But that's what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;All tattooed&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated&lt;br /&gt;X- rated&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it&lt;br /&gt;I need it&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-10594200775720298?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10594200775720298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/10594200775720298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#10594200775720298' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-105941907027810974</id><published>2003-07-28T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T16:04:30.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Important note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said at the chat &lt;strong&gt;"This is NOT related to AIM"&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really mean it. ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-105941907027810974?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105941907027810974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105941907027810974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105941907027810974' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-105923682170969112</id><published>2003-07-26T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T13:29:19.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Be jealous Barbie (This is a stupid title, isn't it?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-' My cookies, this is the worst title ever. Well, yesterday I made a doll of Ina (going to upload it), using a Cristal Planet base. It looks really cute, but, I couldn't say that because Ina says that she is not cute, that she is evil, so this is an evil doll, but a cute one. Cer made a doll too, a pirate doll, it is very beautiful and I think that Will can date her, they will look very cute together. *nods* yes, they will.&lt;br /&gt;^o^ I'm very happy, today I will go to Rivendell's free shop!!!!! ^o^. Be afraid Master Erestor, be very afraid!!!! :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-105923682170969112?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105923682170969112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105923682170969112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105923682170969112' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-105906544346501307</id><published>2003-07-24T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:50:43.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Travis - Flowers in the Window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness ^o^. Yesterday Ina gave birth to a precious baby that she named Michael Aidan Depp.&lt;br /&gt;He is beautiful and looks like his mother, and I think that he will be like his father, a charming gentleman. I'm very happy for them. A baby is a precious gift sent from Heaven, and I found lots of blinkies and three dolls like Ina ^o^. (Yes, I have no life).&lt;br /&gt;Today Rin showed us the &lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.ca/images_large/a/pg42_num.gif"&gt;nursery&lt;/a&gt;, it is beautiful, I love the colours, it's perfect for Ina and Johnny's baby. Now, I think that Cer is the next, I don't know why, but.... it can be, can't it? o.o? ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-105906544346501307?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105906544346501307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105906544346501307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105906544346501307' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-105901035117414824</id><published>2003-07-23T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T23:01:23.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*silence*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day, until now, my life, the real one and my character's one mixed again. For a second Thranduil was my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it in a few words: I can't handle another death, I can't, really, the one who decided to kill Thranduil, revive him in a way or another, I can't handle another death, I know that I sound like a pshyco, but really, I can't handle another death. I can't. Revive him, I can't handle another death, I can't, i'm suffering, I can't handle another fucking death, I'm talking seriously I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-105901035117414824?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105901035117414824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105901035117414824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105901035117414824' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601494.post-105882169758349839</id><published>2003-07-21T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T18:08:17.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I will be back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, to much Terminator, but it's true, I'm back. Again, I acted as a stupid, hope everyone forgive me, I'm acting in this way because someone very close to me is going to leave this world and sits next to God to watch us from there and wait for us.&lt;br /&gt;I hope her death will be without pain.&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601494-105882169758349839?l=maldysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105882169758349839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601494/posts/default/105882169758349839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maldysblog.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105882169758349839' title=''/><author><name>Maldaeien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786162344817787505</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></entry></feed>
