<?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-261329544720323639</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:42:40.068+02:00</updated><category term='designer'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='kleidung'/><category term='Zara'/><category term='topshop'/><title type='text'>Beating Heart Baby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-9215601431882115915</id><published>2009-09-18T16:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:03:45.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebenszeichen.</title><content type='html'>Fetsplatte hat sich verabschiedet. Kein Internet. Kein Blog. Kein gar nichts. Später dann wieder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-9215601431882115915?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/9215601431882115915/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=9215601431882115915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/9215601431882115915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/9215601431882115915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/09/lebenszeichen.html' title='Lebenszeichen.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-595811927186798155</id><published>2009-09-02T12:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:09:51.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or Don't</title><content type='html'>Ich tendiere zu Don't. Es sitzt nicht wirklich gut. Ratschläge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sp5NpF68dYI/AAAAAAAAASU/1jam1sRpC-E/s1600-h/leder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sp5NpF68dYI/AAAAAAAAASU/1jam1sRpC-E/s400/leder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820373486335362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Es ging zurück.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-595811927186798155?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/595811927186798155/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=595811927186798155&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/595811927186798155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/595811927186798155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-or-dont.html' title='Do or Don&apos;t'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sp5NpF68dYI/AAAAAAAAASU/1jam1sRpC-E/s72-c/leder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5905702023273529773</id><published>2009-09-01T20:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:44:07.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vom Tagebuch zum Webblog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sp1rJ6lOpiI/AAAAAAAAASM/5UsxfEtSdhE/s1600-h/panorama-lichthof-PNG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sp1rJ6lOpiI/AAAAAAAAASM/5UsxfEtSdhE/s400/panorama-lichthof-PNG.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376571348238640674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;a href="http://www.mfk-berlin.de/"&gt;Museum für Kommunikation in Berlin&lt;/a&gt; gibt es im Moment eine kleine Ausstellung zum Thema &lt;a href="http://www.mfk-berlin.de/nc/ausstellung/aktuelle-ausstellungen/details/events/165/p1/detail.html"&gt;vom Tagebuch zum Webblog&lt;/a&gt;. Sie ist zwar recht winzig, aber ganz nett gemacht, insbesondere die verschiedenen Zitate, die als Teppich zusammengefügt wurden, lassen einen die ganze Zeit auf de Boden guckend langschlendern. Wer also bei schlechtem Wetter nichts zu tun hat, sollte sich das ganze Museum einmal anschauen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5905702023273529773?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5905702023273529773/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5905702023273529773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5905702023273529773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5905702023273529773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SpeOZ0SA4QI/AAAAAAAAASE/ytHBvmba7UE/s1600-h/UDC66L6X5pq5ztp6TBOzyADoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SpeOZ0SA4QI/AAAAAAAAASE/ytHBvmba7UE/s400/UDC66L6X5pq5ztp6TBOzyADoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921254472048898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quelle hab ich leider nicht mehr&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-4138127613500128251?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/4138127613500128251/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Mascha Kaléko: Das sechste Leben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eine Katze hat neun&lt;br /&gt;Ich brachte es auf fünf&lt;br /&gt;Das erste war keines&lt;br /&gt;Aber das zählte fast doppelt.&lt;br /&gt;Angst, Hunger, Dunkel&lt;br /&gt;Dann kam die Liebe&lt;br /&gt;Und der Tag schien wieder möglich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leben Nummer zwei&lt;br /&gt;Bootfahrt auf dem Wasser&lt;br /&gt;Der Jugend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nummer drei begann, da hörte&lt;br /&gt;Nummer zwei auf.&lt;br /&gt;Sturm rüttelte am Dach&lt;br /&gt;Die Seidendecke zerriß&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wir lagen im Gras&lt;br /&gt;Deckten uns zu mit der weißten Wolke&lt;br /&gt;Auf blauem Grund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nummer vier begann damit, daß&lt;br /&gt;aus Zweien Drei wurden&lt;br /&gt;Es war ein Märchen&lt;br /&gt;Wunder schon zum Frühstück&lt;br /&gt;Und Zauber am Abend&lt;br /&gt;Wir ritten über das Weltmeer&lt;br /&gt;Trockenen Fußes&lt;br /&gt;Pfeile trafen dicht daneben&lt;br /&gt;Die Glut versengte uns nicht&lt;br /&gt;Wir flogen im Schatten der&lt;br /&gt;Schutzengel-Schwingen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle drei die Gott liebte.&lt;br /&gt;Dann nahm er uns das Kind&lt;br /&gt;Schon war es ein Mann geworden&lt;br /&gt;Ein Gott...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wieder allein, doch nicht&lt;br /&gt;Wie zuvor, da zwei zu sein genügte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8128180828159620434?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8128180828159620434/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8128180828159620434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8128180828159620434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8128180828159620434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/08/gedicht.html' title='Gedicht.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2761861332356894022</id><published>2009-08-09T14:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:57:24.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Sinnlosigkeiten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1520578418237103744</id><published>2009-08-06T08:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:52:57.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Augenzwinkern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-LDCno7FBY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-LDCno7FBY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1520578418237103744?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1520578418237103744/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1520578418237103744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1520578418237103744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1520578418237103744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/08/augenzwinkern.html' title='Augenzwinkern.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7290166269358940588</id><published>2009-07-30T13:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:03:47.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo. Hallo.</title><content type='html'>Ich hab im Moment nicht wirklich was zu sagen. Ich bin mit putzen beschäftigen. Schließlich sind eigentlich Hausarbeiten angesagt. Aber bei H&amp;M war ich trotzdem mal gucken. Es wurde der Onlineshop aufgestockt. Und ich bin ein bisschen verliebt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SnF-BroJn1I/AAAAAAAAARk/iqx7lwD9sR0/s1600-h/leder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SnF-BroJn1I/AAAAAAAAARk/iqx7lwD9sR0/s400/leder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364207198531067730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7290166269358940588?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7290166269358940588/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7290166269358940588&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7290166269358940588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7290166269358940588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallo-hallo.html' title='Hallo. Hallo.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SnF-BroJn1I/AAAAAAAAARk/iqx7lwD9sR0/s72-c/leder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7121796841264801888</id><published>2009-07-23T17:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:27:28.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>230709</title><content type='html'>Ein Tag in der Bibliothek, die neuerdings nicht mehr jeden reinlässt, obwohl unheimlich viel Platz war. Wie ein schlechter In- Club. Aber es war schön kühl dort und das erklärt auch die relativ langen Ärmel. Morgen gehts zum Friseur, den Pony nachschneiden. Ich hoffe mir bleiben diesmal Nervenzusammenbrüche erspart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmiA__uEYeI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xw3JlCfQzIw/s1600-h/230709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmiA__uEYeI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xw3JlCfQzIw/s400/230709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361677193309348322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7121796841264801888?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7121796841264801888/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7121796841264801888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7121796841264801888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7121796841264801888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/230709.html' title='230709'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmiA__uEYeI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xw3JlCfQzIw/s72-c/230709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7993763606107493779</id><published>2009-07-22T17:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:23:20.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>220709</title><content type='html'>Eigentlich hatte ich vor heute in der Bibliothek zu sitzen. Dann war ich aber doch draußen. Das Tshirt war ein Geschenk, mir ist New York nicht soooooooooooo sehr am Herzen, wie es scheint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmcuiUGCA3I/AAAAAAAAARU/6ZbcQvIFpFk/s1600-h/220709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmcuiUGCA3I/AAAAAAAAARU/6ZbcQvIFpFk/s400/220709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361305048452301682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7993763606107493779?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7993763606107493779/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7993763606107493779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7993763606107493779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7993763606107493779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/220709.html' title='220709'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmcuiUGCA3I/AAAAAAAAARU/6ZbcQvIFpFk/s72-c/220709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8619181066234261074</id><published>2009-07-20T21:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:54:14.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balkongeranien.</title><content type='html'>Heute wurde ich von einem herabfallenden Blumenkasten getroffen. Nach halben Herzinfarkt und ärztlicher Untersuchung bin ich mit einer Prellung davon gekommen. Ich frage mich, wieso einige Menschen solche Idioten sind und ihre Töpfe nicht sichern können. Ihr wollt Blumen, zieht aufs Land. Ist nicht mein Tag heute. Mal schauen, was die Woche noch bringt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heutiges Outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmTLP8Mp5AI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQ0Zcz8xzm8/s1600-h/200709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmTLP8Mp5AI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQ0Zcz8xzm8/s400/200709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360632931195413506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8619181066234261074?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8619181066234261074/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8619181066234261074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8619181066234261074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8619181066234261074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/balkongeranien.html' title='Balkongeranien.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SmTLP8Mp5AI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQ0Zcz8xzm8/s72-c/200709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-9147312375821655253</id><published>2009-07-15T19:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:35:49.458+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Musik.</title><content type='html'>Im Moment höre ich wieder oft die Pipettes. Schade, dass da nichts Neues mehr kommt. Hübsches Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDs0_xw5Po0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDs0_xw5Po0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-9147312375821655253?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/9147312375821655253/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=9147312375821655253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/9147312375821655253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/9147312375821655253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/musik.html' title='Musik.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-40542687692094600</id><published>2009-07-14T19:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:39:11.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me like Sid James.</title><content type='html'>Da ich im Moment eher nicht so gute Laune habe, hab ich mich heute in mein Sid James Shirt geschwungen. Ich glaube ich kenne niemanden weiter, der die &lt;i&gt;Carry on&lt;/i&gt; Serie aus England mag. Ich kann dabei immer schmunzeln und Sid James war einer meiner Lieblingsdarsteller in den Folgen. Der Humor ist so schön britisch. Heute konnte ich beim Blick in den Spiegel wenigstens schmunzeln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlzCViT29II/AAAAAAAAARE/X5NINdkar90/s1600-h/140709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlzCViT29II/AAAAAAAAARE/X5NINdkar90/s400/140709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358371331907187842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-40542687692094600?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/40542687692094600/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=40542687692094600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/40542687692094600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/40542687692094600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-like-sid-james.html' title='Me like Sid James.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlzCViT29II/AAAAAAAAARE/X5NINdkar90/s72-c/140709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8081631167954642111</id><published>2009-07-13T19:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:56:31.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunt.</title><content type='html'>Heute habe ich endlich das letzte Essay dieses Semester vollendet und kann mich jetzt voller Freude auf die anstehenden Hausarbeiten stürzen und in den restlichen Seminaren nur noch durch körperliche Anwesenheit glänzen, da ich mir jetzt schon den Kopf zerbreche, wie ich schnellst möglich mit all dem Papierkram fertig werde. Ich sollte dafür wohl in die Bibliothek ziehen und mich dort vom Internet abstöpseln lassen. Gemeine Erfindung mit den Computern in der UB.&lt;br /&gt;Heute war es ziemlich warm draußen und ich habe ein bisschen in den Strumpfhosen gelitten. Ich mag das Kleid. Es ist so bunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Slt0rsA59jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iDAHoK8SJGg/s1600-h/130709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Slt0rsA59jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iDAHoK8SJGg/s400/130709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358004475585492530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8081631167954642111?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8081631167954642111/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8081631167954642111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8081631167954642111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8081631167954642111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/bunt.html' title='Bunt.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Slt0rsA59jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iDAHoK8SJGg/s72-c/130709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2075499626020789885</id><published>2009-07-12T19:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:02:45.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Für dich.</title><content type='html'>Ich mag Katy Perry nicht so besonders. Aber ich glaube "ur so gay" hat sie für dich geschrieben. Sie muss dich auch mal getroffen haben. Du benutzt zwar kein Myspace und hörst lieber Bach als Mozart, aber sonst sagt es alles. Das Fass ist voll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3etdA3K-qGY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3etdA3K-qGY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2075499626020789885?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2075499626020789885/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2075499626020789885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2075499626020789885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2075499626020789885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/fur-dich.html' title='Für dich.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2078341123417663978</id><published>2009-07-11T19:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:40:26.011+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samstagabend.</title><content type='html'>Ich will Spaß. Allen ein schönes Wochenende. Ich geh feiern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SljOeM9j78I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cP-fxE7arVI/s1600-h/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SljOeM9j78I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cP-fxE7arVI/s400/ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357258775028035522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2078341123417663978?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2078341123417663978/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2078341123417663978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2078341123417663978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2078341123417663978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/samstagabend.html' title='Samstagabend.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SljOeM9j78I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cP-fxE7arVI/s72-c/ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-4945096066849459525</id><published>2009-07-10T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:59:02.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate.</title><content type='html'>Ich mag ihre Filme. Sie erinnert mich an meine Mutter in jungen Jahren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SldlIf3f3vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zyfyarboBVs/s1600-h/Katharine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SldlIf3f3vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zyfyarboBVs/s400/Katharine1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356861478448127730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SldlIPu99dI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6s4sgAdcly0/s1600-h/KatherineHepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SldlIPu99dI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6s4sgAdcly0/s400/KatherineHepburn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356861474117383634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-4945096066849459525?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/4945096066849459525/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=4945096066849459525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4945096066849459525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4945096066849459525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/kate.html' title='Kate.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SldlIf3f3vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zyfyarboBVs/s72-c/Katharine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6381652051084830335</id><published>2009-07-08T21:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:45:57.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That Cocknbullkid.</title><content type='html'>Sie trägr wohl mal verdammt coole Sitzschuhe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNC3zHFeShg&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNC3zHFeShg&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6381652051084830335?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6381652051084830335/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6381652051084830335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6381652051084830335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6381652051084830335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-cocknbullkid.html' title='That Cocknbullkid.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8460858052311266792</id><published>2009-07-07T18:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:08:13.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>070709</title><content type='html'>Es ist zu warm. Es ist zu viel zu tun. Ich habe keine Lust irgendwas in die Öffentlichkeit zu brüllen. Ich will, dass es kühler wird und die Semesterferien anfangen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlNytkN3j_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/v1NveEFvo9I/s1600-h/070709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlNytkN3j_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/v1NveEFvo9I/s400/070709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355750509015175154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8460858052311266792?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8460858052311266792/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8460858052311266792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8460858052311266792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8460858052311266792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/07/070709.html' title='070709'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SlNytkN3j_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/v1NveEFvo9I/s72-c/070709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6890306335196874009</id><published>2009-06-30T22:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:39:25.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>Ich glaube das wird bunt und überdreht. Typisch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33xwmpbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VqYRdxqFaY4/s1600-h/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33xwmpbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VqYRdxqFaY4/s400/johnny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353222907216962994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33is54cI/AAAAAAAAAQM/72EYq1MLnXk/s1600-h/helena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33is54cI/AAAAAAAAAQM/72EYq1MLnXk/s400/helena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353222903174914498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33SOKi_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DiwsRNYs1Go/s1600-h/anne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33SOKi_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DiwsRNYs1Go/s400/anne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353222898751015922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33Tf0mGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i7ELzbviEgc/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33Tf0mGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i7ELzbviEgc/s400/alice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353222899093510242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;via Google&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6890306335196874009?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6890306335196874009/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6890306335196874009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6890306335196874009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6890306335196874009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Skp33xwmpbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VqYRdxqFaY4/s72-c/johnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-975926770278578283</id><published>2009-06-27T11:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:55:09.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wochenende.</title><content type='html'>Ich sitze an Essay, Referat und Sitzungsprotokoll. Heute Abend wird getanzt. Bis dahin, höre ich ein bisschen Ebony Bones. Sehr ausdrucksstarke Künstlerin...&lt;i&gt;cause all we got is each other and the music to keep us warm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy5fiIbbnPU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy5fiIbbnPU&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-975926770278578283?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/975926770278578283/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=975926770278578283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/975926770278578283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/975926770278578283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/wochenende_27.html' title='Wochenende.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1873114899920726894</id><published>2009-06-24T19:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:22:05.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Manieren.</title><content type='html'>Im Moment bin ich immer ziemlich angenervt von dem Verhalten meiner Mitmenschen im öffentlichen Nahverkehr. Ich kann nicht verstehe, wie der gemeine Student es erklären will, dass er im Gegensatz zu Omis, Schwangeren oder Frauen mit Kind vorne hängend, sitzen muss. Da wird geschubst und gedrängelt. Habe ich es verpasst, dass STudieren körperlich so anstrengend ist? Ist mein Studium das Einzige in dem Mann nicht morgens schon ermattet ist bevor es überhaupt losgegangen ist? Wieso ist man nicht mehr in der Lage körperlich eingeschränkten Menschen Platz zu machen? In den Momenten wünsche ich solchen Leute auch irgendwann mal ein Problem bei dem dann auch niemand aufsteht und höfflich ist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heute war es schon wärmer und es war Zeit für ein Kleid. Ist das eigentlich zu kurz oder geht es so für den tagtäglichen Studiumsverkehr???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkJgpJ_tzmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9VcyQdIjQCo/s1600-h/240609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkJgpJ_tzmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9VcyQdIjQCo/s400/240609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945567443635810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1873114899920726894?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1873114899920726894/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1873114899920726894&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1873114899920726894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1873114899920726894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/manieren.html' title='Manieren.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkJgpJ_tzmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9VcyQdIjQCo/s72-c/240609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-496677071355178354</id><published>2009-06-23T15:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:02:58.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick.</title><content type='html'>Was macht &lt;i&gt;frau&lt;/i&gt; mit Liebeskummer? Schuhe kaufen. Gut ich hab geonlineshoppt. Sie machen mich ein bisschen glücklicher, so glücklich wie Konsum halt über einen Mann hinwegtrösten kann.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Was macht ihr gegen Frustration durch Männer? Ratschläge ohne Fressanfälle erwünscht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkDgWYG1knI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tbJtj1V8w_8/s1600-h/coralschuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkDgWYG1knI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tbJtj1V8w_8/s400/coralschuh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350523032349020786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-496677071355178354?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/496677071355178354/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=496677071355178354&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/496677071355178354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/496677071355178354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SkDgWYG1knI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tbJtj1V8w_8/s72-c/coralschuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-732867300757004699</id><published>2009-06-22T20:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:33:36.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blümerant.</title><content type='html'>Die Erkältung wird nicht besser, trotzdem hat heute wieder die Uni gerufen. Ich fühl mich viel zu dick für das Outfit. Nicht schön.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sj_OZVEU9RI/AAAAAAAAAPk/s3_4bfRNGIs/s1600-h/220609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sj_OZVEU9RI/AAAAAAAAAPk/s3_4bfRNGIs/s400/220609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350221816886785298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-732867300757004699?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/732867300757004699/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=732867300757004699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/732867300757004699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/732867300757004699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/blumerant.html' title='Blümerant.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sj_OZVEU9RI/AAAAAAAAAPk/s3_4bfRNGIs/s72-c/220609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6035194115742009976</id><published>2009-06-20T09:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:40:37.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjySSWIgaNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WrX4BsBbPtw/s1600-h/inspi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjySSWIgaNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WrX4BsBbPtw/s400/inspi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349311301285865682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6035194115742009976?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6035194115742009976/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6035194115742009976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6035194115742009976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6035194115742009976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjySSWIgaNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WrX4BsBbPtw/s72-c/inspi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2076245539261107298</id><published>2009-06-19T11:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:22:30.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesen: Fallada</title><content type='html'>Das Schöne und Praktische am Kranksein ist die Möglichkeit endlich mal wieder ein bisschen im Bett zu lesen, etwas was man viel zu selten macht. Ich habe vor Kurzem eine neue Liebe gefunden: Hans Fallada. Ein, meiner Meinung nach, viel zu wenig beachteter deutscher Autor der ersten Hälfte des 20. Jahrhunderts und da viel zu viele Menschen zu wenig lesen, schreibe ich heute über ihn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjtYijYG0vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YpzG9ylB-F0/s1600-h/fallada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjtYijYG0vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YpzG9ylB-F0/s400/fallada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348966333067743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Werk, das mich gerade so verzaubert hat und leider schon ausgelesen ist nennt sich „Altes Herz geht auf die Reise“ und spielt in einem kleinen Dorf im Jahre 1912. Ein alter Professor wird von seinem verwaisten Patenkind gerufen, um ihr zu helfen den väterlichen Hof aus den Händen ihrer Pflegeeltern zu reißen. Der Professor ist schusselig,  das Mädchen eine geborene Anführerin, die Jungs des Dorfes ehrenhaft. Man fühlt sich um Jahrzehnte zurück versetzt und wird vom Charme Norddeutschlands gefangen genommen. Die gesamte Unschuld, die dieses Buch durchzieht hat mich einen Moment alle Probleme des Alltages vergessen lassen. Es wird nichts für Vampirfreunde sein und nicht für „pseudointellektuelle“ Kafka-Leser, aber für jeden der ein gutes Stück Literatur schätzt, das in seiner Einfachheit einlullt und liebhat. Fallada wird so schnell mein Herz und mein Bücherregal nicht verlassen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/Altes-Herz-geht-auf-Reise/dp/3746653312/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1245402753&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Bildquelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2076245539261107298?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2076245539261107298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2076245539261107298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2076245539261107298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2076245539261107298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesen-fallada.html' title='Lesen: Fallada'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjtYijYG0vI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YpzG9ylB-F0/s72-c/fallada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1333201448649153236</id><published>2009-06-17T19:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:51:44.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mittwoch.</title><content type='html'>Danke für die Genesungswünsche. Heute habe ich das Haus nur verlassen, um zur Apotheke zu stiefeln. Es ist nicht schön bei dem Wetter krank zu sein und einen Sonnenbrille zu haben, weil es viel zu hell ist für die gebeutelte Seele. Ich hatte heute den ganzen Tag mein Lieblingsshirt an, damit ich bis zum Wochenende auch wieder schön fit bin. Viel scharfe Suppe und Tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjktIWpcybI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B26D1lhC1Lo/s1600-h/170609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjktIWpcybI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B26D1lhC1Lo/s400/170609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348355654020811186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1333201448649153236?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1333201448649153236/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1333201448649153236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1333201448649153236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1333201448649153236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/mittwoch.html' title='Mittwoch.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjktIWpcybI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B26D1lhC1Lo/s72-c/170609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7130224365228806964</id><published>2009-06-16T19:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:16:06.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe.</title><content type='html'>Ich werde krank. Mist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjfTHua-nbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B5NZUXN2XZA/s1600-h/160609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjfTHua-nbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B5NZUXN2XZA/s400/160609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347975212199484850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7130224365228806964?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7130224365228806964/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7130224365228806964&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7130224365228806964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7130224365228806964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/fringe.html' title='Fringe.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjfTHua-nbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B5NZUXN2XZA/s72-c/160609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-102501286215317392</id><published>2009-06-15T17:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:44:20.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;M</title><content type='html'>Ein H&amp;M Divided Exclusive Kleid, was wieder nach Hause geschickt wird. Es hängt wie ein Sack und gibt mich nicht wieder. Geht es mir nur so oder sind die Sachen der Linie generell alle etwas groß geschnitten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjZsQ5HMmBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xbUzCRWzTLU/s1600-h/pailetten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjZsQ5HMmBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xbUzCRWzTLU/s400/pailetten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347580645013755922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-102501286215317392?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/102501286215317392/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=102501286215317392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/102501286215317392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/102501286215317392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/h.html' title='H&amp;M'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SjZsQ5HMmBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xbUzCRWzTLU/s72-c/pailetten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5301672677625163585</id><published>2009-06-13T17:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:14:10.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wochenende.</title><content type='html'>Ich war diese Woche nicht in der Stimmung irgendetwas zu dokumentieren. Jetzt habe ich endlich all meinen Unikram fertig bekommen und muss nur noch lesen. Heute Abend wird gefeiert. Ein bisschen gute Laune Musik bis dahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4DV-5d6a5g&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4DV-5d6a5g&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5301672677625163585?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5301672677625163585/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5301672677625163585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5301672677625163585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5301672677625163585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/wochenende.html' title='Wochenende.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3710077105867851196</id><published>2009-06-09T21:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:57:48.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>Für alle die Karl Lagerfeld mögen, kommt heute Abend ab 22.45Uhr auf ZDF ein 75min Interview mit Johannes B. Kerner. Wird sicher Kernereske, aber da kann man durch müssen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si6-occZ9jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z0PWgZqOZTs/s1600-h/karl_lagerfeld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si6-occZ9jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z0PWgZqOZTs/s400/karl_lagerfeld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345419409774736946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;via Google&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3710077105867851196?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3710077105867851196/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3710077105867851196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3710077105867851196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3710077105867851196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/lagerfeld.html' title='Lagerfeld'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si6-occZ9jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z0PWgZqOZTs/s72-c/karl_lagerfeld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8899911066178247045</id><published>2009-06-08T18:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:34:59.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>080609</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si09q9I_mEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7YyjoxoIQ6A/s1600-h/080609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si09q9I_mEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7YyjoxoIQ6A/s400/080609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344996140934731842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8899911066178247045?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8899911066178247045/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8899911066178247045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8899911066178247045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8899911066178247045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/080609.html' title='080609'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Si09q9I_mEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7YyjoxoIQ6A/s72-c/080609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2013458148045191343</id><published>2009-06-07T11:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:48:05.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Springfield</title><content type='html'>Es regnet. Dusty passt zur Stimmung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiuMvUQTaKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-qXhzAW3fRU/s1600-h/Dusty_Springfield_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiuMvUQTaKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-qXhzAW3fRU/s400/Dusty_Springfield_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344520127324055714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiuMvFiGsyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lRL00jFUpfA/s1600-h/172503~Dusty-Springfield-Posters-716633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiuMvFiGsyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lRL00jFUpfA/s400/172503~Dusty-Springfield-Posters-716633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344520123372188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR4vE9xL3yk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR4vE9xL3yk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2013458148045191343?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2013458148045191343/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2013458148045191343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2013458148045191343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2013458148045191343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/dusty-springfield.html' title='Dusty Springfield'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiuMvUQTaKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-qXhzAW3fRU/s72-c/Dusty_Springfield_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-4150270952325894039</id><published>2009-06-04T19:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:40:04.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SigG0AsqNwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LV0yj9IPusg/s1600-h/Wound%252011%5B1%5D_04_09-00499-LOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Morgen soll es ja wieder unheimlich abkühlen. &lt;br /&gt;Ich hab mich heute gefragt, wieso es Frauen gibt die ernsthaft Leggings unter Shorts anziehen?! Nicht schön und sinnlos, oder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiVI8ZvNoKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SpSfMcE976c/s1600-h/020609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiVI8ZvNoKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SpSfMcE976c/s400/020609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756735483224226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6928751048874135869?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6928751048874135869/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6928751048874135869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6928751048874135869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6928751048874135869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/020609.html' title='020609'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiVI8ZvNoKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SpSfMcE976c/s72-c/020609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6748126403372312761</id><published>2009-06-01T19:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:35:37.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samstag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiQRZOyDdcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6r_0_CxovJ4/s1600-h/coral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiQRZOyDdcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6r_0_CxovJ4/s400/coral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342414183130691010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6748126403372312761?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6748126403372312761/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6748126403372312761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6748126403372312761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6748126403372312761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/06/samstag.html' title='Samstag.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiQRZOyDdcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6r_0_CxovJ4/s72-c/coral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-4888306608212963489</id><published>2009-05-30T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:23:41.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Paul Belmondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7EYxNRkI/AAAAAAAAANs/fQ6RpA7pDII/s1600-h/belmondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7EYxNRkI/AAAAAAAAANs/fQ6RpA7pDII/s400/belmondo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341545210848298562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7EGWc3QI/AAAAAAAAANk/NqmVdnUjcu4/s1600-h/belmondo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7EGWc3QI/AAAAAAAAANk/NqmVdnUjcu4/s400/belmondo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341545205904235778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7Dz9qi3I/AAAAAAAAANc/z7uvpnp0bag/s1600-h/belmondo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7Dz9qi3I/AAAAAAAAANc/z7uvpnp0bag/s400/belmondo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341545200968436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-4888306608212963489?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/4888306608212963489/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=4888306608212963489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4888306608212963489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4888306608212963489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/jean-paul-belmondo.html' title='Jean Paul Belmondo'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SiD7EYxNRkI/AAAAAAAAANs/fQ6RpA7pDII/s72-c/belmondo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-710394231904462823</id><published>2009-05-29T07:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:33:34.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Show him what I've got...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh9zheUByUI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEWeCVmyRac/s1600-h/gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh9zheUByUI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEWeCVmyRac/s400/gaga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114701994641730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh9zbRXXitI/AAAAAAAAANM/PF8llJh4R-A/s1600-h/gaga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh9zbRXXitI/AAAAAAAAANM/PF8llJh4R-A/s400/gaga2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341114595439774418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com"&gt;Quelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-710394231904462823?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/710394231904462823/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=710394231904462823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/710394231904462823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/710394231904462823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-him-what-ive-got.html' title='Show him what I&apos;ve got...'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh9zheUByUI/AAAAAAAAANU/dEWeCVmyRac/s72-c/gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3639704790235381393</id><published>2009-05-28T18:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:22:53.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>Wenn ich mir das Rumgeheule von so mancheiner dürren "Bloggerin" so durchlese, fühle ich mich heute wie ein riesiger Elefant. Ich glaube eure Probleme hätte ich manchmal gerne. Heute war Bibliothektag mit Regenwetter, heißt Hose hat wundervoll abgefärbt. Frage mich wie oft ich die waschen muss, dass die schwarz bleibt, aber keine schwarzen Beine mehr macht. Na ja, macht schlank. *höhö* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh657H1kWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xdNFG5HZicI/s1600-h/280509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh657H1kWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xdNFG5HZicI/s400/280509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340910633475136034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3639704790235381393?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3639704790235381393/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3639704790235381393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3639704790235381393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3639704790235381393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh657H1kWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xdNFG5HZicI/s72-c/280509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2708387751488320647</id><published>2009-05-27T23:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:46:51.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bald ist wieder Wochenende. Langes Wochenende. Tanzen. Doch jetzt ins Bett. Ach, Tiga. Frauenlied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE2B8PfsvGk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE2B8PfsvGk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2708387751488320647?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2708387751488320647/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2708387751488320647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2708387751488320647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2708387751488320647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/bald-ist-wieder-wochenende.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5747776671301468152</id><published>2009-05-27T20:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:15:28.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>270509</title><content type='html'>Endlich mal ein Abend ohne Uniaufgaben. Gut, ich mache einfach keine. Ich brauche einmal Ruhe. Morgen hat mich die Bibliothek wieder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh2DG9VEjfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0FOmlv_6iw/s1600-h/270509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh2DG9VEjfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0FOmlv_6iw/s400/270509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568888696671730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5747776671301468152?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5747776671301468152/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5747776671301468152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5747776671301468152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5747776671301468152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/270509.html' title='270509'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sh2DG9VEjfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X0FOmlv_6iw/s72-c/270509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5508849316686764728</id><published>2009-05-26T20:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:54:19.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Rain.</title><content type='html'>Heute morgen fand ich es noch gut. Jetzt nicht mehr.Kamera hat auch einen Schaden. :( Empfehlungen für eine Neue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shw6uW2nMvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sX9yjgpzJZs/s1600-h/2605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shw6uW2nMvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sX9yjgpzJZs/s400/2605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207826237600498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5508849316686764728?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5508849316686764728/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5508849316686764728&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5508849316686764728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5508849316686764728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple-rain.html' title='Purple Rain.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shw6uW2nMvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sX9yjgpzJZs/s72-c/2605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1528333089885888755</id><published>2009-05-25T20:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:36:38.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Musik: Gustav</title><content type='html'>Habe ich erst vor kurzem entdecken dürfen. Muss ich mit euch teilen. &lt;br /&gt;Gustav: Alles renkt sich wieder ein. Einfach nur schön. Großartige deutsche Künsterlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h73gBeLi1KY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h73gBeLi1KY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1528333089885888755?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1528333089885888755/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1528333089885888755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1528333089885888755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1528333089885888755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/musik-gustav.html' title='Musik: Gustav'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-4204647587263281935</id><published>2009-05-25T20:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:34:25.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Jahre Bundesrepublik: 80er</title><content type='html'>Jetzt befinde ich mich schon in einem Jahrzehnt, dass man gar nicht großartig erklären muss, da sich modisch im Moment alles wiederholt. Neonfarben, Schulterpolster, Tüll und Vokuhilas (obwohl die wohl nur in Spanien und bei coolen Berlin-Mitte Menschen noch was reißen). Man kam natürlich Stiltechnisch nicht um Nena herum, die quasi die Stilikone Westdeutschland war, na ja für mich. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShrjyBslLXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/claMUzeeh5A/s1600-h/nena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShrjyBslLXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/claMUzeeh5A/s400/nena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830756789529970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und natürlich für die DDR, Nina Hagen, obwohl das Bild wohl eher aus den 70ern ist, ist sie mich trotzdem noch eine 80er DDR Ikone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShrkMnZpEBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U2EM2zPGMq0/s1600-h/nina_hagen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShrkMnZpEBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U2EM2zPGMq0/s400/nina_hagen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339831213587238930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die 80er haben viel bewegt. In der DDR wurde viel rebelliert. Die Punkbewegung bekam ihren Höhepunkt. Jugendkultur war noch nie so bunt wie in den 80ern. Punks, Popper, Goths. Alles war bunt und laut. Eine gute Vorbereitung für die 90er!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-4204647587263281935?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/4204647587263281935/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=4204647587263281935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4204647587263281935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4204647587263281935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-jahre-bundesrepublik-80er.html' title='60 Jahre Bundesrepublik: 80er'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShrjyBslLXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/claMUzeeh5A/s72-c/nena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-93921187520128051</id><published>2009-05-24T21:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:20:59.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ich bin soooooo müde, deshalb ein Bild vom Wochenende. Ein ABend an dem ich eine Freundin verkuppeln wollte. Ist danach entstanden, hatte aber mein ganzes Bling Bling schon abgemacht. Und jetzt ins Bett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shmd-b1gLQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/00_3REA0898/s1600-h/kuppeln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shmd-b1gLQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/00_3REA0898/s400/kuppeln.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339472529174048002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-93921187520128051?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/93921187520128051/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=93921187520128051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/93921187520128051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/93921187520128051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-bin-soooooo-mude-deshalb-ein-bild.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Shmd-b1gLQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/00_3REA0898/s72-c/kuppeln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6303089022180182042</id><published>2009-05-23T15:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:31:45.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Jahre BRD: Die 70er</title><content type='html'>Heute wird die BRD wirklich 60. Horst Köhler ist wieder Bundespräsident und ich habe einen Haufen für die Uni zu schreiben. Aus diesem Grund als heutige Erinnerung an die 70er für DER FILM überhaupt. Der schönste Liebesfilm den es je gab!! Ich lasse da auch nicht mit mir diskutieren. &lt;i&gt;Die Legende von Paul und Paula&lt;/i&gt; sollte jeder gesehen haben. Aus diesem Grund der opening title des Films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waIfMlKXBf8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waIfMlKXBf8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6303089022180182042?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6303089022180182042/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6303089022180182042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6303089022180182042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6303089022180182042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-jahre-brd-die-70er.html' title='60 Jahre BRD: Die 70er'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6829762735724225582</id><published>2009-05-22T18:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:20:29.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Jahre BRD: 60er Jahre</title><content type='html'>Heute in den 60ern. Deutschland wird geteilt. 1961 wird die Mauer errichtet. Ab nun entwickelt sich die Mode ein wenig unterschiedlich. Bekommt man im Westen quasi alles, muss man im Osten oft selbst nähen. Ich glaube deshalb kann jeder in meiner Familie nähen, gut außer mir. ;) Es war eine Zeit des Umbruchs. Sei es politisch und gesellschaftlich oder modisch und musikalisch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOSl-9OkI/AAAAAAAAALo/EsDzCUWzhZg/s1600-h/60er2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOSl-9OkI/AAAAAAAAALo/EsDzCUWzhZg/s400/60er2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338681227123440194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOSeJpwhI/AAAAAAAAALg/9-tK9HLDnZU/s1600-h/60er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOSeJpwhI/AAAAAAAAALg/9-tK9HLDnZU/s400/60er.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338681225020817938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Minirock wird erfunden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOoeIWcII/AAAAAAAAALw/4PTGddpijjQ/s1600-h/Minirock_HP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOoeIWcII/AAAAAAAAALw/4PTGddpijjQ/s400/Minirock_HP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338681602972479618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neben dem Mauerbau gab 1962 die große Elbeflut, 1968 die großen Studentendemos und leider auch den Conterganskandal.&lt;br /&gt;Meine persönliche Ikone der 60er, auch wenn sie schon früher Karriere machte, ich sie aber in diesem Jahrzehnt einfach am Schönsten fand: Hildegard Knef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbQhmwKAJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QRe5Bz2Qz8A/s1600-h/hilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbQhmwKAJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QRe5Bz2Qz8A/s400/hilde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338683684051091602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6829762735724225582?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6829762735724225582/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6829762735724225582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6829762735724225582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6829762735724225582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-jahre-brd-60er-jahre.html' title='60 Jahre BRD: 60er Jahre'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShbOSl-9OkI/AAAAAAAAALo/EsDzCUWzhZg/s72-c/60er2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3240595700964749679</id><published>2009-05-21T14:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:02:58.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Jahre BRD: Die 50er</title><content type='html'>Heute eine Erinnerung an die 50er Jahre. Zeit des wirtschaftlichen Aufschwungs, Zeit der ersten Jugendbewegungen, wie z. B. die Halbstarken, die im Film "Berlin. Ecke Schönhauser" wundervoll dargestellt werden. Ich kann den Film empfehlen, wenn jemand Interesse am Berlin vor dem Mauerbau hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVPqgcRVOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-dSXWIneiiw/s1600-h/film50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVPqgcRVOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-dSXWIneiiw/s400/film50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338260524999202018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Modisch gab es auch Petticoats und Bleistiftröcke in Deutschland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQIPyMKGI/AAAAAAAAALI/3PsOhCpympc/s1600-h/50er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQIPyMKGI/AAAAAAAAALI/3PsOhCpympc/s400/50er.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338261035923810402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine persönliche deutsche Ikone des Jahrzehnts ist Nadja Tiller, die durch den Film "Das Mädchen Rosemarie" den Durchbruch schaffte. Ein skandalöser Film im Nachkriegsberlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQ5Z10rmI/AAAAAAAAALY/QE-Zcjwm36c/s1600-h/rosemarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQ5Z10rmI/AAAAAAAAALY/QE-Zcjwm36c/s400/rosemarie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338261880436993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQ5DI-p6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/40nJ6gZTUnI/s1600-h/nadjatiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVQ5DI-p6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/40nJ6gZTUnI/s400/nadjatiller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338261874343323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3240595700964749679?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3240595700964749679/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3240595700964749679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3240595700964749679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3240595700964749679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-jahre-brd-die-50er.html' title='60 Jahre BRD: Die 50er'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShVPqgcRVOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-dSXWIneiiw/s72-c/film50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1767415295777998993</id><published>2009-05-20T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:45:36.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Jahre.</title><content type='html'>Deutschland wird 60. Gut halb und halb. Westdeutschland wird 60. Aus diesem Grund lasse ich einfach ein paar Modebilder die nächsten Tage Revue passieren. Und ich beginne mit den 40ern, auch wenn es sich bloß um das läppische Jahr 1949 handelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShRdsrDHxXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zlRR8t1AMKg/s1600-h/40er2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShRdsrDHxXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zlRR8t1AMKg/s400/40er2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337994480392324466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShRdsYBkzaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cQ2PfgTvPuo/s1600-h/40er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShRdsYBkzaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cQ2PfgTvPuo/s400/40er.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337994475285564834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1767415295777998993?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1767415295777998993/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1767415295777998993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1767415295777998993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1767415295777998993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-jahre.html' title='60 Jahre.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShRdsrDHxXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zlRR8t1AMKg/s72-c/40er2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1847867782317602031</id><published>2009-05-19T20:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:55:49.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Night Out.</title><content type='html'>Nachtrag vom Wochenende. Freitagabend. Geburtstag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShMAqS2UP9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ogFwHsq5Dak/s1600-h/birthdaygrrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShMAqS2UP9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ogFwHsq5Dak/s400/birthdaygrrl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337610709978333138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1847867782317602031?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1847867782317602031/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1847867782317602031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1847867782317602031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1847867782317602031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-night-out.html' title='Birthday Night Out.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShMAqS2UP9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ogFwHsq5Dak/s72-c/birthdaygrrl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-4979855247250375882</id><published>2009-05-18T19:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:51:56.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This could have been love.</title><content type='html'>Zu groß. Doof. Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShGgKTNgKNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Bc_c5YgL1G4/s1600-h/schade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShGgKTNgKNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Bc_c5YgL1G4/s400/schade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337223132226791634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-4979855247250375882?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/4979855247250375882/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=4979855247250375882&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4979855247250375882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/4979855247250375882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-could-have-been-love.html' title='This could have been love.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShGgKTNgKNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Bc_c5YgL1G4/s72-c/schade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3087198533380738172</id><published>2009-05-18T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:49:17.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShE9Fm7wgmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Db0SUQD8xhQ/s1600-h/sunday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShE9Fm7wgmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Db0SUQD8xhQ/s400/sunday.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114199970579042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3087198533380738172?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3087198533380738172/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3087198533380738172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3087198533380738172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3087198533380738172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like.html' title='I feel like.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ShE9Fm7wgmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Db0SUQD8xhQ/s72-c/sunday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-605389925287946517</id><published>2009-05-17T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:19:43.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg_WlDfHOFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WtbnEs8KfT4/s1600-h/pinkshoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg_WlDfHOFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WtbnEs8KfT4/s400/pinkshoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336720015536633938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.de"&gt;via google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-605389925287946517?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/605389925287946517/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=605389925287946517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/605389925287946517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/605389925287946517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/candy.html' title='Candy.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg_WlDfHOFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WtbnEs8KfT4/s72-c/pinkshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6427009933736128248</id><published>2009-05-15T16:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:24:39.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;M Lookbook Autumn Winter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg163BVWz_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/bFGY6ZIWO5Q/s1600-h/hm105814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg163BVWz_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/bFGY6ZIWO5Q/s400/hm105814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056219173310450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16ynC59KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Gaw-LkJ8yVc/s1600-h/hm105818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16ynC59KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Gaw-LkJ8yVc/s400/hm105818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056143397123234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16ynOQ9GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Eklk31D6WqM/s1600-h/hm105819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16ynOQ9GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Eklk31D6WqM/s400/hm105819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056143444767842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yVgJYHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qob4Xe9MGjU/s1600-h/hm105820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yVgJYHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qob4Xe9MGjU/s400/hm105820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056138687930482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yetqa-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bR3ruPVEjas/s1600-h/hm105821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yetqa-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bR3ruPVEjas/s400/hm105821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056141160541154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yBcizxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7dnRUQ8O0Qg/s1600-h/hm105823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg16yBcizxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7dnRUQ8O0Qg/s400/hm105823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056133304110866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo. Hallo Herbst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://caroline.feber.se/art/156809/hm_lookbook_autum_winter_0910/"&gt;Caroline Feber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6427009933736128248?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6427009933736128248/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6427009933736128248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6427009933736128248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6427009933736128248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/h-lookbook-autumn-winter.html' title='H&amp;M Lookbook Autumn Winter.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sg163BVWz_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/bFGY6ZIWO5Q/s72-c/hm105814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6845733738647930739</id><published>2009-05-14T16:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:16:55.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl.</title><content type='html'>Heute ist Geburtstag. Morgen wird gefeiert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgwnyoBABgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cEon2DYYE8c/s1600-h/140509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgwnyoBABgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cEon2DYYE8c/s400/140509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335683409215751682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6845733738647930739?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6845733738647930739/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6845733738647930739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6845733738647930739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6845733738647930739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgwnyoBABgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cEon2DYYE8c/s72-c/140509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5596527731538455848</id><published>2009-05-12T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:24:26.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgnM1WL1PjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lu0CDobzcPg/s1600-h/schuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgnM1WL1PjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lu0CDobzcPg/s400/schuh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335020450457402930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5596527731538455848?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5596527731538455848/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5596527731538455848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5596527731538455848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5596527731538455848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SgnM1WL1PjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lu0CDobzcPg/s72-c/schuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7236529104997550449</id><published>2009-05-09T13:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:05:54.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heute Abend. Peaches im Astra in Berlin. Keine Zeit. Aber trotzdem dran gedacht mit meinem persönlichen Lieblingsvideo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKfK1TLRKYE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKfK1TLRKYE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7236529104997550449?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7236529104997550449/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7236529104997550449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7236529104997550449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7236529104997550449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/heute-abend.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2088620201713525051</id><published>2009-05-08T18:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:24:49.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got tagged.</title><content type='html'>so, i was tagged by fröken lila from http://froekenlila.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. answer the questions on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2. take away one question you don't like and add a new one.&lt;br /&gt;3. tag 8 other people (hmm.... quite a bunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. which perfume do you use?&lt;br /&gt;boss woman. dkny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. song of the day?&lt;br /&gt;frank sinatra - mack the knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what's for dinner today?&lt;br /&gt;pa amb tomaquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. today's highlight?&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what whould you really like to learn?&lt;br /&gt;to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;uff. i guess some soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what's your favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what's your most important goal at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;to finish my reading paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what do you think of the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;nice girl with a sweet style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what's the colour of your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. if you could change something with yourself, what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;be more self confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. if you could be anywhere in the world for the next hours, where would that be?&lt;br /&gt;barcelona. beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what do you find important with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. who would you like to meet sometime?&lt;br /&gt;the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what's your dreamjob?&lt;br /&gt;i am soo confused at the moment when it comes to this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what's your favourite piece in your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the season. my russian scarf right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you have any favourite models?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 3 things that make you smile&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what's your favourite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;lykke li - everybody but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what's your favourite tv-series?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what are you wearing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;nothing i should mention. not my day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what's your favourite sweets?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. who's your role model for style?&lt;br /&gt;no role model. i see things and get inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. suppose "the boat that rocked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tagging by me right now. i am kinda not in the mood. exhausting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2088620201713525051?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2088620201713525051/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2088620201713525051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2088620201713525051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2088620201713525051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve got tagged.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1580352786691749539</id><published>2009-05-08T13:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:11:22.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair.</title><content type='html'>Zu viel Stress im Moment. Keine Zeit sich um den Blog zu kümmern. Aber es muss kurz Zeit sein für dieses unheimlich großartige Lily Allen Video. Man kann ja denken, was man will, ich liebe ihre Texte und dieser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1580352786691749539?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1580352786691749539/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1580352786691749539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1580352786691749539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1580352786691749539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s not fair.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3695986521967650348</id><published>2009-05-04T21:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:58:51.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haarige Haarigkeiten.</title><content type='html'>Ich war beim Friseur und es war eine fatale Entscheidung, durch Missverständnisse und ALleingänge meines Friseurs und meiner Abneigung in den Spiegel zu starren, leide ich nun unter einem Vidal Sassonmäßigen Haarschnitt, es wird Jahre dauern bis ich wieder lange Haare haben bzw. überhaupt eine einheitliche Länge. Es sieht bescheiden aus, ich werde depressiv beim Blick in den Spiegel und würde am liebsten Extensions in de Haare flechte lassen, wozu mir aber das Geld fehlt. Also brauche ich Tipps wie die Haare schnell wachsen, da meine Deckhaare bei weitem nicht an meine Schultern stoßen, sollte das doch eigentlich gehen. Hat irgendwer Tipps was man zu sich nehmen kann? Ich hab jetzt schon Kieselerde und Zink-Biotin-Histidin Mischungen gekauft. &lt;b&gt;Gibt es sonst noch was, was das Haarwachstum angeht?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3695986521967650348?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3695986521967650348/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3695986521967650348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3695986521967650348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3695986521967650348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/haarige-haarigkeiten.html' title='Haarige Haarigkeiten.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2632093228237184820</id><published>2009-05-01T13:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:03:52.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In den Mai getanzt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfrXEvnf0FI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6125VP2keE/s1600-h/250409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfrXEvnf0FI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6125VP2keE/s400/250409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330809585447981138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2632093228237184820?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2632093228237184820/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2632093228237184820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2632093228237184820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2632093228237184820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-den-mai-getanzt.html' title='In den Mai getanzt.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfrXEvnf0FI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A6125VP2keE/s72-c/250409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6359534543123456869</id><published>2009-04-29T16:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:32:35.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulpen.</title><content type='html'>Leider sieht man nicht, dass der Tulpenrock, wie eine Tulpe aus einzelnen "Blättern" besteht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfhk9AQRgHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/INP7qQjYVMk/s1600-h/280409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfhk9AQRgHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/INP7qQjYVMk/s400/280409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121158196035698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6359534543123456869?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6359534543123456869/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6359534543123456869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6359534543123456869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6359534543123456869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/tulpen.html' title='Tulpen.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfhk9AQRgHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/INP7qQjYVMk/s72-c/280409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5386947900595034282</id><published>2009-04-28T17:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:04:44.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Setzt dich in die Zeitmaschine...</title><content type='html'>...und lande in den 60ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfca_wYelUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eWN2k3CqX3Q/s1600-h/270409grau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfca_wYelUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eWN2k3CqX3Q/s400/270409grau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329758366637921602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5386947900595034282?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5386947900595034282/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5386947900595034282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5386947900595034282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5386947900595034282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/setzt-dich-in-die-zeitmaschine.html' title='Setzt dich in die Zeitmaschine...'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sfca_wYelUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eWN2k3CqX3Q/s72-c/270409grau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3178379819892925609</id><published>2009-04-27T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:32:20.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to do, too little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfVRYPzD62I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cB-q2ThOrac/s1600-h/graubunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfVRYPzD62I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cB-q2ThOrac/s400/graubunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329255211062258530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3178379819892925609?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3178379819892925609/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3178379819892925609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3178379819892925609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3178379819892925609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-to-do-too-little-time.html' title='Too much to do, too little time.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfVRYPzD62I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cB-q2ThOrac/s72-c/graubunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5852415739542169743</id><published>2009-04-24T13:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:10:33.074+02:00</updated><title type='text'>60's</title><content type='html'>Gestern habe ich &lt;i&gt;The boat that rocked&lt;/i&gt; im Kino gesehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnQc3lO4JDs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnQc3lO4JDs&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Film mit dem göttlich begabten Philipp Seymour Hoffmann kann nur gut sein. Er war schön. Die Musik war toll. Tom Sturrigde entdeckt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGdj9SvvjI/AAAAAAAAAII/OPwG3HKz_F0/s1600-h/600full-tom-sturridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGdj9SvvjI/AAAAAAAAAII/OPwG3HKz_F0/s400/600full-tom-sturridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213075230178866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt möchte ich im Minirock in der Gegend rumhüpfen. Ach ja... die 60'er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6e_J4dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zzq93MJDFgY/s1600-h/twiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6e_J4dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zzq93MJDFgY/s400/twiggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213462231933394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6amMFjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VacEj0VTH-g/s1600-h/1400422976_55887cc27b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6amMFjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VacEj0VTH-g/s400/1400422976_55887cc27b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213461053478450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6Caw-QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J397Hg9eZyw/s1600-h/ANITA--KEITH-21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGd6Caw-QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J397Hg9eZyw/s400/ANITA--KEITH-21.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328213454563113218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;vi google&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzen. Heute abend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h1oRP7FfBw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h1oRP7FfBw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5852415739542169743?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5852415739542169743/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5852415739542169743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5852415739542169743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5852415739542169743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/60s.html' title='60&apos;s'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfGdj9SvvjI/AAAAAAAAAII/OPwG3HKz_F0/s72-c/600full-tom-sturridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5900235108590570760</id><published>2009-04-23T08:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:25:17.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyGUCp0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4J5Ke8HjgRs/s1600-h/david_sutcliffe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyGUCp0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4J5Ke8HjgRs/s400/david_sutcliffe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769115472078658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyJZFRwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/THFIY90Rt8w/s1600-h/david_sutcliffe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyJZFRwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/THFIY90Rt8w/s400/david_sutcliffe3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769116298528514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyDlW6dI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mS_KSZSTe84/s1600-h/david_sutcliffe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyDlW6dI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mS_KSZSTe84/s400/david_sutcliffe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769114739403218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5900235108590570760?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5900235108590570760/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5900235108590570760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5900235108590570760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5900235108590570760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SfAJyGUCp0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4J5Ke8HjgRs/s72-c/david_sutcliffe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-433199681337254326</id><published>2009-04-22T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:39:27.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>22.04.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Se9IN2qpMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6L5a4cuCQ3s/s1600-h/220409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Se9IN2qpMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6L5a4cuCQ3s/s400/220409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327556287052460802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-433199681337254326?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/433199681337254326/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=433199681337254326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/433199681337254326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/433199681337254326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/22042009.html' title='22.04.2009'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Se9IN2qpMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6L5a4cuCQ3s/s72-c/220409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5463823383859520364</id><published>2009-04-19T14:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:46:42.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Inspiration, die das Leben ignoriert und selbst vom Leben ignoriert wird, ist keine Inspiration, sondern Besitznahme.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Bachtin: Kunst und Verantwortung (1919)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5463823383859520364?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5463823383859520364/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5463823383859520364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5463823383859520364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5463823383859520364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration-die-das-leben-ignoriert-und.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-7374822866733610801</id><published>2009-04-19T10:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:42:55.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ich habe Zahnschmerzen. Deshalb wenig Aktion und eher ein unheimliches Wohlfühloutfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Serj-CUZr8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HyA4oiQBZ9o/s1600-h/aamini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Serj-CUZr8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HyA4oiQBZ9o/s400/aamini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326320164232867778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-7374822866733610801?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/7374822866733610801/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=7374822866733610801&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7374822866733610801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/7374822866733610801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/ich-habe-zahnschmerzen.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Serj-CUZr8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HyA4oiQBZ9o/s72-c/aamini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-459419439130960175</id><published>2009-04-17T16:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:59:26.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiY9S89z1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bzkXu0MENCc/s1600-h/IMG_49052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiY9S89z1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bzkXu0MENCc/s400/IMG_49052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325674738192600914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich mag ihren Blog und ihren Stil. http://flashesofstyle.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-459419439130960175?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/459419439130960175/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=459419439130960175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/459419439130960175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/459419439130960175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiY9S89z1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bzkXu0MENCc/s72-c/IMG_49052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3629427540497264109</id><published>2009-04-17T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:39:54.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zufällig drüber gestolpert. Ich finde es schön. Schwanger ist man schön. Fast immer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SehOTwiB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7-S2GDE1x7o/s1600-h/nicole-richie-what-goes-around-comes-around-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SehOTwiB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7-S2GDE1x7o/s400/nicole-richie-what-goes-around-comes-around-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325592660717721170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3629427540497264109?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3629427540497264109/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3629427540497264109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3629427540497264109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3629427540497264109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/zufallig-druber-gestolpert.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SehOTwiB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7-S2GDE1x7o/s72-c/nicole-richie-what-goes-around-comes-around-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-814373260867923999</id><published>2009-04-16T22:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:32:47.444+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zara'/><title type='text'>Größenverwirrungen.</title><content type='html'>Ich war gestern shoppen. Nun bin ich verwirrt. Haben Zara und Mango die Größen größer gemacht? Ich war lange nicht mehr dort und war etwas erschrocken? Irgendwer Erfahrungen gemacht oder bilde ich mir ein, dass die Sachen nicht mehr so klein geschnitten sind????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonst war ich noch im Kino und habe &lt;i&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/i&gt; gesehen. Der Oscar kam zu recht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCKEotq2cAQ&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCKEotq2cAQ&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-814373260867923999?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/814373260867923999/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=814373260867923999&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/814373260867923999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/814373260867923999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/groenverwirrungen.html' title='Größenverwirrungen.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6757110421554482608</id><published>2009-04-15T08:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:38:22.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSq8ZBdSxNU&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSq8ZBdSxNU&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6757110421554482608?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6757110421554482608/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6757110421554482608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6757110421554482608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6757110421554482608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1341889932712771242</id><published>2009-04-14T20:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:51:54.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink. Oink.</title><content type='html'>Das große Mopsschweinchen hatte gestern Mädchenabend. Auf dem Bild kann man sehen wie voluminös ich mich gefühlt hab. Nicht gut. Abend war aber trotzdem schön. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621672882284258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeTbM09-puI/AAAAAAAAAGo/akgzhjtmfN4/s400/cherrypie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1341889932712771242?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1341889932712771242/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1341889932712771242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1341889932712771242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1341889932712771242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/oink-oink.html' title='Oink. Oink.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeTbM09-puI/AAAAAAAAAGo/akgzhjtmfN4/s72-c/cherrypie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-208009041148202944</id><published>2009-04-13T15:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:51:05.384+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDIcGv3tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDpteBvGUUA/s1600-h/cherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172996744568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDIcGv3tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDpteBvGUUA/s400/cherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDIDqLnnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TvHAqt-8h3Q/s1600-h/cherry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172990182301298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDIDqLnnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TvHAqt-8h3Q/s400/cherry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDH32koTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l8NFNmAp3Yo/s1600-h/Cherry_Blossom_1024x768-671074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172987013046578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDH32koTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l8NFNmAp3Yo/s400/Cherry_Blossom_1024x768-671074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDHjqZu-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SB3mveTPago/s1600-h/fallen_cherry_blossom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172981593291746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDHjqZu-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SB3mveTPago/s400/fallen_cherry_blossom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-208009041148202944?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/208009041148202944/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=208009041148202944&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/208009041148202944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/208009041148202944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Lovely.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeNDIcGv3tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDpteBvGUUA/s72-c/cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6041726639125503817</id><published>2009-04-12T21:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:07:27.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>couldn't resist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeI64eC8VEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gB19tbVmvGE/s1600-h/shiny-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882451317838914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeI64eC8VEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gB19tbVmvGE/s400/shiny-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6041726639125503817?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6041726639125503817/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6041726639125503817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6041726639125503817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6041726639125503817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-it-work.html' title='couldn&apos;t resist.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeI64eC8VEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gB19tbVmvGE/s72-c/shiny-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8457436699731137613</id><published>2009-04-12T15:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:26:40.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ich wurde ja vor ein paar Tagen getaggt. Ist das erste Mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this funny game - I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://munichstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charlotte from "From Munich to Vienna"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the guidelines if you have been tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag four (eight) other untagged people. (which I probably won’t cause I am way too new for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current obsession?bodycon dresses and skirts when it comes to fashion. Cinnamon coffee when it comes to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you nap a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no but I always feel the urge to nap in a boring class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s my favourite dinner?&lt;br /&gt;vegetables and fish with red curry. Has to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;a coffee to go. If it comes to non-food a black bodycon dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the birds, since I am sitting on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite weather?&lt;br /&gt;the weather right now, I just love spring, not too hot not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your bathroom cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;right now nothing since I haven’t rebuilt it yet. Just moved into a new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something to the person/s who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;hey charlotte. Hope you’re enjoying the nice weather as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Since I Just now Europe, I’d go for Barcelona or St. Petersburg. An apartment would be enough in the old part of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite vacation spot?&lt;br /&gt;Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite tea flavour?&lt;br /&gt;herbal mixes. Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to get rid of?&lt;br /&gt;low self-esteem. Well and right now about 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want to become as a child?&lt;br /&gt;probably a vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;a new closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deutsches Theater&lt;/i&gt; by Benjamin von Stuckrad- Barre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite brand of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;hardly ever wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What designer piece of clothing would you most like to own (new or vintage)?&lt;br /&gt;Like probably a lot of girls a Chanel 2.55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I live my life differently to how I do now?&lt;br /&gt;Guess no. Otherwise I would miss the most important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wore you today?&lt;br /&gt;I am still wearing it.  A band shirt and a bodycon skirt. Did I mention already that I am too much into body con right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which fashion week would you like to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Probably NYC Fashion Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question: Which current fashion trend don’t you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you're tagged:(since I am way to knew to this; I don't have a long list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luziehtan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lu zieht an&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schimmelreiterin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Schimmelreiterin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever do such a thing again, there might be more until than. Live with it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8457436699731137613?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8457436699731137613/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8457436699731137613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8457436699731137613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8457436699731137613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/ich-wurde-ja-vor-ein-paar-tagen-getaggt.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1693106558776184224</id><published>2009-04-12T11:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:57:06.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frohe Ostern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeG668pQLdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9i7TW57y5Cg/s1600-h/ostern.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741756402970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeG668pQLdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9i7TW57y5Cg/s400/ostern.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1693106558776184224?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1693106558776184224/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1693106558776184224&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1693106558776184224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1693106558776184224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/frohe-ostern.html' title='Frohe Ostern.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeG668pQLdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9i7TW57y5Cg/s72-c/ostern.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8540266200518113336</id><published>2009-04-11T20:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:20:51.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutouts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Die letzte Nacht war hart. Ich glaube ich werde zu alt für exzessive Gelage, da durch ließ sich die Sonne heute gar nicht genießen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das gabs gestern Abend, ich habe mich aber irgendwie nackt gefühlt an den Armen, ich habe nichts was zu dem Ring passt. Sollte ich mal ändern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeDfDDtbGyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wHndp66f6co/s1600-h/cutouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323500003180354338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeDfDDtbGyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wHndp66f6co/s400/cutouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8540266200518113336?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8540266200518113336/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8540266200518113336&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8540266200518113336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8540266200518113336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutouts.html' title='Cutouts.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeDfDDtbGyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wHndp66f6co/s72-c/cutouts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-206955592460108865</id><published>2009-04-10T10:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:42:47.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liebe.</title><content type='html'>Im Moment mag ich den &lt;i&gt;BodyCon&lt;/i&gt; Trend unheimlich. Da ich dafür nicht aussehen brauche wie ein kleiner Junge und gebärfreudige Becken (wer hat sich den Begriff eigentlich ausgedacht) nicht umbedingt von Unvorteil sind. Gerne auch mit Cutouts. Die Bilder sind alle von Google.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLUQA7rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wsEwgJlWABA/s1600-h/lilydonaldson2bodycon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322980076059422386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLUQA7rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wsEwgJlWABA/s400/lilydonaldson2bodycon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLFfLooI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6NAYp1W3psw/s1600-h/herveleger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322980072096506498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLFfLooI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6NAYp1W3psw/s400/herveleger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLODOqFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3VOrDua7Lg8/s1600-h/bodyconred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322980074395183186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLODOqFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3VOrDua7Lg8/s400/bodyconred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GK90RoVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xdytt_sPFEk/s1600-h/bodycon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322980070037496146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GK90RoVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xdytt_sPFEk/s400/bodycon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-206955592460108865?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/206955592460108865/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=206955592460108865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/206955592460108865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/206955592460108865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/liebe.html' title='Liebe.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd8GLUQA7rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wsEwgJlWABA/s72-c/lilydonaldson2bodycon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1424999231094624725</id><published>2009-04-09T13:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:04:20.751+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kleidung'/><title type='text'>090409</title><content type='html'>Gestern war ich endlich mal wieder auf einem Konzert und habe dabei festgestellt, dass offensichtlich nur nur meine Haut, sondern auch mein Musikgeschmack wieder in der Pupertät angekommen sind. Inmitten von dicken Emomädchen in grell-schwarz Kombinationen viel ich dann doch mehr oder minder auf, da ich mich zwar für komplett schwarz entschieden hab, aber es dann doch wieder anders war. Ich hoffe, dass ich nie wieder auf ein Konzert gehen werde, bei dem kleine Mädchen bei der Vorband und gottseidank nur da gekreischt haben. Selbiges habe ich bis jetzt nur bei Dashboard Confessional erlebt, was mir persönlich auch sehr gereicht hat. Aber lassen wir das und kommen zu schwarz in schwarz mit etwas silber.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322660733058374658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd3jvG3dXAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ibCkKi68wu4/s400/tape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das schöne am Fotos machen ist, dass man dann noch bemerkt, dass man die Preisschilder abschneiden sollte. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1424999231094624725?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1424999231094624725/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1424999231094624725&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1424999231094624725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1424999231094624725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/090409.html' title='090409'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sd3jvG3dXAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ibCkKi68wu4/s72-c/tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3237772338168046910</id><published>2009-04-06T10:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:23:28.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Montagsinspiration.</title><content type='html'>Den Hut denke ich mir dabei allerdings weg. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sdm3W1rflCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KdouD-T5cXg/s1600-h/vanda_streetchic-001_240x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321486037709460514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sdm3W1rflCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KdouD-T5cXg/s400/vanda_streetchic-001_240x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vogue.co.uk/"&gt;via Vogue UK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3237772338168046910?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3237772338168046910/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3237772338168046910&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3237772338168046910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3237772338168046910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/montagsinspiration.html' title='Montagsinspiration.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sdm3W1rflCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KdouD-T5cXg/s72-c/vanda_streetchic-001_240x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1227864833381143756</id><published>2009-04-05T16:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:49:23.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ich mag die Photos. Kann man mir erzählen, was man will.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEo2-CekI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-PO0Gk-7_bc/s1600-h/nicole-richie-blackbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321219165967776322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEo2-CekI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-PO0Gk-7_bc/s400/nicole-richie-blackbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEojGOKWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vZu2trHjApU/s1600-h/nicole7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321219160633387362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEojGOKWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vZu2trHjApU/s400/nicole7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcejjonI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qTjowxudXYE/s1600-h/nicole6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218953255821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcejjonI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qTjowxudXYE/s400/nicole6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcejzrEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4midbafNaAk/s1600-h/nicole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218953256873026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcejzrEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4midbafNaAk/s400/nicole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcGyYadI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xW17r1so5cI/s1600-h/nicole1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218946875550162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEcGyYadI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xW17r1so5cI/s400/nicole1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtWlrXRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VS8VRczLo5s/s1600-h/Nicole_Richie_for_BlackBook_Magazine_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218143663381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtWlrXRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VS8VRczLo5s/s400/Nicole_Richie_for_BlackBook_Magazine_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtJH8dnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sj0SkfkPscA/s1600-h/NicoleRichieforBlackBookMagazine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218140049012338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtJH8dnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sj0SkfkPscA/s400/NicoleRichieforBlackBookMagazine-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtNVq8dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vuYS1gBrdf4/s1600-h/NicoleRichieforBlackBookMagazine-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321218141180326354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjDtNVq8dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vuYS1gBrdf4/s400/NicoleRichieforBlackBookMagazine-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.de/"&gt;via google&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1227864833381143756?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1227864833381143756/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1227864833381143756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1227864833381143756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1227864833381143756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-domingo.html' title='El Domingo'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdjEo2-CekI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-PO0Gk-7_bc/s72-c/nicole-richie-blackbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5426238241726163594</id><published>2009-04-04T12:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:20:36.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Big Dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ich mag das Kleid irgendwie, aber es ist viel zu groß. Es fallen da auch mal Körperteile raus, die nicht umbedingt an die Frischluft müssen. Fürs "trinken gehen" hats gereicht. Und jetzt erklärt sich auch die fliederfarbene Strumpfhose. Ein bisschen Farbe durfte dann nämlich doch sein.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320788612766939938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sdc9DXTquyI/AAAAAAAAADw/yNtLomG47BE/s400/perlenkleid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Das Muster dann noch mal von Nahem.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320825277358204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SddeZhja53I/AAAAAAAAAD4/F7ZZzg6LY54/s400/perlenkleidnah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5426238241726163594?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5426238241726163594/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5426238241726163594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5426238241726163594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5426238241726163594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-big-dress.html' title='Big Big Dress.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sdc9DXTquyI/AAAAAAAAADw/yNtLomG47BE/s72-c/perlenkleid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1321191132494454143</id><published>2009-04-03T15:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:11:03.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kleidung'/><title type='text'>Bredouille</title><content type='html'>Jetzt bin ich auch im Besitz des zweiten schwarzen Kleides, dass ich bei Topshop erstanden hab, jetzt kann ich mich natürlich nicht entscheiden, welches ich will. Das vom letzten Post oder das hier. Die fliederfarbenden Strumpfhosen haben keine Absicht und ihre Daseinsberechtigung aus anderen Gründen. ;) Meinungen?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320451855969556738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdYKxieiGQI/AAAAAAAAADo/O2zlTbUJZmw/s400/strapdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1321191132494454143?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1321191132494454143/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1321191132494454143&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1321191132494454143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1321191132494454143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/bredouille.html' title='Bredouille'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdYKxieiGQI/AAAAAAAAADo/O2zlTbUJZmw/s72-c/strapdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6777911531744676908</id><published>2009-04-02T14:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:11:46.017+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kleidung'/><title type='text'>Ja. Nein. Ja. Nein.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Neues Kleid. Ich bin noch unsicher. Ja- Nein- Ja- Nein... die Aufhängelaschen kann man natürlich auch reinstecken...husthust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320065494562771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdSrYWE6EtI/AAAAAAAAADg/2RAF_MrJFRE/s400/tubedressbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6777911531744676908?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6777911531744676908/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6777911531744676908&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6777911531744676908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6777911531744676908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/04/ja-nein-ja-nein.html' title='Ja. Nein. Ja. Nein.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdSrYWE6EtI/AAAAAAAAADg/2RAF_MrJFRE/s72-c/tubedressbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6172069686416012964</id><published>2009-03-30T19:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:47:46.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mir steht der Sinn nach:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;diesem Rock hier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319038431782007762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdEFRbEEc9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/2L0riURnq-c/s400/serve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal schauen, ob er so sein wird, wie ich denke. Dann habe ich endlich folgenden Ring gefunden und gekauft, allerdings hätte ich es mal lieber eine Größe kleiner getan. Irgendwie kann man bei H&amp;amp;M ziemlich doof Ringe probieren. Er muss dann halt auf den Mittelfinger. Na ja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319038837933104594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdEFpEGCXdI/AAAAAAAAADY/pRWZkSgYTyk/s400/mysigtse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6172069686416012964?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6172069686416012964/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6172069686416012964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6172069686416012964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6172069686416012964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/mir-steht-der-sinn-nach.html' title='Mir steht der Sinn nach:'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SdEFRbEEc9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/2L0riURnq-c/s72-c/serve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5148255858049748416</id><published>2009-03-28T19:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:21:23.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc5qe6cIz9I/AAAAAAAAADI/8yh_ZvRbMyc/s1600-h/facehunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318305289287028690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc5qe6cIz9I/AAAAAAAAADI/8yh_ZvRbMyc/s400/facehunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://facehunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;via facehunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5148255858049748416?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5148255858049748416/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5148255858049748416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5148255858049748416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5148255858049748416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc5qe6cIz9I/AAAAAAAAADI/8yh_ZvRbMyc/s72-c/facehunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-6725053823565831782</id><published>2009-03-28T13:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:40:02.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Völlig tot vom Umziehen.  Erst bei einem Umzug wird man sich bewusst, dass man ein paar viele Schuhe hat. Und alles muss wieder ausgeräumt werden. Uff...&lt;br /&gt;Noch ein bisschen Looklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc4aV7IbMuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WQe1K-c0mzI/s1600-h/looklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318217173923738338" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc4aV7IbMuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WQe1K-c0mzI/s400/looklet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc4aV4WaDYI/AAAAAAAAADA/XNzD2nhk9hI/s1600-h/lookletback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318217173177077122" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc4aV4WaDYI/AAAAAAAAADA/XNzD2nhk9hI/s400/lookletback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-6725053823565831782?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/6725053823565831782/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=6725053823565831782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6725053823565831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/6725053823565831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/vollig-tot-vom-umziehen.html' title=''/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Sc4aV7IbMuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WQe1K-c0mzI/s72-c/looklet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-5040281531231800152</id><published>2009-03-27T08:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:19:17.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looklet Spielerei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich habe mit Looklet gespielt. Die Models sind nicht soooo toll, aber sonst machts Spaß.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scx94EZBBnI/AAAAAAAAACw/VqLBwcrQA1Y/s1600-h/054d406c-385b-4d18-9d7c-917ec3553608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317763662222526066" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scx94EZBBnI/AAAAAAAAACw/VqLBwcrQA1Y/s400/054d406c-385b-4d18-9d7c-917ec3553608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scx9vfnOI1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ycst52PJrxw/s1600-h/fe0d698a-2bd9-4a57-9875-b6fa73ec89e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317763514911040338" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scx9vfnOI1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ycst52PJrxw/s400/fe0d698a-2bd9-4a57-9875-b6fa73ec89e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-5040281531231800152?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/5040281531231800152/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=5040281531231800152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5040281531231800152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/5040281531231800152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/looklet-spielerei.html' title='Looklet Spielerei.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scx94EZBBnI/AAAAAAAAACw/VqLBwcrQA1Y/s72-c/054d406c-385b-4d18-9d7c-917ec3553608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3703959885423284506</id><published>2009-03-26T21:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:04:33.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Besser als das Original.</title><content type='html'>That's how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3jOzuLsJIUE&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3jOzuLsJIUE&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3703959885423284506?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3703959885423284506/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3703959885423284506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3703959885423284506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3703959885423284506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/besser-als-das-original.html' title='Besser als das Original.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-3983838979352798052</id><published>2009-03-26T12:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:26:33.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kleidung'/><title type='text'>To strap or not to strap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Im Moment bin ich im Umzugsstress. Aber da mein favorisiertes Topshopkleid doch noch zu haben war, hab ich mir das und ein anderes bestellt. Beides Bodycon, aber einmal trägerlos und ein mal einseitig. Mal sehen was ich besser finde. Irgendwelche Meinungen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SctmM0mXsxI/AAAAAAAAACY/_kb_EFUVDSc/s1600-h/62R26UBLK_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317456155505046290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SctmM0mXsxI/AAAAAAAAACY/_kb_EFUVDSc/s320/62R26UBLK_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SctmNuDaOVI/AAAAAAAAACg/bQW5OIFKrDw/s1600-h/10C14UBLK_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317456170927667538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SctmNuDaOVI/AAAAAAAAACg/bQW5OIFKrDw/s320/10C14UBLK_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-3983838979352798052?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/3983838979352798052/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=3983838979352798052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3983838979352798052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/3983838979352798052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-strap-or-not-to-strap.html' title='To strap or not to strap.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SctmM0mXsxI/AAAAAAAAACY/_kb_EFUVDSc/s72-c/62R26UBLK_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1682765207423849941</id><published>2009-03-24T18:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:22:37.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verliebt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bei &lt;a href="http://provinzkindchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Provinzkindchen&lt;/a&gt; entdeckt und sofort verliebt. Hat den Ring jemand in Berlin gesehen?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316805694546346626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SckWnAs1goI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-Pck-iQaaTU/s200/mysigtse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1682765207423849941?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1682765207423849941/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1682765207423849941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1682765207423849941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1682765207423849941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/verliebt.html' title='Verliebt'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SckWnAs1goI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-Pck-iQaaTU/s72-c/mysigtse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-2762908570627140974</id><published>2009-03-24T18:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:17:32.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;M Rabatt</title><content type='html'>Es gibt mal wieder Rabatt beim H&amp;amp;M Onlineshop bis zum 8. April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutscheincode: &lt;b&gt;8366&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viel Spaß&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-2762908570627140974?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/2762908570627140974/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=2762908570627140974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2762908570627140974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/2762908570627140974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-rabatt.html' title='H&amp;M Rabatt'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-1022128665079650242</id><published>2009-03-24T15:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:56:21.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kleidung'/><title type='text'>endlich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Am Wochenende war ich auf einer Frühlingsparty, wobei ich den Frühling dort auch vergeblichgesucht habe. Da ich quasi nichts geblümtes oder so wirklich Buntes, was mir noch gefällt besitze, ist es sehr übersichtlich geworden. ALles ungeschmückt und ungeschminkt und nur zum EIndruck erwecken. Ich habe mich am Ende für kurz entschieden. Wenn schon schwarz, dann wenigstens nierenunfreundlich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316767950513019298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scj0SBOCmaI/AAAAAAAAACI/F4WZwwRHheQ/s200/spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazu gab es noch ein bissen klingelmannskram an den Armen, da der Rock schon sehr durch seine Applikationen gläntz, hat das für mich gereicht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-1022128665079650242?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/1022128665079650242/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=1022128665079650242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1022128665079650242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/1022128665079650242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/endlich.html' title='endlich.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/Scj0SBOCmaI/AAAAAAAAACI/F4WZwwRHheQ/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261329544720323639.post-8089638138967393149</id><published>2009-03-23T14:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:32:07.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Juhuu. Laptop wieder ganz. Bald gibts dann auch mal Bilder. :) Mit rekonstruierten Frühlingspartyoutfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bis dahin ein hinreisendes Blüschen und das wo ich pastell sonst nicht so mag.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375358322502834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ScePOJVz7LI/AAAAAAAAACA/4BWF5G7waZA/s320/asosbluse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/261329544720323639-8089638138967393149?l=einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/feeds/8089638138967393149/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=261329544720323639&amp;postID=8089638138967393149&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8089638138967393149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/261329544720323639/posts/default/8089638138967393149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einmaedchenschreibt.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-like-it.html' title='Me like it.'/><author><name>a reflecting girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034860684432085944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/SeiZr46-QKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/G01lxBSmvw8/S220/tulip3_std.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_NWSl5MeZ0/ScePOJVz7LI/AAAAAAAAACA/4BWF5G7waZA/s72-c/asosbluse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
