tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67861925733780591152024-02-21T05:24:47.886-05:00An intellectual exploration of Jillian's Mindgigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-42661644450019803632010-02-03T08:09:00.008-05:002010-02-03T08:39:53.217-05:00booo<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">This sad/stress thing comes in waves. Yesterday I woke up and I was fine for the whole day. Today I wake up feeling like shit and not wanting to do anything. I hate it. It's not as bad as when Justin went off to Montreal though. I was a hot mess then. Even when we were in high school and I knew he was leaving in like 8 months I was devastated. Now it's just about school and work and life among other things. I feel disconnected from things and the distance between me and the people I love growing. At this point I wouldn't blame them if they wanted to leave.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I've come to the conclusion that I am truly a type A on the inside but on the outside I'm (or i seem like I am) a type B. I hate putting on the act but that's pretty much what life is, a series of roles that we have to play.I just don't see the point anymore. I really try not to get stressed out about things. I'll even convince myself that nothing is wrong but it always comes back at full force. My back throbs from the amount of knots I have. I'm just so sick of it. </span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-28382793065144367732010-01-26T08:59:00.003-05:002010-01-26T09:03:07.065-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I want to tell you the things I'm afraid to say aloud. But instead I keep them hidden where they eat at me until I feel I could collapse.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-36753278434011325532010-01-18T12:15:00.004-05:002010-01-18T12:17:56.109-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CjH7ZhmOOdrn3S1BbsteidYqlJ1LrsdEs7PKLdMsTW3AFC9FBuKpDTRXasaF1aDgHuf60ryrGoosqJebLb3041ejYihGkrjzyeCB5r2KJWSpWW7O7AH9seU8XXWscvEdYuiroSofm8c/s1600-h/lady+gaga+sand+bad+romance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428130060998971010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CjH7ZhmOOdrn3S1BbsteidYqlJ1LrsdEs7PKLdMsTW3AFC9FBuKpDTRXasaF1aDgHuf60ryrGoosqJebLb3041ejYihGkrjzyeCB5r2KJWSpWW7O7AH9seU8XXWscvEdYuiroSofm8c/s320/lady+gaga+sand+bad+romance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoxOG0ackhmgz2yJkiUaIEu657wlg3q551CZcIlTaCIVrHUDvYajUkX9dAgUyLYEATuVkQ6jCdR4a7zuvrPgEOAUJD5kIqCmb5T312JznrhmhpEu3PRX12Y183duZaYnKsfwaWOzqhJ8/s1600-h/lady+gaga+bad+romance+solar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428129721507583714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoxOG0ackhmgz2yJkiUaIEu657wlg3q551CZcIlTaCIVrHUDvYajUkX9dAgUyLYEATuVkQ6jCdR4a7zuvrPgEOAUJD5kIqCmb5T312JznrhmhpEu3PRX12Y183duZaYnKsfwaWOzqhJ8/s320/lady+gaga+bad+romance+solar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p> </p>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-77020711540400380242010-01-18T12:08:00.007-05:002010-01-18T12:14:43.940-05:00<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFU6vkkY0p1ckzNwDmjjl_qJtvlt6LSx8pcV5CMuva18bWcVg6AgrTemyPTd1tTnZOAaQXAXixcqxBQdgyaG5I8pbSTmURuHJ9DDTBEx3ZoJon2EKqgNRsfhJfY4CKYyatG3bRVXmgIk/s1600-h/lady+gaga+gorgeous+mofo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428128192301003490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFU6vkkY0p1ckzNwDmjjl_qJtvlt6LSx8pcV5CMuva18bWcVg6AgrTemyPTd1tTnZOAaQXAXixcqxBQdgyaG5I8pbSTmURuHJ9DDTBEx3ZoJon2EKqgNRsfhJfY4CKYyatG3bRVXmgIk/s320/lady+gaga+gorgeous+mofo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-26119326040566793702010-01-18T12:08:00.002-05:002010-01-18T12:08:52.268-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0WTNPn_ZTuqxjxOuSDX3ZDmfzzNuxHHp35OypwMJNgvS9dkSeE4usdVP7Yez0rQazRgLz5zEUjmAlUw4he1z8AsEyniCfYnFFWqgj0k1x1Bm6i_Y3ku4OTbOA7IharF6iPk3sl_dlPw/s1600-h/lady+gaga+tiger.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428127930087936866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0WTNPn_ZTuqxjxOuSDX3ZDmfzzNuxHHp35OypwMJNgvS9dkSeE4usdVP7Yez0rQazRgLz5zEUjmAlUw4he1z8AsEyniCfYnFFWqgj0k1x1Bm6i_Y3ku4OTbOA7IharF6iPk3sl_dlPw/s320/lady+gaga+tiger.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-13172920992305563162010-01-18T12:01:00.006-05:002010-01-18T12:07:59.269-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngJvzoW9XjARQ_9ujecz5tkR_KAS2p5geOg2wdBzXw-we_Ea8BRodBFTF217la1IzkZLds4L5mb0U82tFIgev9dyLTVBGnoGYt2AKx_2QI573Tjf_s5gKv9LVacyrSUHF4HZpU4lWhmw/s1600-h/lady+gaga+the+fame.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428126605777618578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngJvzoW9XjARQ_9ujecz5tkR_KAS2p5geOg2wdBzXw-we_Ea8BRodBFTF217la1IzkZLds4L5mb0U82tFIgev9dyLTVBGnoGYt2AKx_2QI573Tjf_s5gKv9LVacyrSUHF4HZpU4lWhmw/s320/lady+gaga+the+fame.jpg" border="0" /></a>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-35183876326168318762010-01-17T22:02:00.003-05:002010-01-17T22:05:55.231-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">We all flirt with the tiniest notion</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Of self conclusion in one simplified motion</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Y</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">ou see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it</span></span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-26874355400288653522010-01-17T20:50:00.001-05:002010-01-17T20:51:11.846-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">She's drawing X and O's</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Right to her pantyhose.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-41299201697438931582010-01-17T20:34:00.001-05:002010-01-17T20:35:01.911-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VRW8VCuyc5NXbyNus_IfIP2IefwmflfaxdpR3hpEzSlNJEjHAdd-jeM4F9emFNoptBkCTd8XtXdIus0QXLsE2JbOorltDqfwzHcV11Q9VUYda4ZrR2JYIvFuLBzKClqeSApCfWg4ZBU/s1600-h/lady+gaga+glasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427887294571050402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VRW8VCuyc5NXbyNus_IfIP2IefwmflfaxdpR3hpEzSlNJEjHAdd-jeM4F9emFNoptBkCTd8XtXdIus0QXLsE2JbOorltDqfwzHcV11Q9VUYda4ZrR2JYIvFuLBzKClqeSApCfWg4ZBU/s320/lady+gaga+glasses.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-80000986111889588662010-01-17T19:54:00.000-05:002010-01-17T19:57:09.980-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4VzcKqS4JvXpGIPm4GemeYwp0rvfdV9lghicPmKeiOoD_rgW-Z_H_ucgEaqQIQR0UdXNBdz3KPgknDQ0Gel7m7NLB3c2plMCsbe55E-TGSAI-hTjOTiOlGItUkSlVQJPeWNq04Ee2D4/s1600-h/note.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427877486924473282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4VzcKqS4JvXpGIPm4GemeYwp0rvfdV9lghicPmKeiOoD_rgW-Z_H_ucgEaqQIQR0UdXNBdz3KPgknDQ0Gel7m7NLB3c2plMCsbe55E-TGSAI-hTjOTiOlGItUkSlVQJPeWNq04Ee2D4/s320/note.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-69881421793279060962010-01-07T10:17:00.002-05:002010-01-07T10:19:25.439-05:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">FOR ONE HUMAN BEING TO LOVE ANOTHER; THAT IS</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">PERHAPS THE MOST DIFFICULT OF ALL OUR TASKS...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">THE WORK FOR WHICH ALL OTHER WORK IS BUT</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">PREPARATION.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-25143278138163366502009-12-25T13:54:00.003-05:002009-12-25T13:57:58.492-05:00our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Somethin’ filled up</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">my heart with nothin’,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">someone told me not to cry.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY</a>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-85332788531124538392009-12-22T01:03:00.002-05:002009-12-22T01:05:26.979-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">If things don't change I'm going to lose it.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-61332628132764863012009-11-30T10:55:00.001-05:002009-11-30T10:57:10.943-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I appreciate your help</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">But even you can't save me from myself</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I used to know this boy</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Who took notes in a book</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">But he ripped out all the pages</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Before I got a look</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">At all the words he scribbled</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">At all the lines he filled</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">But the ink stains on his fingers</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Told me he was skilled</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">At capturing a feeling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">That most of us just miss</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">The simple pain of living</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">With goodbyes on our lips</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-17872511502610168392009-11-30T10:02:00.002-05:002009-11-30T10:05:29.749-05:00.<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I will not bow, I will not break<br />I will shut the world away<br />I will not fall, I will not fade<br />I will take your breath away<br />And I'll survive, paranoid<br />I have lost the will to change<br />And I am not proud, cold blooded, fake<br />I will shut the world away</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-12931588776196293942009-11-26T21:16:00.002-05:002009-11-26T21:17:28.921-05:00ohmyheart<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">i want to sleep next to you. i want to spoon you and kiss the back of your neck 'cause the back of your neck smells amazing, always. i want to wake you up in the middle of the night after i go pee and squeeze you tight and watch you smile sleepily and fit your body against mine.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-35436262533207920522009-11-23T16:38:00.001-05:002009-11-23T16:39:59.924-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Camille asked me to be mean.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Camille, you're a poophead! >:O.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">... not really. I love you. :)</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-57098924947558428842009-11-10T11:07:00.003-05:002009-11-10T11:24:38.800-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">You are the one,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I've been waiting for today</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Here comes the sun,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Its been baiting morn' today</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Lately I've lost my tongue</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Today you found my song</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I know not long has grown</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I thank God you came along</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">You are the one</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I've been waiting for today</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">And here comes the sun,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Its been baiting morn' today</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">You looked right through me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">There was no one else</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I sat beside you and became myself today</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Today</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-33900221772963946662009-11-05T09:23:00.003-05:002009-11-05T09:26:10.790-05:00bad luck<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">This month already sucks ass. First I got a $70 ticket for my registration and now i have to pay over $100 to get my car registered. Yes on 1 passed yesterday and I want to kill someone. What the fuck. One step forward, two steps back, always. I have a chemistry test today and I don't even know what the hell is going on. I hate chemistry and if i fail, I mine as well change my major.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-43122465638804881512009-10-23T09:55:00.004-04:002009-10-23T10:06:35.817-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I don't feel the same. It's not so much a bad thing. I feel more independent which has a hint of me feeling alone. I'm in control of my own life (or at least I'm supposed to be) but thing's can't really be controlled. </span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-85525819366555231502009-10-10T23:53:00.002-04:002009-10-10T23:57:01.696-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em>You hold me without touch.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><em>You keep me without chains.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">You love me 'cause I'm fragile.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">When I thought that I was strong.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-69941256274109774912009-10-10T23:45:00.002-04:002009-10-10T23:52:52.333-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">For the most part, I know what I have when I have it. I don't think many people do.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-14428664195081776692009-10-06T11:55:00.001-04:002009-10-06T11:56:45.463-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">The future freaks me out.</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-63277785195801811862009-10-05T10:35:00.003-04:002009-10-05T10:45:07.977-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">"I am not confident.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I know I am smart, but not in the ways that count.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I read people much better than books but I never have the words to explain my findings.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I'm only as funny as I feel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I think horrible things about people and I let my emotions get the best of me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I'm really not as nice as I'd like to be.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Or as innocent as you'd think I am.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I am a perfectionist.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I am a contradiction to everything I want to stand for.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I'm a big dreamer with little motivation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">I am really no good at all, on my own.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">But I am analytical with myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">And I don't understand how anyone could ever be cocky or proud when they are aware of all the disgusting things that they think and do, but no one knows.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">We're all broken enough to be humble."</span>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786192573378059115.post-76290582337859226282009-10-05T10:32:00.002-04:002009-10-05T10:34:48.967-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkszhdRpTNlRkO3XJhdSUvjjIFRqHUM3fSW9dcb1mjTCbXtM4diXakxU8uZQ-gPVGc-LmAS5x1mwLhR27QTnpKUzO6473kzk0n1KgB8Lz3TEbevba-zwl9PjQuCu-6vXxAp0oMUqeAdyU/s1600-h/city+and+colour+sea+calm-ill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389123780858622146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkszhdRpTNlRkO3XJhdSUvjjIFRqHUM3fSW9dcb1mjTCbXtM4diXakxU8uZQ-gPVGc-LmAS5x1mwLhR27QTnpKUzO6473kzk0n1KgB8Lz3TEbevba-zwl9PjQuCu-6vXxAp0oMUqeAdyU/s320/city+and+colour+sea+calm-ill.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15442326014916474339noreply@blogger.com0