<?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-3898436</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:14:16.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Koneko</title><subtitle type='html'>A tack's spot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898436.post-106876179170089005</id><published>2003-11-14T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:16:59.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the little things that either make your day or ruin it. ---Hmm, in short, I've been to Turkey and Croatia, didn't meet Lal, came back, quit the translation project, rediscovered some of my selfesteem, got a life, things in #elysium have gotten better, Rez decided he didn't want the 'Hanging out backstage, waiting for the show!' in the topic anymore, so with little help of the AI bot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106876179170089005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106876179170089005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876179170089005' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106553930838796286</id><published>2003-10-07T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T17:08:28.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . . this is starting to piss me off. Really, really piss me off.In #elysium, I'm the channel's 'target', it seems. I don't pay attention, I don't write anything, and I *STILL* get kicked.Damn you, did that channel suddenly became 'TARGER KONEKO AND KICK HER ASS AND NITPICK EVERYTHING SHE SAYS!'? I honestly don't get it, and it honestly starts to offend me. I have no problem being kicked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106553930838796286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106553930838796286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106553930838796286' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106498708804599815</id><published>2003-10-01T08:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T08:44:47.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going to blog about something, but then I was forbidden to blog about that thing. Drats.Remember I promised 'uni experience'? &gt;_&gt; Welllllllllll . . . :Whee. Netta gets up! Yesh! Netta gets ready! Hurray! Netta goes down to the car that's supposed to drive her to the College of Ramath-Gan! . . . . . . . . rush hour . . . . . . Ayalon Highway . . . . . . . driving to Tel-Aviv . . . .Not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106498708804599815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106498708804599815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106498708804599815' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106434621155835361</id><published>2003-09-23T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T22:43:31.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . . I hate to play mind games . . .But sometimes I simply have to. *sighs*|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106434621155835361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106434621155835361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434621155835361' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106382612118503457</id><published>2003-09-17T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:15:21.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm nervous. Really, really nervous.I'm starting uni tomorrow. Introduction to Linguistics, with a focus on Hebrew . . . I'll be the youngest there. For sure. I'm only 15 years old. And almost seven months. Everyone there will be about, OVER, probably, 20. Finishing the army, maybe even traveling in India . . . Over 20 for sure.Sure, I get better with people these ages better. And I think I'd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106382612118503457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106382612118503457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106382612118503457' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106330376516961063</id><published>2003-09-11T21:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:09:25.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, this is highly disturbing:I'm talking with Ricky. Yaaaaaay! She asks me whether I breathe through my mouth or nose when I sing. Yay? She suddenly blinks and goes: "You have a pretty mouth."Eh?"Really, looks like it's been drawn."Doll? Me? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"Um. Is it good?""I just said it was pretty, then why would it be bad?"-_-;My life's just getting weirder and weirder as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106330376516961063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106330376516961063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330376516961063' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106289174706078657</id><published>2003-09-07T02:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T02:42:27.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. I'm alive. Funny how it works, isn't it? @_@Got the dates of when I have my Lingui Intro classes. Thursdays once a week at 10:15 in Ramath-Gan . . . happy happy joy joy, rush hours. @_@Went to the doctor a few days ago, which was quite the, well, um, experience.There was a woman there. *cringes* Was introduced as a friend, but I don't believe it. Nuh-uh. I should've demanded her OUT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106289174706078657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106289174706078657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106289174706078657' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106262663321889134</id><published>2003-09-04T01:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T01:03:53.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talked to the supposedly new voice teacher earlier, my lesson will be on Friday at 14:00. YAY! Gonna have to sing her a song, though. I haven't sang since the middle of July. -_-;;Heh, did the disorder test again. From four high {!!!} got down to two. Three moderates to four and three lows to four. Cool. I'm getting saner by the minute.DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106262663321889134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106262663321889134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262663321889134' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106260949737368518</id><published>2003-09-03T20:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T20:18:17.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . . I . . . don't know what to say . . .Xandra, one of my favourite authoresses used my last name in her story. I . . . was surprised, to say the least . . . She had no idea it was my last name, but STILL . . . She also says she's going to use Netta and Ithamar. O.O I can understand Ithamar, it looks pretty, but Netta? Neta looks better, but people tend to read it as Nita . . . -__-;I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106260949737368518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106260949737368518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260949737368518' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106253965014920000</id><published>2003-09-03T00:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:58:43.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been awhile since last blogged . . . yeah . . . Computer managed to die on me. X_X SEVRAL times. Got a new HD though, so it's okay. It's funny to see how much space I'm using; 3.5/75GB. Do not worry, it will not last . . . ^_^;I'm addicted to a story. One of the bests I've read. X_X Divinitas.My Dream is a conscious desire . . .               My Wish is my Heart and Soul's obsession . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106253965014920000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106253965014920000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253965014920000' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106120677070754439</id><published>2003-08-18T14:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T14:39:30.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm an official fan of both 'Rat and Getz's voices. Such pretty voices. *_* And I don't just go to people and say that they have 'pretty voice'. It's getting to the point that I actually enjoy just to -listen- to their voice, which is sad, since when you're talking over the phone, you're supposed to TALK as well, and not forget yourself because of the other's voice.Or as someone said, "I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106120677070754439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106120677070754439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106120677070754439' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106103147983875664</id><published>2003-08-16T13:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T13:57:59.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should I be surprised or not? Hmmmmmmmm.The Afterlife, V1.0 by silentounceNameFavorite ColorYour fateAppointed God's court jester Created with quill18's MemeGen!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106103147983875664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106103147983875664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106103147983875664' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106004576458634343</id><published>2003-08-05T04:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T04:09:24.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm. I bought some gardening stuff today.We have no garden. &lt;_&lt; Problem!Anyhow, I got two three-plastic-herbs 'kit'. One contains mint {already planted in the tree's flowerpot. It died a long time ago, no loss}, so I left that flowerpot for 'storage' of the remaining soil and seeds. In another I put salvia, and in the third I put melissa. Interesting, in Hebrew its name is connected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106004576458634343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106004576458634343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106004576458634343' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-106000378516399228</id><published>2003-08-04T16:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:29:45.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a respond from Weatherpixie as to why Israel is in Europe that I sent on July 26, Saturday."No it hasn't moved,  but the region for Israel and some other countries in the Middle East is defined as Europe by either The World Meteorological Organization (WMO) or The International Civil Aviation Organization (ICAO).As I use their data definitions its actually too much of a pain to change the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106000378516399228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/106000378516399228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106000378516399228' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105996335935499971</id><published>2003-08-04T05:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T05:16:33.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something I just figured out:The Tom/Rat obsession is FINALLY gone.GONE.I had it from early December until around June, I think. But who cares:It's GONE!I'm FREE!!!!!And now we'll have happier Netta and Tom.. . . gotta send him his birthday present. I have ready next to my bed, all "6 items". Gotta pack them and send it to him. Of course, I have to add a card.Eh. I think I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105996335935499971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105996335935499971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105996335935499971' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105941018832693863</id><published>2003-07-28T19:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T19:36:28.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate myself for being the inconsidering, elitist, spoilt, snob, annoying, selfish, incompetent, imperfect bitch that I am.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105941018832693863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105941018832693863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941018832693863' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105928108319316715</id><published>2003-07-27T07:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T07:44:43.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test test.Explenations later.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105928108319316715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105928108319316715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928108319316715' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105923981658477575</id><published>2003-07-26T20:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:16:56.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally decided to do something about the Weatherpixie.Israel is *NOT*, so very NOT is Europe.It could pass as Africa.BUT EUROPE?!?!?!?!"Maybe you could help. In the Weatherpixie list, Israel is listed under Europe, while in fact, it is in Asia. It could be passed as Africa sometimes, but I was wondering: When did Europe take over Israel and moved it from its place in the Middle East that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105923981658477575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105923981658477575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923981658477575' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-10591698618600986</id><published>2003-07-26T00:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T00:52:40.290+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool picture: http://cruelangel.net/divinitas/artworks/groups/2002group03s.jpgAn artwork for Divinitas, one of the stories I want them to be updated to very badly . . . I wanna know what happens next . . .Finished watching Kanon.The end SUCKED so very much.Thankyou.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/10591698618600986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/10591698618600986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10591698618600986' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105915393784726314</id><published>2003-07-25T20:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T20:25:37.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waaah . . . gotta drink lots of fennel tea so I won't be in too much pain in late night/early morning. :((( It's the first time I try to prevent it, though. I hope it'll work. If it won't, I'll be in awful pain. So I'm gonna drink lots and lots of fennel tea. ;_;It's not that I don't LIKE fennel tea. It's . . . nice. Tastes a bit weird, though. And I use it now after the last attack as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105915393784726314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105915393784726314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915393784726314' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105914131882133900</id><published>2003-07-25T16:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:55:18.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . .Just noticed that I have a picture of a rooster over my bad.The irony of it doesn't skip over me. ._.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105914131882133900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105914131882133900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105914131882133900' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105909981144854454</id><published>2003-07-25T05:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T05:23:31.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The art of writing.Hm.It's amazing, how you make something that wasn't there BE there. Inventing new lives, new situations, new people. It's not like ruining something, making something that was there simply not exist anymore. It's CREATING.I want to be able to do it everytime I wanted.But it won't help me to want, now will it?|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105909981144854454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105909981144854454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105909981144854454' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105895892521115070</id><published>2003-07-23T14:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T14:18:41.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three new news:1) I have become a Fangirl. After two years of avoiding this fate, I have become a fangirl of shounen-ai.And by the looks of it, yaoi's next.I DON'T WANT THIS!!!2) Eh. It's harder to get into the Open University than thought. Since I'm underaged I need all sorts of special papers.Eh. Plus the latest record. Dammit, I wasn't given any report cards ever since the first half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105895892521115070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105895892521115070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105895892521115070' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105871268323890893</id><published>2003-07-20T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T17:51:23.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wai! Wai! Wai!I'm gonna be a uni student from Sep or Oct!Wai! Wai! Wai!And I'm not even 16!Wai!Okay, Shiri suggested that I study something that she can't teach me in Hebrew grammar in the Open University.I jumped on the offer, naturally. ^_^; I'm gonna take a course at Introduction to Linguistics so I could study some more advanced stuff later. It's gonna be fun!. . . now it's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105871268323890893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105871268323890893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105871268323890893' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105865607654461874</id><published>2003-07-20T02:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T02:07:56.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wai!Finally finished writing the fourth chapter of Talk to Me. I wrote it once a few months ago, but then I wrote it again, and when I discovered that I had it already written {I also wrote two different things, mind you . . . -_- I have no clue what I'll be doing with that fic}, I added the last part from the last version, and voila! An update on MediaMiner.org because FF.Net doesn't work.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105865607654461874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105865607654461874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865607654461874' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105848902545867091</id><published>2003-07-18T03:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T03:43:45.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmmmmmm. I started a new story, "Cinderella Boy" after disliking the anime. &gt;_&gt; Hopefully I'll finish it . . .I think I'm starting to like our prime minister, Sharon. He's got a BRAIN. And he can USE it. That Norwegian prime minister DESERVED that. &gt;_&lt;Nighty night.I think I should stop eating so many fruits. O-o But they're so yummy. *_* Gimme more, and tomatoes and avocadoes and take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105848902545867091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105848902545867091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105848902545867091' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105846462615378565</id><published>2003-07-17T20:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T21:05:25.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinches recipe!</title><summary type='text'>Blinches:Servings:             1        | 2 | 3       | 4 | 5        | 6 | 7{ingredients}Cups of flour:         1       | 2 | 3        | 4 | 5       | 6  | 7Cups of milk:          1 1/2 | 3 | 4 1/2 | 6 | 7 1/2 | 8  | 9 1/2Eggs:                     2       | 4  | 6       | 8 | 10     | 12 | 14Tablespoons of oil: 2      | 4  | 6       | 8 | 10     | 12 | 14Teaspoons of salt: 1/3 | 2/3 | 	1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105846462615378565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105846462615378565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105846462615378565' title='Blinches recipe!'/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105840104303147392</id><published>2003-07-17T03:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T03:17:22.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Downloading fics.</title><summary type='text'>Just started downloading fics . . . I should've started doing that a long time ago. :\ I miss Plum Blossoms, a CCS fic, no clue who wrote it.It was AMAZING.And it's gone. -_- So I started saving fics on my computer. Will have to work on that for about two days, and then I'll just relax until a new chapter comes out. And like that I'd have the chance to clear my favourites in FF.Net. I miss a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105840104303147392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105840104303147392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105840104303147392' title='Downloading fics.'/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105837211665375365</id><published>2003-07-16T19:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T19:15:16.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"The peak of my day"</title><summary type='text'>I LOVE my cousin's way of writing. So funny. XD And the thing that made me chuckle evilly {as much as I can, that is} is what she wrote in her blog:" . . . it became like that that the peak of my day [except from drawing on a large bristol Pikachu, ome of the Young Ninja Turtles turtle and one smurf, of course] is that one of my potentioal cadet { . . . 'scoutgirl'}'s 21 year old brother tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105837211665375365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105837211665375365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837211665375365' title='&quot;The peak of my day&quot;'/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105835169858028856</id><published>2003-07-16T13:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:17:33.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL. Wrote today in last year's 5 points English Bagrut exam the following 'Official Letter':The subject:8. The community center in your neighborhood has its own TV channel and wants to offer a program called Your Choices. The station manager has asked people in the neighborhood to suggest movies (features, documentries, animation, etc) they would like to see on the channel.Write a formal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105835169858028856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105835169858028856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105835169858028856' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105829732341372206</id><published>2003-07-15T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T22:28:43.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's voice lesson was interesting.Y'see, I had today about two hours of singing. It was great. ^________^ Of course, I couldn't talk later properly. My voice didn't work right, so I was either saying things only with air or jumping up and down in air levels. It's not that I had a sore throught. Just couldn't make my voice WORK.I think Onee-chan would understand what I just said.Anyhow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105829732341372206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105829732341372206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105829732341372206' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105813951624347647</id><published>2003-07-14T02:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T02:38:36.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>. . . I really don't want to finish the HnG manga. I don't think I can stand Sai's leaving again. It's so nerve wrecking. @_@ It's so sad once he decides not to play anymore . . . ;-;I dunno whwy people aren't happy with the HnG ending. It was open enough so develop some fanfic ideas, but it still held a closure. It was a beautiful ending, and Hikaru no Go is right now one of my favourite anime</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105813951624347647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105813951624347647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105813951624347647' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105805613619627504</id><published>2003-07-13T03:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T03:28:56.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm . . . I dunno if I should be annoyed or simply indifferent. The whole thing makes me feel indifferent . . . it's the little things that annoy me. More like the fact that Shuten's only in #soulriders, and since I left the room for a day {had no other option, got a ban-mute for a day, and since I don't stay where I'm not wanted, I left. Even if it's just for one day}, I lost my queues. :\ I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105805613619627504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105805613619627504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105805613619627504' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105796231949184406</id><published>2003-07-12T01:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T03:28:36.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"An attitude leads to an attitude"- I know that. My mother's been saying that for ages."Don't be rude"- who said I was rude just because I was complaining? All I told my parents is not to call me to help them before they really want help, because I also have something I'm doing! I'm not going to wait standing in the living room for ten mintues just to watch my father clearing the spot around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105796231949184406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105796231949184406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105796231949184406' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105727061653655147</id><published>2003-07-04T01:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T01:16:56.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deaths {mine} in Tibia:Level 5: Poison.Level 7: Orc.Level 12: Amazon.Level 12: Minotaur Mage.Level 12: By the player Mkro men.Level 15: Giant spider.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105727061653655147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105727061653655147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105727061653655147' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105719625686589065</id><published>2003-07-03T04:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T04:37:36.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I can do it. :It's not really suffering, really not. Not enjoying, just something tedious, meaningless that makes no sense. How do you say in mathematic {???} "cloud"? Do you get that fluffy picture when you say/read it? What is it, is 3956 symbolises 'cloud'? How do you say it? Is 3's meaning an S? Maybe P?I can't. Maths is not a laungauge. I have no troubles dealing with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105719625686589065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105719625686589065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105719625686589065' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105685062257083257</id><published>2003-06-29T04:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T04:40:46.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My grandfather's caramel cream, just so it wouldn't be lost on IRC:150 grams of sugar, to put in a pot on small fire, to watch it and stir until it becomes caramel {without water}. Before it's starting to boil take it off the fire and stir so the sides of the pot will be covered with caramel.In another container, eight eggs and eight spoons of sugar {blended before}, one litre of milk and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105685062257083257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105685062257083257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105685062257083257' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105668239851060876</id><published>2003-06-27T05:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T05:53:18.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Calendar] I just gave birth to Drac.  o.o|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105668239851060876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105668239851060876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668239851060876' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105667644737096684</id><published>2003-06-27T04:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T04:14:07.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, cool. The blogging page interface's changed!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105667644737096684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105667644737096684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667644737096684' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-105667573364689340</id><published>2003-06-27T04:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T04:02:13.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This sums the last couple of nights:[Calendar] I can't be your daddy, I'm your SISTER.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105667573364689340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/105667573364689340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667573364689340' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-96011355</id><published>2003-06-25T13:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T13:32:06.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The quote of the week:Me: "So since when you're a couple?"Him: "Since her grandfather caught me lying on her."Me: "Define 'lying on her'." {History of simply sleep on the other}Him: "The literal one."Me: "And why did you do that?"Him: "Because maybe we were kissing?"Me: "Oh."|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/96011355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/96011355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96011355' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95998115</id><published>2003-06-25T03:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T03:18:34.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, one good thing is that I'm not angry with someone anymore . . . going to talk to him tomorrow morning, so I better go to sleep . . .|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95998115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95998115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95998115' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95997774</id><published>2003-06-25T03:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T03:03:21.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now I'd really like to know why Onii-chan put me on Ignore.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95997774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95997774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95997774' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95995622</id><published>2003-06-25T01:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T01:28:45.336+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Running away.Again.And repeat.Running . . .@_@I don't like running away from things, but I CONSTANTLY DOING IT.I've abandoned a thing. Again. Remember 'my' forum of young writers? I've ignored it for over a month now. It's just . . . that forum is so hard. I can't get near there unless I'm depressed. And at the moment, I'm not. I feel so bad about it . . . and my friend tries to tell me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95995622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95995622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95995622' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95976583</id><published>2003-06-24T13:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T13:33:02.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You never want to hear again:“Shut your hole”- by my brother’s babysitter’s husband during a bad fight.When did you fall in love for the first time?First grade.For you, what’s the difference between falling in love, having a crush and loving?‘Instant feelings’ -&gt; Falling in love and having a crush. ‘Lasting feeling’ -&gt; Loving.Tell us a bit about your big love.Uh. Internetic love, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95976583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95976583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95976583' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95958414</id><published>2003-06-23T23:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T23:57:34.523+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Started to hunt for all the questionnaires in Israblog.co.il. ^^Be afraid, I think I'll post one every day, maybe even more . . .|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95958414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95958414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95958414' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95958051</id><published>2003-06-23T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T23:46:06.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekly Questions:Do you talk to yourself? Um . . . sometimes, kinda rarely. ^^;------------------------------------------------------------Does it happen to you without noticing?No, I'm kinda aware to what I'm saying . . . When I talk to myself I do it on purpose.------------------------------------------------------------Do you enjoy talking to yourself?Uh, it's a tool to sort things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95958051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95958051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95958051' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95953966</id><published>2003-06-23T21:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T21:30:16.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A small, white lie isn't a bad thing, right?&gt;.&gt;Right?!&lt;.&lt;|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95953966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95953966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95953966' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95913505</id><published>2003-06-22T15:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T15:08:04.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, yeah . . . my mother's gone nuts.She took pictures of flowers for her classes few weeks ago. Now the whole big, new dining table is covered with photographs of flowers . . . and sticks that she glues to the flowers.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95913505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95913505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95913505' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95913418</id><published>2003-06-22T15:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T15:01:28.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From browsing through a friend's blog that I found by mistake, I don't really DISCOVER how intelligent she is. Because I knew that before. She's the material of person that I could be best friends with . . . but no. The way she acts on the outside is either too cheerful, too angry or too depressed. And no person only feels those emotions. Let's not ignore that that's the girl who managed to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95913418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95913418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95913418' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95832759</id><published>2003-06-19T19:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:55:45.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still have that stupid grin on my face. It's kinda sad. -__-;;Well, I called to Tom. Finally. I mean, I have his number for a month already and I just called.'t was amusing. Mainly because when I called the first time he didn't pick up the phone. "Hello, you've reached to the _________" or something like that. I guess that after that was "leave a message after the beep". A message I read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95832759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95832759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95832759' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95691938</id><published>2003-06-15T22:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T22:40:58.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Sun: 15/06-15:45:06] [C-Rat-Sleep] "It's time to say goodnight to your cyberfriends.." [Sun: 15/06-15:45:10] [C-Rat-Sleep] My mother is such a traitor.Just found it utterly amusing. XD|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95691938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95691938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95691938' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95660592</id><published>2003-06-14T17:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T17:09:22.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posted two short stories to fictionpress.net . . .Of Angels and Lions {PG13, general/fantasy: In an unknown village angels and lions live, writing the occurances that happen in the world, not knowing about one another . . . but through two incidents, they discover each other. *short-story*}Sweetheart {R, angst/drama: They are two. One is the chaser, the other is the chased. One was strong, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95660592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95660592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95660592' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95521635</id><published>2003-06-11T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:04:21.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adopted Ian/Hawk as an older sibling.Hmm . . . should I adopt 'Rat again? ^^|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95521635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95521635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95521635' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95379821</id><published>2003-06-06T21:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T21:13:30.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, well, what I wrote there was about "Wow, cool! This layout is so DISGUSTING!"Yep.'Rat, change your layout.It's disgusting. ;)|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95379821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95379821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95379821' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95379776</id><published>2003-06-06T21:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T21:12:12.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gonna translate it later:"àéæä îâðéá! ëæä òéöåá ãåçä!"My cousin's words about 'Rat's blog.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95379776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95379776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95379776' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95296247</id><published>2003-06-04T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T22:19:15.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Answers for the weekly questionnaire:If you could've chosen, in which era would you choose to live in?In the era right now, really. It's fun.If you could've chosen to do anything you'd like without considerating money, what would it be?Languages? Maybe if I wasn't on hiatus, I'd have chosen to write . . . or sing.In which place would you prefer to be in right now?&lt;.&lt;&gt;.&gt;Melbourne, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95296247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95296247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95296247' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95248458</id><published>2003-06-03T21:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T21:53:45.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, calmed down from last night. ^^;;;Anyway, my day at school yesterday!:Got to school . . . I was late. o_O Was kidnapped by my history&amp;citizenship teacher again. Worked with different people, and with Erik's little sister. I swear, she's taller than he is. He's LITTLE. So, so very little. o.o And Lily called me everytime the computer was a bit slow {"what's happening now?" "It's working."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95248458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95248458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95248458' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95199521</id><published>2003-06-02T20:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T20:29:31.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This should be an interesting post. I'm in the same 'mood' and situation as I was last night . . . headache, confusion, can't focus. So I babble, but this time you'll read it . . . I believe that Galit learned some new things about me from my babbles last night . . . I can honestly say that I don't remember a thing. I remember I babbled, though.Y'know, me and my parents don't talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95199521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95199521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95199521' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95159811</id><published>2003-06-01T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T21:35:32.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I barely have time now.@_@Woke up this morning for a Zero hour that's in 7:45. Woke an hour before. Crammed for Hebrew grammar test until about 12:30. Tired.I think I did well, though.Two girls during the recess grabbed my butt and giggled. &gt;_&lt; When they did it the second time I slapped their hands away and went away, and so did they, giggling. Didn't help to imrove my mood.Been '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95159811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95159811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95159811' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95077074</id><published>2003-05-30T15:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T15:25:02.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bahhh . . . ;_;I went to school again today. @_@ Stupid dance. But I AM planning on knowing how to dance it, even if it kills me {don't worry, it will}.Yesterday I studied for a citizenship quiz. &gt;_&lt; I didn't focus on the right things, too. Only on three presidents {I think I can tell you what they did in my sleep . . .} and on what the institute of presidentary in Israel is, and barely on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95077074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95077074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95077074' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95037077</id><published>2003-05-29T18:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T18:30:56.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, been at school today, yep. From 7:25 until 13:40. And I even got there on time.It was fun, I'll write it all in a notebook, I'm late to my friend's. ^_^ I'm planning on going there tomorrow, too. :P|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95037077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95037077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95037077' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-95003109</id><published>2003-05-28T23:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T23:03:11.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to my friend! Sleeping at hers. XDWell, then going to school. Third time this year. Scary.Tell you stories later!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95003109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/95003109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95003109' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94968240</id><published>2003-05-28T05:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T05:17:07.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iddy's back! Back! Back! :DWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!. . . right after that post. Weird.. . . on another note, wee, um, it's five in the morning. I have to wake up in five hours, six, tops. And it's WITH that medicine. ^^ I don't want to get back to my old sleeping habits . . . but it just -happens-.You know what you do to people that are depressed? You don't let them sleep. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94968240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94968240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94968240' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94911697</id><published>2003-05-27T00:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T00:53:22.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, time to write about it fully than say it in random 'I miss Iddy's.Well, I miss Iddy. For all I know, he can be dead, and I *really* don't want him to be dead. We talked quite a lot, I really like him, and I hate it when a person close to me dies or disappears, and it happened, of course. I take it really really hard.Okay, so I'm kinda selfish. I don't want him to die to not feel bad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94911697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94911697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94911697' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94873228</id><published>2003-05-26T01:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T01:45:35.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) It's not enough that my leg LOOKS swollen and red, it also FEELS swollen. ;_; It ITCHES. Really itches, so much that it hurts, but ti doesn't hurt, it itches. I'm not making much sense, aren't I?2) Hmm . . . I wanna call 'Rat. And Nee-chan. And Onee-chan. T_T But I keep thinking that I might disturb them. &gt;_&lt; So I get to warn them, and then I get "no", "can't" and "have to go to work". @_@ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94873228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94873228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94873228' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94855650</id><published>2003-05-25T12:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T12:33:43.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still angry at Blogger that ate my post. &gt;_&lt;The Eurovision was yesterday night. Mostly good songs, nothing above, besides Turkey {that won}, Belgium {that needed two points more to win}, France {that everybody hated, although it was a GREAT song} And Austria {that got into the sixth place although it was in German and an in-joke . . . I liked that song, it was the most amusing one}.Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94855650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94855650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94855650' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94730856</id><published>2003-05-22T13:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T13:44:43.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Birthday wordsWell, those are the words that appeared on A.W.A.D during my different birthdays. Enjoy.--------1995:Subject: A.Word.A.Day--prosyX-Bonus: We should consider ourselves as spirits having a human experience, rather than humans having an occasional spiritual experience. prosy \'pro--ze-\ aj 1: PROSAIC 2: TEDIOUS1996:Subject: A.Word.A.Day--esthesiaX-Bonus: Do you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94730856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94730856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94730856' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94704470</id><published>2003-05-22T00:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T00:19:46.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past week was a very bad feet week.Seriously.Once, I try to put Ayelet's bag down. The chair falls on my foot. Yepyep. It was followed by a loud 'OW'.Today, I was opening a drawer. And my toe hits another drawer. A louder 'OW' was heard.Then, ab hour ago, I try to go backwards with my chair, and it rolls on my foot. &gt;_&lt; Nothing bad, thuogh. I took it away quick enough . . . hmm.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94704470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94704470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94704470' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94682688</id><published>2003-05-21T15:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T15:54:00.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something that was found in Ayelet's psychology textbook."Question #16:Ronnen is too shy to go to parties and he is afraid to create relationships with people. If you were a drug dealer what drug would you recommend him to take?1) Alcohol2) Heroine3) Cocaine4) Nicotine"I really have no idea what's the correct one, but REALLY.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94682688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94682688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94682688' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94660178</id><published>2003-05-21T03:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T03:57:10.460+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished writing after five hours. @_@ It stil needs editting, but it's okay. ^^TIRED. @_@|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94660178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94660178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94660178' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94652068</id><published>2003-05-21T00:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:26:55.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wellllllll . . .Just {an hour and a half ago. ^^} started a new original short story, called "Of Angels and Lions". I really like the idea of it, and I already wrote a half. XD It's, well, about angels and lions. ^__________^ And no, you won't escape from reading it! :DI have 'Rat's phone number! XD XD XD Poor Rattie-chan. He plans on running away. ^^I'm tired as hell {Tiredashell! XD} and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94652068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94652068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94652068' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94572926</id><published>2003-05-19T12:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T12:55:49.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One word, sixty seconds:"Boxes hold things inside. If it's properly sealed, a box is a way to hide yourself from the world. It's easy to find boxes, just as it's easy to hide. Boxes aren't literally boxes. Just little cells where you keep yourself in."One Word.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94572926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94572926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94572926' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94545359</id><published>2003-05-18T22:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T23:56:22.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving!-----------------------That was Nee-chan, not me. o_O;;;XDShe generously agreed to host my blog. ^^I have a new template that I really like. Poor Nee-chan and Ma-nii-chan worked on it for about four hours, together. ^^THANK YOU. ^^Hmm . . . Today, I had a chair that fell on my leg. o_o; Ayelet always puts her bag on the kitchen chairs . . . and it's sometimes on the way. So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94545359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94545359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94545359' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94491510</id><published>2003-05-17T11:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T11:29:57.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:LowBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:HighNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:ModerateDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:High-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --Heheheh.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94491510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94491510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94491510' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94348844</id><published>2003-05-14T23:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T23:51:17.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I'm also quite hyper.Hmm . . .My eyes number's grown, and I see worse than my mom. I can't really distinguish betweeen failrly small objects. Ie, can't read the letters on the keyboard without glasses. I just see buttons.o-oAnd my eyesight's worsening.o.oHURRAY!@_@XD*must watch Three Faces of Eve*|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94348844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94348844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94348844' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94348414</id><published>2003-05-14T23:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T23:43:49.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've been told to blog this. ^______^I feel HAPPY. About myself.Taking care of your look does that to you. :PI need to do this more often. ^______________^I like my hair and I like my eyes. ^_^ And yes, I DID admit that I'm cute. ^_^And I think I lost some weight. XDI have the potential, now, only to use it. ^^|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94348414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94348414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94348414' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94224316</id><published>2003-05-12T23:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:51:51.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was an interesting expreience.Talking to Jenn and Nathan.Nathan talks really really fast. T_T I couldn't understand most of what he said. T_T I love him.Just not the way he talks.I HATE that.Jenn, on the other hand, was fun to talk to! XD I understood MOST of what she said, aside from what, three words? Four? ^^;;;;;And I talked . . . fine. I was understood.That's GREAT to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94224316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94224316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94224316' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94190442</id><published>2003-05-12T10:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T10:25:44.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)HighLevel 7 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94190442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94190442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94190442' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-94161241</id><published>2003-05-11T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T22:43:17.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm.Yeah, it's been a while. ^^; A lot's been happening.I don't really feel like telling. o_O;Hm. Ithamar had his birthday. My cousin is going to have his on the fourteenth . . . sheer coincidence, I swear!Hmm . . . I learned today that after every cup of something that contains caffeine, you should drink water, because it causes you to lose liquids. &lt;_&lt; *drank already a litre and a half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94161241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/94161241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94161241' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93678502</id><published>2003-05-03T02:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T02:36:08.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts.It hurts so much, to dig inside. In everything I refused to see, and listen, and accpet, or let go . . .It hurts to sing.It hurts to talk . . . I want to run away. I still do.And I don't think it'll disappear anytime soon.Why can't things be left as they are?|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93678502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93678502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93678502' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93625887</id><published>2003-05-02T04:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T04:10:03.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Second time I’m writing this. @_@Tabyk’s postcard just arrived. ^_^ I really started to worry. Three weeks, I think. ^^;;;; It has this cute girl from Digi Charat in kimono. XD {White and purple, to prove that I really got it. ^^;}He owes me dinner! XDOn the other hand, I think I managed to read his name. But he wrote the rest in a nice handwriting. Managed to read it easily. ^^; It’s so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93625887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93625887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93625887' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93475683</id><published>2003-04-29T20:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T20:10:13.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Every man has a nameEvery man has a nameThat gave him GodAnd that gave him his father and his motherEvery man has a nameThat gave him his size and the way of his smileAnd that gave him the clothEvery man has a nameThat gave him the mountainsAnd that gave him its wallsEvery man has a nameThat gave him given the fortunesAnd that gave him his neighborsEvery man has a nameThat gave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93475683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93475683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93475683' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93367711</id><published>2003-04-28T03:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T03:41:24.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exactly sixty years ago, ghetto Warsaw opened in a rebellion against the Nazis. It has lastet about four weeks. The leaders were killed, and the ghetto was ruined. Not a lot of people - if at all - survived.That's the date of the Holocaust Day here. The beginning of the rebellion.It doesn't matter that they all died . . . it's the fact that they chose how to die, and when.Sixty years ago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93367711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93367711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93367711' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93335535</id><published>2003-04-27T13:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T13:36:17.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just for the record, I am NOT growing up. *nods*Hm.This was a hell of a Passover. o_O I don't think I'll ever forget it. o.o I haven't been so confused in my life. ^^;;Enjoying last minutes of freedom with instant noodles and a fic. ^_^Wai!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93335535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93335535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93335535' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93286859</id><published>2003-04-26T11:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T11:03:06.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uhm.Olorin had his birthday yesterday, RS is having his tomorrow . . .:DThey're all growing up so fast! ;_;! :)|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93286859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93286859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93286859' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93206692</id><published>2003-04-25T02:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T02:28:27.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BTW, I lost my Op in #shingetsu.Sad, sad life.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93206692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93206692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93206692' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-93206548</id><published>2003-04-25T02:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T02:25:28.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back.Wrote three poems {originally one} that their style is a bit different than my usual one. Hm. Cliche and Metaphor.I LOVE that combination. ^_^;;;I slept. And read. And ate. o_O That's about all I did. Passage by Cony Willis is GOOD. Kinda confusing, though. But hell, when a character DIES, can't she kill it properly? ~_~Artemis Fowl. Think about an action movie in a book.Some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93206548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/93206548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93206548' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92985108</id><published>2003-04-21T18:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T18:04:43.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>/me is dragged to a vecation she doesn't want to go on!Bye!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92985108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92985108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92985108' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92944068</id><published>2003-04-20T23:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:20:50.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had fun in the 'picnic' today.But came back only to find depession, and inferiority complex. &gt;_&lt;I feel like there's nothing good in me. ;_;That everyone and everything are better than me in everything.I don't find anything good in myself right now, either. &gt;_&lt;And I don't seem to find anything bad in a lot of other people, either . . .I doubt myself again.&gt;_&lt;I don't like myself. ;_;--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92944068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92944068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92944068' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92922499</id><published>2003-04-20T09:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T09:30:34.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picnic!Going on a picnic!Hurray!Fun!Fun!Fun!XDXDXD|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92922499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92922499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92922499' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92837187</id><published>2003-04-18T17:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T17:14:30.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purring Kitty.Have fun, girls. o_O|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92837187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92837187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92837187' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92832069</id><published>2003-04-18T14:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T14:32:01.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you might have noticed, I quit using C-Cat on IRC.It has no point anymore, and Koneko seems a bit . . . strange.So I'm going back to Naatz.|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92832069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92832069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92832069' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92800845</id><published>2003-04-18T00:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T00:29:52.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home.Had a lot of fun.Went away from some stress.I thought. And dscovered I was set with my mind through it all.I discovered that my own home stresses me.I SHOOK when we were on the way to the building. And it wasn't cold. I also could barely talk. Dad also drove like usually next to Frida's home . . . which didn't cheer me up. Did you know what the policewoman told me two years ago? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92800845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92800845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92800845' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92772331</id><published>2003-04-17T14:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T14:48:37.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y'know,It's hard for me to believe people actually -like- me.In this whole world, I believe that only three people {and three quarters} really like me. Doesn't matter really HOW. Just . . .My parents are two. We barely say anything, but I know they love me, and they know I love them. Simple as that.Third is my cousin. We touch a lot {not like that, pervs. ._.}, talk, and generally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92772331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92772331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92772331' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92671928</id><published>2003-04-15T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T23:44:40.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yiiiiiiiiiiiii.Blogging from here. &gt;_&lt; I really got depended on the Instant Messaging programs, you know.Anyhow.We talked.And talked.Each one venting over something. o_O;;Anyhow. We didn't talk for quite a bit.So we taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalked. So much fun! XDThe nights are the hardests. So I don't want to be alone. So I came here. ^^Hm. Her brother got into emergency room. His </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92671928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92671928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92671928' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92654261</id><published>2003-04-15T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T18:20:36.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to my cousin's- I still have to pack.I may not be online for a couple of days.I need to think.I need to talk to her.Going to my grandfather's after that. From there I might come online. Holiday. Passover.Sitting through the Seder . . .I hope I'll sleep. Eating seems no problem anymore. :\------------------------I guess I'm quieter. More subdued?Probably.Something did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92654261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92654261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92654261' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92640931</id><published>2003-04-15T13:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T13:02:27.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fourteen hours' difference.In Ohio.Waking up in five and fifteen minutes in the morning . . .Nathan's gone crazy.Waking up this early when he can actually sleep one more hour . . . is reidiculous.But it's so fun to tease him about it. XD XD XD----------------------Wai! I'm hungry!|Meduza|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92640931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92640931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92640931' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92632865</id><published>2003-04-15T08:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T08:41:03.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to my cousin this evening. Sleeping at her house. We'll do something. *shrugs* We haven't done something together in a while . . .Then I'm going to my grandfather's to celebrate the holiday.My break startes tomorrrow . . . or today, around five.I wonder.When I'm away, will I sleep the whole night again?Won't be sick just to hear the word 'food'?-----------------------------I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92632865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92632865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92632865' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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-3898436.post-92585159</id><published>2003-04-14T17:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T18:09:39.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it that causes someone like someone else?Or dislike him?If I met someone I don't know, I wouldn't feel connected to him.But if I knew him, he'd mean something to me. I don't say I'd like him . . . or hate him. I'd just simply recognize him.Why is it, that you like someone, and he likes someone else you dislike?Why does that happen?And why is it differently? That someone you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92585159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898436/posts/default/92585159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naatz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92585159' title=''/><author><name>Netta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488627835803680540</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>
